In the hospital, Lin Yong picked up the chopsticks, carefully picked up a piece of green vegetables, put it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and made a clicking sound.
The next moment, his expression changed drastically, he put down his chopsticks and rushed out of the door...
On the other side, Li Yi followed Lin Wanru through Fanglin Garden and came to a room behind the shop.
Lin Wanru poured him a cup of tea and said, "You sit down first and I'll get the account book. There are a few things I can't quite understand. Your accounting method... is very special."
Li Yi nodded and sat down at the table in the room.
The layout of Fanglin Garden is similar to that of Ruyifang. There are shops in the front and a resting place in the back. There are not many furnishings in this room. Tables, chairs, beds and cabinets are all simple and simple. The most eye-catching thing is the hangings hanging around the walls.
Many calligraphy and paintings.
It was said to be calligraphy and painting, but in fact it was just calligraphy. Li Yi knew before that Miss Lin was a person who loved calligraphy. The works hanging in her room were not top-notch, but they were all of a certain level.
There were books on the table, as well as some neatly stacked manuscripts. When Li Yi skimmed to the top page, his expression was slightly startled.
The reason that made him stunned was not only because this was the song "Partridge Sky" that he sold to the fat man yesterday, but also because the font was Wang Xizhi's running script, and the ink on the paper was still wet, so it was obvious that he had just written it recently.
For women in this world, when they read, they have always read in small regular script with hairpin flowers since elementary school. Running script is rare. He picked up the piece of paper and read it doubtfully.
"It's a bad imitation, it's ridiculous."
Lin Wanru's voice came from the side, saying: "You should often see the handwriting of the most talented man in Jingguo, otherwise it would be impossible to imitate it so closely. Since Zhao Xiuwen spread this font,
Many people in Qi State began to imitate it, and I have to say that among these people, you are the best imitator I have ever seen."
Li Yi was stunned for a moment, nodded and said: "I see it quite often."
I was still wondering just now. When he copied the Que Ci yesterday, he used a different style of writing. He had known her for so long, but he didn't expect that this girl Lin was also his fan...
It is true that life is full of surprises.
Li Yi pointed to the paper and asked: "This word..."
"It is said that it was uploaded from the Qingshui River last night. Zhao Xiuwen has not published any poems in recent days. I haven't seen such good poems for a long time..."
Li Yi nodded and didn't ask any more questions. It seemed like that man wouldn't feel that his money was wasted.
As if thinking of something, Lin Wanru asked again: "The poems written by your most talented scholar have already been spread in Qi State. I wonder if he has not written any new poems since then?"
"I don't know much about poetry, and I haven't paid attention to it." Li Yi shook his head and said, "Did you just say you had any questions to ask me?"
Lin Wanru stopped continuing the topic, opened the account book, pointed to somewhere on it and said, "I'm still a little unclear about these accounts. Can you explain them?"
"Of course." Li Yi nodded and looked away.
About a quarter of an hour later, Lin Wanru held a piece of paper that had just been calculated in her hand. After looking at it carefully for a few times, she carefully put it away.
At the same time, in the small courtyard separated by the wall, Li Yi put on his apron, glanced at Miss Liu Er, and said: "It's too late to cook. There was some rice left yesterday. Let's just have egg fried rice in the morning."
God gave her the face of an angel and the strength of a devil, but she always needs some kickbacks elsewhere.
In this life, I don't expect Miss Liu Er to know how to cook. Li Yi is very pleased that she has such a heart.
In the afternoon, a man named Lin Yong rarely came over to have dinner. He only went out for a stroll at night like yesterday. He did a little exercise after dinner, and then went to bed with Miss Liu Er after the sun went down.
Everyone sleeps in his own way.
I don’t know if practicing Turtle Breathing Kung Fu has any healing effect, but at least I can fall asleep immediately when I’m bored, and I won’t have to suffer from insomnia anymore…
Li Yi turned off the light, looked at the other side of the room separated by cloth, heard the even breathing coming from the other side, and slowly closed his eyes.
The small courtyard soon fell into silence, and outside the courtyard, a few streets away, it began to gradually become noisy.
No matter which city it is, the most prosperous and noisy place is always the flower streets and willow lanes. The Qingshui River runs through Fengzhou City, and there are many lofts on both sides of the river bank. Although it is also a land of romance, the style is slightly higher, and most of them are not naked.
