Day and night tour

Chapter 9 Storyteller

A weird female voice came from the southeast corner of the room.

Looking ahead, there was no one to be seen, only the shadow of a graceful figure reflected on the wall.

The sound was made by this shadow.

"The guest has reached a dead end on his own, what does it have to do with me?" Zhou Lingyi didn't look back and went to trim a pot of tuberose.

Shadow sneered and said, "Wu Yun has taken the initiative to resolve the misunderstanding with Zhou Xuan. If you hadn't taken action, he would have been able to leave the Zhou Clan safely, but you still took action, and then he became a corpse.
Is this what you mean by doing things in accordance with the laws of nature and letting things go smoothly naturally? "

"If a ghost baby harms someone, I will naturally not intervene. If Wu Yun wants to blackmail our Zhou family, I will certainly not intervene either, because these are all trivial matters."

"So what's the big deal?" Shadow asked.

"They bullied my brother, this is a big deal! Isn't it in accordance with the law of nature for a sister to stand up for her brother?"

Zhou Lingyi's answer made Yingzi stunned, then she sneered and said, "Haha, what a deep love between a sister and a brother... I am almost moved... You lie to yourself every day, and you have been lying to yourself for so long that you can't remember who your brother is anymore?
Besides, whether he is your brother or not is still unclear."

When Zhou Lingyi heard this, she couldn't help but frown.

The shadow moved around the room, sometimes stopping on the roof, sometimes falling into the mirror, showing off her slim figure.

She kept talking and continued, "It's been rumored in the troupe recently that the old man's soul-calling went wrong, and the soul he called back was not Zhou Xuan's, but a wandering ghost with no origin.

Haha, a wandering ghost, how could that be your brother?"

Zhou Lingyi felt that the shadow was talking too much and was very noisy, so she used the scissors for trimming flowers and plants in her hand and cut forward fiercely.

The scissors aimed at the air actually cut the shadow on the roof.

After a scream, a red bloodstain appeared on the shadow's dark face.

"You are just a dog raised by our Zhou family! As a dog, you must remember when to bark and when to shut up."

The world is not peaceful, and many wealthy families in Pingshui Prefecture like to keep dogs.

The Zhou family also raised many dogs, not to let them bite people or bully customers, but just to guard the house and the yard.

Shadow is the king of dogs in Zhou's class.

As the dog king, Shadow naturally has her privileges. She was disrespectful when chatting with Zhou Lingyi, but Zhou Lingyi didn't care too much. However, she crossed the line by questioning Zhou Xuan's identity.

Shadow wiped the blood off his face and said unwillingly: "I am a dog, but I am the dog raised by the old man. It is my duty to protect the interests of the Zhou family."

"Are you protecting the Zhou family, or are you interfering with them? You should be sensible and don't get carried away. It's best not to show your teeth when it comes to the master's affairs!"

Zhou Lingyi seemed to remember something and continued to warn Yingzi: "Stay away from my brother in the future."

"Today, if I hadn't been watching him in Luoying Hall, he would have been killed by the ghost baby..."

Shadow's argument was interrupted by Zhou Lingyi.

"You didn't help my brother, but he's still alive and well, isn't he?"

"That's because he is so lucky. At the critical moment, he actually realized the method of avoiding ghosts by sleeping..."

"Haha, there's a god from the Zhou family watching over us, so we don't need you."

After Zhou Lingyi trimmed the last leaf of the tuberose, he placed the scissors on the bedside table and said seriously, "This god from the Zhou family has a very high level of incense.

He is a storyteller with a strange temper and he doesn't tolerate any injustice. If you get close to him like a sneaky person like you... be careful or he will capture you!"

……

Writing is what people in Pingshui Prefecture like to do most.

The newspaper industry in the prefecture is thriving.

Serious newspapers such as Pingshui Daily and Pingshui Evening News, which serve as the mouthpiece of the government, do not have many styles.

But the newspapers with all kinds of obscene, gossipy, serialized stories, and all kinds of sarcastic comments, even if only the middle of one copy is exposed and then arranged in several rows, cannot be fully displayed on the long cart of the newsstand.

There are many newspapers, so there are many people who need to write content. Major newspapers are competing for writers and offering very generous remuneration.

Writing articles is a way to turn one's life around. Many poor students in the government have entered the upper class just because of their good writing skills.

Yuan Buyu, the old chef of Zhou's family, also loves to write.

After cooking, he did not go to brothels like other chefs, nor did he like to gamble or drink. He liked to stay at home and write books.

Sometimes, he liked to select stories he liked to read from newspapers, rearrange them, and then write a new book.

Sometimes, he likes to record and organize the strange things that happen to him.

Not for publication, simply to cultivate my mind.

At this moment, he pulled the curtains tight again, turned on the lights in the room, and wrote Shu Liangzi - the Zhou family treated the chefs well, with private dormitories and electric lights installed.

The title of this book is "Living Doll".

As Yuan Buyu wrote, he recalled what he saw in Luoying Hall: "After Zhou Xuan died once, he has become much smarter and braver. He is no longer the coward who wanted to die and cried all the time.
It's just that this kid, because of his return to the soul, seemed to be disturbed by some murmuring sounds.

If he could enter my hall, why would he be afraid of those whispers? "

Thinking of "entering the hall", Yuan Buyu laughed at himself and said, "I am really going crazy. Zhou Xuan is ignorant and incompetent, how can he enter my hall?"

He picked up the book "Living Doll" that he had already written and read it carefully. When he read to the end, he couldn't help but applaud and said, "Only people who can write such a good book are worthy of my incense and can enter my hall. It takes talent."

Yuan said nothing.
The hall where you are located,

Called "storyteller".

