Happy Little Scholar

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In the hospital, Lin Yong picked up the chopsticks, carefully picked up a piece of green vegetables and put it into his mouth, chewing it twice, making 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 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 is said to be calligraphy and painting, but in fact it is just calligraphy. Li Yi knew before that this girl 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. The ink on the paper was still wet, and it was obvious that it had just been written.

Women in this world, as long as they read, have always read in small regular script with hairpin flowers since elementary school, and running script is rare. He picked up the piece of paper and read it doubtfully.

"It's not a good 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 have begun to imitate it, and I have to say that among these people, you are the best imitator I have ever seen [△网WwW.]"

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’s true that life is full of surprises.

Li Yi pointed to the paper and asked: "This word..."

"It was 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 no 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 this 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 white rice left yesterday. Let's just have egg fried rice in the morning."

God gave her the face of an angel, but with the strength of a devil, she would always receive 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. 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 Street and Willow Alley. The Qingshui River passes 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 and the people live in peace. Naturally, there is still joy tonight on both sides of the Qingshui River.

In a small building somewhere, Hu Yingying, a famous prostitute from Fengzhou, was performing on 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 whispers of everyone below, the word "Mr. Qian" would appear from time to time.

That Mr. Qian is interested in Hu Yingying, and few people here don't know it. However, Miss Yingying, who is famous in Fengzhou, naturally doesn't like that fat guy with a lot of money. Even if he spends a lot of money several times, she just accepts the money and never meets him alone.

This kind of thing is very normal, but yesterday, Mr. Qian, who is uneducated and unskilled, got a good poem from nowhere and gave it to another girl in the building.

Not only that, he also took back the 1,000 taels of silver given to Hu Yingying.

In the past, such an act of going back on one's word would naturally cause everyone to laugh, but yesterday, they couldn't laugh at all.

Because that poem was really beyond their expectations.

The whole poem is only more than fifty words, but it expresses the first alliance, separation, and reunion between a man and a woman vividly.

Whether writing about sadness or joy, it is so sincere and profound, touching the heart. Words are the voice of the heart. Only people with deep feelings can write deep feelings. Those who can write such poems must be people with deep feelings.

Of course, no one believes that the deep feeling person is Mr. Qian Duoduo. He was probably annoyed by Hu Yingying. He bought poems and gave them to others, and then took the money back, just to humiliate her...

It must be said that his goal was achieved.

The sincere and heartfelt lyrics really touched many people, especially aroused certain emotions in the hearts of many singers and dancers. It spread on both sides of the Qingshui River overnight. What people discussed most was Mr. Qian's lyrics - where did he buy them from?

Hu Yingying was humiliated and her popularity dropped. On the contrary, the popularity of the woman named Shishi rose a lot. She replaced Hu Yingying overnight and became the top star here. Even if Hu Yingying used her famous skills tonight, she could not save the decline.

The sentence "I am afraid that the meeting is just a dream" made many women wet their pillows with tears. Although they were a little disgusted with Mr. Qian's behavior of buying poems, they could not blame him for seeing such a good work. Some people asked around to find out who wrote the poem. However, Mr. Qian insisted that he wrote the poem and refused to give up, which made many people return helplessly.

"I should have bought one hundred taels..."

That night, on the street by the river, a slightly fat young man stood at the entrance of an alley, pacing anxiously and muttering to himself.

I thought that if I threw the poem out to scare everyone and let Hu Yingying see that I also have real talent, then I would turn around and leave gracefully, and all the face I lost before would be back.

But who would have thought that this goal was achieved, and the threshold of the Qian family was almost trampled through early this morning.

In the end, he couldn't stand it anymore, and ran out from the back door, barely escaping the disaster.

At this moment, he finally knew that after telling the first lie, he had to use countless lies to cover it up.

The brother in the dark really didn't lie to him. The poem worth one thousand taels of silver was really worth one thousand taels. He decided to buy ten thousand taels of silver first, and then he would use poems to hit any shitty talent who was unhappy with him in the future, and hit him to death!

A figure walked out of the alley, and Qian Duoduo immediately greeted him and asked anxiously: "Brother, is that you?"

The man who walked out of the alley was stunned for a moment, and then he said angrily: "You dare to scold my mother!"

Qian Duoduo was stunned, and a fist swung from the front.

[Note: In ancient Chinese, there are also the terms "dad" and "mom". These two terms have existed since ancient times and are not foreign words. In ancient times, "mom" does not necessarily refer to the madam... Suddenly I remembered that I am writing a fictional story. Why should I explain these? Is it to make up the word count?] Mobile users please visit m.Read for a better reading experience.