Among all the listeners, Shenhe, as the person involved, undoubtedly had the most complex feelings at this moment; how could she not hear that the protagonist in the storyteller's mouth was precisely her?
To her, it was clearly the most cruel tragic story in the world, but in the storyteller's mouth, it transformed into a heroic comedy full of justice.
No wonder some people say that the core of comedy is tragedy; Yuto had never understood the meaning of this sentence before, but now it was a living example.
In fact, when Yuto watched Stephen Chow's movies as a child, he would just laugh foolishly, full of joy and laughter, but when he grew up and watched them again, it was clearly the same movie, still just as funny, but he would always end up crying while laughing.
In just over a decade, Stephen Chow's movies transformed from comedy to tragedy, and the story of the divine damsel of devastation evolved from tragedy into a drama, which couldn't help but make people sigh at the erosion of time and the impermanence of the world; no wonder Zhongli would also lament the corrosion of time.
In his more than six thousand years, who knows how many such historical events of changing course have occurred.
Clearly, the divine damsel of devastation, as told by Liu Su, was today's main event, and the end of the story also signaled that today's program had come to a close.
The audience gradually left, and Yuto and Shenhe also followed the crowd, but Shenhe's expression was very solemn, as if she was deep in thought.
When Yuto and Shenhe left, the tea master Liu Su also stepped down from the stage and came to the frontmost seat, where a handsome and imposing middle-aged man was sitting.
Since the opening of Heyu Tea House, it had hosted thousands of customers, but no one could be found with more charisma than this man.
Liu Su respectfully asked this person, "Mr. Zhongli, what do you think of today's storytelling?"
The man named Zhongli unhurriedly picked up his teacup and took a small sip; it was just an ordinary act of drinking tea, but his every move was full of elegance and poise.
"Very good, the writing is first-class, the plot is full of twists and turns, and the performance is vivid; among the many texts in Liyue, it is enough to rank among the best. A good story combined with a good storyteller naturally produces excellent results. I am very much looking forward to Mr. Yun's new play; remember to inform me when it's ready, and I will definitely attend."
Although this person looked very young, his manner of speaking and behavior were like a steady old gentleman, and most importantly, Liu Su was clearly very pleased with Mr. Zhongli's praise.
"Haha, thank you very much for the compliment, Mr. Zhongli, certainly, certainly."
"It's getting late, I should go. The usual, just put the bill on Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's tab." Zhongli stood up and left.
"No trouble at all, no trouble. I'll see you off." Liu Su respectfully escorted Zhongli downstairs and watched his figure slowly depart.
Yuto booked a private room at an inn for Shenhe as her resting place. However, when Yuto took Shenhe to check in, the inn's bellboy was first stunned when he saw Shenhe, and then his gaze towards Yuto was filled with envy, jealousy, and even hatred.
Shenhe looked at the clean and quiet room and nodded silently. Yuto helped Shenhe briefly inspect the room and found nothing amiss. He slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing that this was Liyue, not some small hotel from his previous life; where would there be cameras or listening devices?
Yuto simply arranged a meeting time with Shenhe for the next day and then left. However, after the inn's bellboy saw Yuto only staying in the room for about ten minutes, a hint of indescribable disdain appeared in his eyes towards him; of course, Yuto didn't see this look.
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