In Luoying Hall, he acted like a child and felt playful. He recited a passage from "The Living Doll" in front of Zhou Xuan, but Zhou Xuan mistook him for being "sneaky".

……

Zhou Xuan was writing furiously.

He is writing a book.

Shuliangzi is a term in storytelling, which records the important content and context of storytelling. When writing Shuliangzi, you should be concise and concise, and you should not waste words on the parts that should be written, and you should not mention the parts that should not be written. It requires a lot of skill.

The book covers written by some low-level storytellers are almost unusable, sloppy, top-heavy, and become a mess after two days. They themselves don't even know what is written in their book covers.

In his previous life, Zhou Xuan worked in a media company. Before he became a leader, he worked like a slave and wrote countless business plans and copywriting outlines every night. He was a very good writer.

The title of the book he is currently writing is "Love in Lushan Mountain". Yes, it is the well-known love movie that featured the first kiss on the domestic screen.

It takes a lot of effort to adapt a movie into a storytelling. They are originally two different art forms. The former focuses on camera language, while the latter relies entirely on personal interpretation. There are several huge gaps in between.

Zhou Xuan found it difficult to write, but he enjoyed it. He would recite the book while he wrote.

"Geng Hua has a square chin, a square face, a ruddy complexion, and bright eyes. If you pass by him, you will inevitably turn back to take a closer look and praise him, saying, 'What a good young man...'"

It has a book review flavor, but only a little.

Zhou Xuan knew his own level.

He did not expect the storytelling he wrote to be great, he just wanted to write it and perform it himself, so that the white noise in the town could appear at any time.

Ever since I came back from Luoying Hall, the "rustling" white noise of writing has appeared again.

And this time the intensity was obviously higher, making him uncomfortable and his temples tight.

Just when he was about to be unable to bear it, Zhou Xuan suddenly remembered that in Luoying Hall, as soon as the storyteller started telling his story, the white noise disappeared immediately.

He immediately imitated the storyteller's style, and then recited a few lines of traditional storytelling himself.

"The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of morality, the achievements of Xiahou Shang and Zhou, the Five Hegemons and Seven Heroes in the Spring and Autumn Period, the rise and fall in an instant; the names in history are a few lines, the Beimang has countless barren hills, the predecessors sow the seeds and the descendants reap the harvest, nothing but the struggle between dragons and tigers."

As soon as this storytelling was uttered, the white noise immediately receded.

Zhou Xuan then realized that his storytelling could indeed suppress the white noise.

He didn't know the principle behind it, he just knew that it worked.

As for empiricism, practice is the hard truth!
However, Zhou Xuan couldn’t tell any of the old storytelling.

The longer and more widely a storytelling has been passed down, the more advanced the skills required for its performance. Not to mention the style and charm required when telling the story, even the pauses between sentences are very particular.

If you lose your breath sooner or later, you will sound like a patient with severe kidney deficiency.

Zhou Xuan loved listening to old storytelling since he was a child, but he was just a listener at best. He had no professional skills and his performance was a mess. When it came to really telling the old storytelling, it was completely tasteless.

If the storytelling has no storytelling flavor, you are just asking for trouble.

The white noise does calm me down, but it makes me feel so sick that I vomit.

Fortunately, he tried the storytelling adapted from the movie and found that the movie's dialogues were more colloquial, so it was much easier to imitate the tone of the storytelling in terms of technical difficulty.

It’s like asking an ordinary person to imitate the Three Tenors. Even if they shout their throats out, they can only imitate the sound of a pig being slaughtered. But if you ask an ordinary person to imitate pop music, as long as they have a little basic knowledge, they can do it quite well.

Zhou Xuan wrote until dusk and finally finished the book Liangzi.

After reciting to Liangzi in a storytelling tone for a while, I felt refreshed both physically and mentally, without the interference of white noise.

"This is my Diamond Heart Sutra. Reciting it every day will benefit your body and mind."

The stone pressing on Zhou Xuan's forehead was finally pried open.

He was in a good mood. He put the book aside and continued writing.

This time he wants to rewrite "Lush Mountain Love" into a short story as a gift for Zhou Lingyi.

Although she is very cool, she is still a girl after all, and she should like reading romance novels.

"My sister is the boss. It's always a good idea to have a good relationship with her."

This is not dog-licking behavior.
At least Zhou Xuan doesn't think so.

It's just a necessary means to maintain interpersonal relationships.

Not shabby.

……

After dinner, night fell.

The yard gradually became lively.

The Zhou family's courtyard is divided into inner and outer courtyards, and the boundary is the unusually thick and tall ancestral tree.

The crown of the ancestral tree half covers the dirt yard in the outer courtyard, and the other half completely shields the house in the inner courtyard.

The nightlife is monotonous and the entertainment is very boring.

Except for those who were drinking and playing cards, most of the men gathered in the outer courtyard to play chess and chat.

The women played games with their children, and some diligent women washed the bamboo beds using the faucets in the yard.

Wash the bamboo bed thoroughly, wipe off the water stains on the surface, and lie on it at night. The moisture accumulated in the cracks between the bamboo strips will slowly evaporate, taking away the heat from your body, which is very helpful in cooling down.

"Hey, did you hear? The young boss got dirty this afternoon."

"It seems like I heard one thing, but I don't know what it was like."

"I heard it from the little monkey. It was a weird thing. It was a female guest who wanted to take over the young master's room, but the result was..."

"What's the result?"

"The young master took off his pants on the spot and pounded the female ghost a few times..."

"Can this be used?"

"Of course not. The young master is so domineering. He beat her to pieces... She was torn to pieces."

(End of this chapter)