"Miss Ruyi? Mr. Qin?" The gentleman called twice in confusion.
A voice came from the other side of the wall: "Well, we are already here."
The husband beat his chest and shouted, "The owner of the house is still outside! You guys can help me climb in too! I don't know kung fu! If it doesn't work, at least hand me the ladder!"
After hearing this, Ruyi flew out again, grabbed Mr. Lazy Flower's collar, and used Qinggong to lead him over the wall. In just a blink of an eye, Mr. Lazy Flower's feet had already landed in the yard.
He was obviously a little excited. He looked left and right and said, "That's it? Are you here now?"
The two of them nodded in unison: "Yes, that's it."
"Interesting! Fun! Why don't we come here a few more times! If you two are free, just teach me. If you learn this skill, I won't have to worry about going out in the future!" Mr. Lazy Flower said with a grin.
Ruyi just wanted to cover her face and say she didn’t know this guy. When she was reading Mr.’s books, Ruyi had imagined her husband countless times. In her imagination, he should be a far-sighted, profound and taciturn genius...
But why is his real body turned out to be a neurotic beautiful boy? This... this is illogical.
Ruyi and Qin Xiaoli ignored Mr. Lazy Flower and walked straight into the house.
As soon as they entered the house, the two of them were stunned by the sight in front of them.
The houses of other great writers are full of "thousands of volumes of ink with the fragrance of books", but the house of Mr. Lazy Flower is "strewn with waste paper and small pieces of paper". Fortunately, in a study room, everything on the table and floor is useless.
The manuscript doesn't even have a place to start.
There are only three words to describe this house - dirty and messy.
Ruyi walked inside and bent down to pick up the manuscripts on the ground: "Sir, you really need to find a wife to clean up the house for you."
Mr. Lazy Flower snatched the manuscript picked up from Ruyi's hand, threw it to the ground again, and said: "Leave it there and don't move it. My manuscripts are arranged in a regular way. Don't mess it up. I'll find what I need to find later."
It’s troublesome if you can’t find it.”
Ruyixin said, can your place be more chaotic...
Mr. Lazy Flower had his own unique technique for walking through the room. He walked sideways and tiptoed to avoid stepping on the manuscripts on the ground. He led the two of them to the table and pointed to a pile of manuscripts on the table.
The paper said: "All the things I have written recently are here."
Ruyi glanced at it and was so moved that she almost cried - the manuscripts on the table were relatively tidy after all.
Ruyi picked up the manuscript, and what he saw was a strong and knotted grass, powerful and arrogant. The gentleman's words were much more domineering than his own, and every stroke carried an irresistible power.
"There was a man, wearing a green hat and wearing coarse cloth. He had broad shoulders and a flat nose. He had a mouth but no tongue, and was mute but not deaf. He was alone, with only a monkey for company. He was called the Monkey Operator. To say that the monkey was really a monkey.
, jumps up and down without stopping, and likes to pluck people's hair. The monkey performers control it with a bamboo whistle, and one person and one monkey accompany each other, walking in the rivers and lakes, and making a living by performing in busy streets." Ruyi read out the words on the manuscript.
Qin laughed and said, "Isn't this about the monkey actor? Every word is consistent with the person we see."
Mr. Lazy Flower said: "I was originally thinking of a story about this monkey actor. The image of a lonely man walking around with a monkey has always been lingering in my mind, so I wrote a paragraph.
I also mentioned it to my bookseller a few times, but he was obsessed with interests and insisted that no one cares about the group of monkey actors these days. He also said that people prefer to watch dramas about talents, beauties, or ghosts and spirits.