drake

Exactly 50 times, thank you very much for reading here :)

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"Today, I want to tell a story that really happened, which is different from other people's random stories."

In the noisy market, people come and go, and the peddlers are yelling hard. Beside the city gate, where there are relatively few people, a man beats a gong. He is very old, his waist is bent, and his hair is gray. The hair, the tattered clothes wrapped around the thin and dry bones, seemed to be blown away by a strong wind.

A few children gathered together, and the family members gave up and let them go after a few pulls. Some people who were aroused by their curiosity also gathered to watch this man play tricks with their arms crossed.

"This story starts with a beauty."

Seeing that there were more people gathered at the scene, the storyteller put down the gong, took out a fan from the bag shakingly, and cleared his voice.

"This happened in the big city in the north. The main character is a rich cloth merchant and a famous beauty in the whole city..."

The storyteller changed his shouting tone and spoke in a melodious tone.

The sky turned dark red and orange, and some stalls with good business started to clean up, and those with bad business stopped selling, found a stone to sit down and drink water, shaking their heads and worrying about the remaining products.

"I hope we will be close in the next life. 』

The storyteller's story also came to an end, and there were not many people left behind, most of them were children, and it seemed as if they didn't understand.

"The beauty didn't respond to the draper, but just said to him, 'Come back tomorrow.' But when the draper came back the next day, what awaited him was a bunch of severed hair."

The old man looked into the distance, his gaze became distracted by the thin clouds, and it took a while before he took out the small bamboo basket and charged for the story.

"Okay, that's the end of today's story, please help me, give me more rewards, pity me, my old bones, so I have to tell the story."

"Sir, does that draper really like that beauty?"

A boy in a yellow hat asked a question, and his chubby little hands were raised high, attracting the storyteller's attention.

"I'm afraid only the cloth merchant knows about this."

"What, what does that mean?"

"The dead are forever dead, and it is useless to talk."

He said shaking his head like a private school Mr.

"Okay, that's the end of today's story. If you want to listen to it again, come back next week. Remember to bring your parents with copper coins. Otherwise, I don't even have the money to buy cold water. How can I tell the story."

Knowing that there was no story, Xiaomaotou went home one by one, begging his family members vividly. After a week, they showed each other their copper coins to offer treasures, but after waiting for a day, they searched the entire market but there was no sign of the storyteller.

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