Since Nie Yunzhu and Hu Tao left Jinfeng Tower two years ago, although they live together like sisters and they try their best to take on some work within their capabilities, in fact, masters and servants are still masters and servants after all.
Hu Tao was still responsible for housework, and Nie Yunzhu only did simple things. She embroidered some beautiful brocades every day, occasionally embroidered handkerchiefs on shoe soles, and went to Jinfeng Tower to teach piano music every few days. In this way, of course, the family was maintained.
, because her embroidery is a fine line for self-entertainment, the quality is good, but the effort and cost are also high, and in the end she doesn’t make much money.
Since Hu Tao became seriously ill last month, Nie Yunzhu has inevitably had to take on these tasks. She can still cook simple meals, and there is nothing wrong with washing clothes - she is not skilled, maybe not as clean as Hu Tao.
I just bought the old hen a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival and wanted to stew it to replenish the walnuts, so I finally put it in several baskets.
After catching the hen, I didn't dare to kill it. Later, I let the hen run away, chased it all the way and jumped into the river. I also threw away the kitchen knife. I even hurt a passerby who was kind enough to pull me out. They rescued me and after I woke up, I didn't dare to kill him.
The first reaction was to slap the other party in the face, and then the next day the other party saw him grabbing a kitchen knife and killed the chicken for himself...
She is usually a calm and calm woman. She has met many people in the brothel for many years, and she still attaches great importance to her image. Who knows that this time she will be seen in embarrassing things, and she feels embarrassed just thinking about it. Following a few days ago
Hutao got sick together. Fortunately, the wind and cold were not severe, but it would be better after the Mid-Autumn Festival. Thinking about it, I couldn't even ask the name of that benefactor. Huyan Lei Feng... Huyan Lei Feng didn't know if it was right or not. Who knows?
I met him again here today.
Nie Yunzhu had a lot of friends in the past. This young man was probably in his early twenties. He seemed to be elegant, but after thinking about it, he was quite different from others in his behavior. He spoke and acted like this.
He seemed indifferent and casual. From his reaction after he saved her and slapped him, to later helping him kill the chicken and leaving, Nie Yunzhu followed him and saw that he really wanted to buy charcoal.
However, when he looked at the charcoal and chatted with the boss for a few more words, the situation became somewhat different.
It was almost late autumn and winter was approaching. Most people wanted to buy carbon at home. Naturally, there were places to sell it in bulk, but this store actually packed the carbon into bags and sold them in bags. After the man told the shop owner, he
He poured a large bag of charcoal on the ground, took a cloth bag, and squatted there to pick out the charcoal strips one by one. There were not many that he could choose, and he often had to scratch the ground several times before throwing away a certain one.
After putting it in the bag, the shopkeeper wasn't angry at all, he just asked a few more questions out of curiosity and then went about his business.
After just watching for a moment, Nie Yunzhu followed up, stopped at the side and behind the opponent, and bent down: "My benefactor?"
"Huh?" The man turned to look at her, and he recognized her, "Oh, it's you, what a coincidence." The man was still concentrating on selecting charcoal.
This reaction and statement are a bit strange. Confucian culture has developed to its peak now, and all kinds of etiquette are quite complicated and exquisite. Generally speaking, if a man sees a woman coming over, he must stand at attention, bow, and treat her politely. This kind of refined atmosphere has become the whole society.
I was used to it. However, it was the first time for Nie Yunzhu to say such casual words as "Oh, it's you, what a coincidence", but it felt natural. She was slightly stunned, blinked, and then gathered up her skirt.
Ju squatted beside him.
"My benefactor..."
"Hehe, I just killed a chicken. It's okay. You don't need to call me my benefactor." The man smiled and waved his hand and said casually.
"Could it be that my benefactor only remembers killing the chicken, but doesn't remember rescuing my concubine from the river?"
"ah……"
The other party was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening. Nie Yunzhu couldn't help but laugh. The two of them were squatting side by side in front of the pile of charcoal. Nie Yunzhu tilted his head and looked at him: "My name is Nie Yunzhu." Wait a moment.
After waiting for a while and making sure that the other party could remember the name, he said, "Is my benefactor's name Huyan Lei Feng?"
"Hu, Hu Yan Lei Feng..."
For a moment, the man's expression seemed to twitch slightly, which was very complicated, and then he laughed: "Haha, Ning Yi." He said, "Ning Yi, Ning Liheng."
Hearing this name, Nie Yunzhu was also stunned.
"Water Melody Songtou..."
"That person's name is Ning Yi, also named Li Heng..."
"Su's son-in-law..."
"Maybe he's someone who bought the poems to gain fame..."
Jinfeng Pavilion was so surprised when she first read the poem that it still lingered in her mind, and the discussion among the girls suddenly flashed past. Ning Yi and Ning Liheng. Originally, she was just admiring the words, but she didn't
She had time to digest the charm of the poem itself, and she didn't have much thought about gossiping with others, so the name didn't matter to her at all, and she didn't even think about it. But at this moment, it did something to her mind
A shock.