Business, literati, singers and dancers, lovers, doing happy things...
Although Fengzhou City is remote, it is far away from the war, the people live in peace, and the banks of Qingshui River are naturally as cheerful as ever tonight.
In a small building somewhere, Hu Yingying, a famous prostitute from Fengzhou, was performing on the stage. She was performing her famous skill "Bounce Pipa".
In the entire Fengzhou, she is the only one who can perform this kind of dance to the extreme. It is by virtue of this unique skill that Hu Yingying stands out from the crowd and becomes the number one in this small building.
In the past, whenever the "Rebound Pipa" was shown, the seats below would always be packed. However, today, although there are many people in the audience, they are far less than before.
In the low-pitched discussions of the people below, the word "Mr. Qian" would appear from time to time.
There are not many people here who don't know that Mr. Qian is interested in Hu Yingying. However, the famous girl Yingying in Fengzhou naturally looks down on the guy who smells like copper and is broad and fat. Even though he spends a lot of money several times,
She always received money and never met alone.
Originally, this kind of thing was quite normal, but yesterday, the uneducated young man Qian actually got a good poem from nowhere and gave it to another girl in the building.
Not only that, he also took back the thousand taels of silver he gave to Hu Yingying.
In the past, this kind of reneging on one's word would have naturally aroused everyone's ridicule, but yesterday, they couldn't laugh at all.
Because that poem really exceeded their expectations.
The whole poem only has about fifty words, but it vividly expresses the first alliance, parting and reunion between a man and a woman.
Writing about sadness and joy is so sincere and profound, touching people's heart, and speaks from the heart. Only those who have the most emotion can write the most emotion. Those who can write such poems must also have the most emotion and nature.
man of.
Of course, no one believed that the person he loved most was Mr. Qian Duoduoqian. He was probably annoyed by Hu Yingying, so he bought poems and essays from somewhere and gave them to others, and then asked for the money back.
humiliate her...
I have to say that his goal was achieved.
Que's sincere lyrics really touched many people, especially arousing certain emotions in the hearts of many singers and dancers. They spread on both sides of the Qingshui River overnight. The most discussed thing among people was money.
Where did the young master's que poem ------ come from?
Hu Yingying lost face and her popularity plummeted. On the contrary, the popularity of the woman named Shishi increased a lot. She replaced Hu Yingying overnight and became the number one here. It was Hu Yingying who used her own skills tonight.
Even the stunts that made him famous did not reverse the decline.
The sentence "I'm afraid the meeting was only in a dream" has made countless women wet their pillowcases with tears. Although I am a little disdainful of the money man's behavior of buying poems, but seeing such a masterpiece, I can't blame him, and there are some people.
Many inquiries were made to find out who wrote the poem, but Mr. Qian insisted that it was him who wrote the poem and refused to let go, leaving many people helpless.
"If I had known earlier, I would have bought one hundred taels..."
It was night, and on the street by the river, a fat young man stood at the entrance of an alley, pacing anxiously and mumbling to himself.
I thought I would throw out the poem to calm everyone and let Hu Yingying see that she was truly talented. If I turned around and left in a cool manner, I would have regained all the face I had lost.
But who would have thought that this goal was achieved, and early this morning, the threshold of the Qian family was about to be crossed.
In the end, he couldn't stand it anymore and ran out of the back door, barely escaping.
At this moment, he finally knew that after telling the first lie, he would have to use countless lies to cover it up.
The secret brother really didn't lie to him. A poem worth one thousand taels of silver was really worth a thousand taels. He decided to buy the one worth ten thousand taels of silver first, and then he would hit any idiot genius with a poem if he saw him unhappy.
Smash it to death!
A figure walked out of the alley. Qian Duoduo immediately greeted him and asked eagerly: "Brother, is that you?"
The man walking out of the alley was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "How dare you scold my mother!"
Qian Duoduo was stunned, and a fist slammed from the front.
[Note: There are also terms for mom and dad in ancient Chinese. These two titles have existed since ancient times and are not foreign words. In ancient times, mother did not necessarily refer to the madam... It suddenly occurred to me that I was writing in an imaginary way. I explained what these are for and made up the number of words.
