Stall sales story

Every day when I come home from work, I have to pass through a crowded block called "Student Street"! I think many cities will have this kind of night market with the same nature, large and small, which can be said to be a small business circle with a mixture of good and evil people.

I often pass by a booth. The person who can't tell his age by feeling is 27 years old. There is only a sign in front of the booth that says "stall selling stories"! ? Kill time? I always slow down? See if anyone is too busy listening to the story but hasn't read it. Thinking, what earth-shattering, epic, or horrible story did this guy experience, but he survived ... would he think of such an unheard-of strange move as selling stories?

This form reminds me of cross talk jokes. Listening to Degang Guo's cross talk also costs money. Obviously, "cross talk" is a traditional culture in China, which has a profound cultural background, but "storytelling" seems to only stay on the balcony of childhood summer nights, in the mouth of grandma.

He always sits on the floor, wearing loose clothes and trousers, but his appearance is clean and tidy. I can't imagine a story under such a face. There is a tambourine beside it, but I haven't heard of it. It's like traveling from far away, just for the fortune teller who stays here.

One day, I was scolded by the company leader because of my work, and almost broke out in the small universe that I had endured for a long time. Of course, I still have to bow my head and let it be humiliated. What's more tragic is that it rained heavily and I didn't bring an umbrella! Shit! As usual, I got off work, took the bus and passed the booth. Not surprisingly, he still stood there, regardless of the wind and rain. ? Because I was in a very bad mood, like this damn weather, so I walked over. ...

Dude, have a cigarette and chat!

"Thank you, what do you want to talk about?" He politely took the seven wolves I handed him.

Nonsense. I pass by here every day after work. I've watched you for a long time, but I've never seen anyone squat down and spend money to listen to a story.

He didn't answer, and took a deep drag on his cigarette. ...

"Why do you insist?" I continue to ask ...

He remained silent, and the smoke had reached the filter tip. ...

"Why set up a stall to sell stories?" I can't wait to ask such a long question at a time.

"Brother, are you listening to the story? Or ... "? He seems a little disgusted with my question.

"Sorry, just a little take the liberty of! How much do you charge for listening to stories? "

"I don't have a hard charge, and I feel that I have gained something. You can do anything you want ... or you can tell me a story of yourself. "

He told me a story about a retired couple he met during his trip. They walked to Lhasa 3 18. On the way, he was very moved to see the romance of the two old people when they fulfilled the promises they made when they were young.

I realized that he was telling other people's stories just to share his feelings, spread positive energy and collect stories from people who listened to them.

I completely forgot what I was scolded by the leader. I fixed the picture of two lovers completing their dreams and commitments together in my mind, which enriched my heart. At the same time, I found that the difference between story and crosstalk is that crosstalk is humor between words, and a story is told, which is unforgettable from the moment it happened.

I left while it was still raining, but I asked for his contact information and didn't give him any money. At the same time, I told a bad story. A buddy's girlfriend suddenly disappeared before getting married, and then someone else got married and exchanged with him.

I went home and took an umbrella and lent it to him. When I came out, he had already collected it. The next day, the stall was changed to selling miscellaneous grains in Shandong ... I sent a message to ask him, and he said that he had gone to other cities, and there was no news and I never saw him again. I think it may be that as long as someone stops in front of his booth to exchange stories with him, he will go to the next place. ...