She was stunned for a long time, and then she came to her senses: "Mr. Ning... I wonder what the purpose of buying this charcoal is?"
"Well, it's for writing." Ning Yi knocked on the white-painted wooden board on the ground, and then took a piece of powdered charcoal and wrote the word "Nie" on the ground. He probably wanted to make it easier.
I wrote the name Nie Yunzhu I just heard. However, I paused when I wrote the last word of Nie. I guess I thought it would be rude to write the other person's name like this, so I changed the place slightly and wrote "Ning Yi."
"These two words come.
The font was in the style of regular script, vigorous and powerful. After writing the last stroke, the charcoal was pinched off. Nie Yunzhu himself was also accomplished in calligraphy. After a little consideration, he realized that the techniques for holding charcoal are different from holding a brush. If he were to hold it by himself,
If he were to write with charcoal strips, the handwriting would definitely be far inferior. He could write like this casually with charcoal. His understanding of calligraphy must have been outstanding.
These days, poetry and calligraphy are all in the same family. People who have profound attainments in calligraphy can probably be regarded as great scholars of the previous generation, and the difference is not much different. People who can write such handwriting are not very likely to write the water-melody song.
Suspicious. Nie Yunzhu thought to herself that the rumors were indeed unbelievable. Little did she know that Ning Yi's calligraphy was only for reading, but that he used chalk and pen to write various artistic calligraphy. Only those who had practiced it had gained status and status.
The mood set off the handwriting, and the written handwriting added a bit of momentum. Looking at those two words at this time, I felt that it was a little backward, but it could always be used to fool people.
Practicing calligraphy is not something that happens overnight. We can’t let those students who practice calligraphy all day long think the teacher’s handwriting is ugly...
"When you bring it to class, use this whiteboard to write on. You can erase it after writing. The outline of the sandbox is not clear enough and you have to sweep it around. Moreover, the sandbox is flat and makes students tired after reading it. This one can be hung vertically."
"Class...school? Is Mr. Ning a teacher in the school?"
"Well, in the elementary school, I teach a few stupid students to read, write, etc..."
"Heh... Mr. Ning, is this okay?"
Brothels and Chu houses all pay attention to the social art of getting along with people naturally. As long as he is prepared, Nie Yunzhu is confident that he can talk to anyone naturally without feeling embarrassed. This time, it is also natural, but this naturalness is not because
I felt that it was because of the other party's attitude that the two of them selected the charcoal strips. After a while, the small bag was filled, and their hands were already black. When paying, Ning Yi paid for the small bag of charcoal.
I paid more than ten yuan more.
"The store is so unreasonable. They charge more than ten yuan for this carbon bar." Nie Yunzhu said after leaving the door.
"Oh, it's not good to disturb others. I guess it was because I heard that I was going to use it in the school that I was so picky. Being a teacher is quite useful."
"If you want to buy it next time, sir, you might as well buy a few bags and take them home before choosing. Anyway, you will use them at home, so you can save the money."
"Haha, I won't come to choose next time. Let the students bring some suitable ones to the school."
After a while, the two of them washed their hands by the Qinhuai River. One was carrying a wooden board and charcoal, and the other was carrying a cloth bag and medicine bag. They walked forward one after another. Nie Yunzhu talked about being killed by him after falling into the river.
Regarding the rescue, Ning Yi just waved his hand and said it was not a big deal, and took it over lightly.
The two occasionally chatted for a few words, and the atmosphere was naturally a bit strange. The two walked out for a while, and Nie Yunzhu, who was walking a step behind, thought about the artistic conception of the water tune song, and suddenly felt that perhaps only such a free and easy person could
Write such a poem.
After walking like this for a long time, Ning Yi stopped and said goodbye when he reached a river bend. The river bank not far away had quiet waves and green willows. A tea shop and several small shops were located there.
There is a small chess stall next to the teahouse, where two old people are playing chess leisurely. One of them is covered in silk and satin, and is quite noble.
She saluted the other party and said goodbye, paused for a while after saying a few words, and moved forward. The other party also walked not far forward, heading towards the tea shop and chess stall. The two old people seemed to be in the same boat.
He recognized him, smiled and said something, and vaguely heard his voice.
"...I have suffered so much from these two people these past few days...This morning, Yu Zixing came to see me..."
She walked over, and when she finally looked back, the man was sitting there watching chess, holding a cup of tea in his hand and taking a sip. There was not much interaction between the two, and without the excuse of repaying a favor, the huge Jiang Ning
, maybe there will be no chance to see him again in the future. The other party seems to have little utilitarianism and ambition in speaking and treating others. This is almost unique among the talented people and celebrities she has seen. He walked calmly and naturally without any worries.
Restricted yet free and easy, without much red tape, it never gives off an unpleasant feeling, but it does keep a distance, just like the rumored character of the literati in the Tang Dynasty. Nowadays, literati all talk about a gentleman, maybe a gentleman should be so romantic
So magnanimous.
Maybe she won't meet him again in the future, and the other person doesn't take those "kindnesses" seriously, but she has already remembered such a figure in her heart.