She is a thirty-year-old woman who is still unmarried. There are already a few ripples in her smiling face around her eyes. At thirty, her light and passion have been polished by the years. Is one person's life happier than two people's?
I like the unique tenderness of a thirty-year-old woman; I know the loneliness in the middle of the night is unbearable;
You said that you have been busy for too long in life, and before you know it, it has been thirty years. You pick and choose, and you choose again and again.
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The soft singing echoed in the silent teahouse, without music to accompany it, without gorgeous singing, without tactful words...
There is nothing we need in this era...
The storyteller wiped the gavel and curled his beard, looked at each other coldly, and rambled on.
The waiter leaned against the door, yawned, and wiped his hands with a rag out of boredom.
The guests drank one cup after another, and when they felt the urge to urinate, they simply left the teahouse and went home.
But the song was still ringing, but it didn't reach the hearts of any of the guests in the building. No one even noticed what was being sung or conveyed. It was just a man who was moaning for no reason singing a cliche tune that was not popular on the stage.
I wonder if the world has listened to too many melodious and desolate songs, or has thought too much of those pretentious lyrics?
It makes such a simple sound difficult to hear.
However, the girl sitting opposite held her cheek and listened intently.
At her age, she naturally cannot understand the meaning hidden in these simple words, but she feels that they touch a woman's heart in a subtle way, making people think deeply and making her unable to be restless and quiet.
Looking at the behavior of the restaurant guests, Xia Shang felt a little more sympathy for the ancient women. No one cared about their feelings, and no one wanted to get into their hearts.
Perhaps this is the indifference and desolation hidden under the prosperous age!
Thinking about it, Xia Shang lost some interest. After singing it, he taught Jiangnan to sing it line by line.
The voice is natural, and Jiangnan Xue's voice is much better than Xia Shang's.
After a while, Jiang Nan learned all the songs and was thinking about going home and singing to her mother.
Before he could start, a broken gong voice shouted from downstairs: "Where is Sister Sai's family?"
Hearing the sound, Jiang Nan frowned: "Here we go again!"
"What's coming again?" Xia Shang asked curiously.
"That fat boy! He said he was looking for a husband and he came to our door every day. He was so annoying."
"Find me?"
Xia Shang pointed to his nose and happened to see a little fat man coming up the stairs with a pig belly on his head.
Xia Shang didn't recognize who it was at first sight, but he recognized the blinding pure gold pig hanging around his neck!
"Zhu Jindou!"
"Xia Chunqiu!"
The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they were both startled when they saw each other.
I think back when we met in Yichun Courtyard, we later used twenty taels of silver to get this guy to help Xia Shang find out about the rich merchants in Yangzhou who presented treasures to King Yong. This is how the subsequent story came to be.
Speaking of which, the two of them have a small friendship.
It turns out that Zhu Jindou opened a bookstore specializing in printing "Dream of Red Mansions".
Compared with several other printing workshops in Yangzhou, the Zhu family has sufficient funds and has opened a larger bookstore than the others. They have made a lot of money these days by riding on the popularity of "Dream of Red Mansions".
But as more and more people buy the book, the demand for subsequent chapters becomes louder and louder.
Zhu Jindou felt that if he never saw the following chapters, his book club would not be successful for a few days, so he started to inquire about the source of the manuscript of "Dream of Red Mansions".
After asking around, I finally found out about Sai Jiangnan.
Zhu Jindou spent a lot of time on Jiang Nan and finally found out from her that the manuscript came from her husband.
So I ran to Yulin County every day for ten days in a row, just to meet Miss Sai's husband.
By coincidence, Zhu Jindou didn't expect Sister Sai's husband to be an acquaintance of his. He was immediately overjoyed and thought that the next thing would be much easier to handle.
After some conversation and understanding of the whole situation, Zhu Jindou invited the two of them to have a drink at Huamanlou.
Even though Zhu Jindou is the youngest, he is still a little spirit, and he never said his intentions from beginning to end.
But how could he hide his thoughts from Xia Shang?
Xia Shang also calmed down and chatted with Zhu Jindou to Huamanlou.
Everyone in Yangzhou City knows that Zhu Jindou is a very tough guy who never plucks out a cent on weekdays.
However, if he encounters something profitable, he will be the first to rush forward. If he invites you to dinner, he will definitely take advantage of you.
Now, if Xia Shang and Jiang Nan are invited to go to the best Huamanlou, one table will cost hundreds of taels, so there must be huge benefits to be gained.
When they arrived at a private room, a table of fine wine and delicacies was placed in front of them. Zhu Jindou poured wine for Xia Shang with a smile and a pair of small eyes.
Students were not allowed to sit at the same table as their husbands, so Jiang Nan stood behind Xia Shang and waited, occasionally looking out the window, which seemed honest.
It can be seen that this fat man with a big belly and small eyes is an old man, and his movements and expressions at the dinner table are calm enough, so he can be regarded as a young man.
But sitting opposite him was a monster who had lived for a few thousand more years, and he was also a professional man who had been at the dinner table for a long time.
A young boy, no matter what he does, he will eventually become more mature.
Zhu Jindou poured the wine, and Xia Shang didn't refuse. He drank it without saying a word, waiting leisurely for the other party to ask questions.
Zhu Jindou still couldn't help it. He asked first and said, "Brother Xia must be fond of literature and calligraphy, right?"
Xia Shang nodded.
Zhu Jindou asked again: "When will the chapters after "A Dream of Red Mansions" be released?"
"You shouldn't ask me this. I didn't write the book, so how do I know?"
Of course Zhu Jindou didn't believe it, he had already understood it clearly from Jiang Nan's mouth before.
Although Xia Shang said it was written by a person named "Cao Xueqin", Zhu Jindou's investigation found that there was no person named "Cao Xueqin" at all!
It is also said that the ancestor of "Cao Xueqin" is Jiangning Weaving, which is even more nonsense. After a little inquiry, I know that there is no "Cao" surname in Jiangning Weaving in the past dynasties.
Xia Shang remained silent, and Zhu Jindou had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, pretending not to know, and asked: "Then when will Mr. Cao write it?"
Xia Shang smiled and said: "When the time comes, I will write it naturally."
“What does it mean when the time is right?”
"Hey!" Xia Shang sighed, "Mr. Cao has been spending a lot of money lately. He is worried about making a living all day long. How can he find time to write a book?"
That means you need money!
Zhu Jindou had already expected that he would find fifty taels of gold, and he didn't feel any heartache.
"Brother Xia, please give this gold to Mr. Cao, so that he can feel at ease and use it to make a living. As long as he is willing to give me a small amount of gold for the subsequent chapters."
Fifty taels of gold is not a small amount, it can be exchanged for at least seven or eight hundred taels of silver.
Zhu Jindou thought that no matter how big the appetite of the man in front of him was, he would not be overjoyed when he saw gold?
As long as you are a book writer, you may not earn so much money even if you write for a lifetime.
But in Xia Shang's eyes, your mere fifty taels of gold is not even enough to stuff between your teeth, so why talk about it?
"That's all! Mr. Cao has a weak nature, so he feels more at ease by making money on his own. Jiangnan, let's go." (To be continued)