Late Night Bookstore

　　 This may be Xu Qinglang’s deepest wound;

　　Man likes to express himself in front of the opposite sex, bragging, and sultry, just like the orangutan likes to beat his chest when courting, and his mouth keeps saying:

　　 "Oh oh oh oh oh!"

　　It seems to Zhou Ze that Xu Qinglang with a charming face seems to be the first time he saw that he intended to release that kind of courtship signal.

　　 It's a pity, the girl's sentence: Your house is a resettlement house given by my company.

"Snapped!"

　　 It seems that something is broken,

　　 Xu Qinglang could not wait to kneel with one hand over his chest,

　　 pain,

it hurts,

It broke our hearts.

　　The girl slowly stood up and said to Zhou Ze: "Boss, add a WeChat, if you plan to cooperate in the future, you can contact me."

　　 "Good." Zhou Ze will not refuse.

　　 After adding WeChat, the girl led her Corgi dog away.

　　 Xu Qinglang breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hands, turned slowly, and left the bookstore.

　　 He needs some time to heal.

　　 Zhou Ze's mouth showed a smile, it seems that at least in recent days, the words of more than 20 suites should no longer appear in Xu Qinglang's mouth.

　　 Looking back, Zhou Ze saw Bai Yingying sitting on a plastic bench in a daze, no, not in a daze, to be precise, she was reading a book "Things of the Ming Dynasty".

　　 "Boss, what do you mean "water is too cold" to the ghost?"

　　Most of the memory of the female corpse is inherited from Mrs. Bai. At that time, there were not many types of women's studies. Naturally, it is impossible to "learn five cars" like the man who wants to test the merits.

　　As for the talented women in "Dream of Red Mansions", it can only appear in the book.

"He was the leader of the literary world at the end of the Ming Dynasty. He seemed to have worked as a ceremonial clerk. The soldiers entered the customs. Daming was about to die. He was about to marry the country. His concubine Liu Ru was going to marry him with him. As a result, the concubine jumped down. Not daring to jump, said: The water is too cold. Finally surrendered to Manqing."

　　 "Then this person is really not a thing. Are you using this to ridicule the ghost?" Bai Yingying asked.

　　 "In fact, although Qian Qianyi was finally cleared, he secretly funded the anti-Qing forces and notified the anti-Qing army, and he was also convicted by the Qing court."

　　 "This..." Bai Yingying didn't know how to judge this person.

　　 She is very simple, like an old man and a child who likes to ask frankly when watching TV series: "This person is good, this person is bad."

　　 For many people, the world is either black or white. As for the gray area, it is too complicated and too difficult to understand. It is simply not seen.

　　 "The person I just dropped into **** is actually similar to Qian Qianyi." Zhou Ze smiled, picked up the tea cup, and sat down on the chair behind the counter.

　　 "Then do you still send him to hell?" Bai Yingying was puzzled. "At least, is it okay for you to open your eyes and close your eyes, and let him stay in the sun for some time?"

　　Zhou Ze shook his head, "Are you starting to pity him?"

"The water is too cold, it's human nature." Bai Yingying beeps, "I'm dead now and become a zombie. If I'm still alive, I don't think I should be buried with the monarch and the court. I should be myself." The right choice.

　　 death, of course, can be praised, not dead, but also understandable. "

"The ghost judge said that he should die on that day, which is actually right." Zhou Ze put the water glass down, "I was dead, and I came back from the dead body, I am actually trying hard to live, I should not have that Qualified to ask others if you should die.

　　Do you think so? "

　　The white warbler nodded.

　　 "Everything needs to be substituted into a specific situation to think about, think about the ancients, and think about the behavior of the ancients. It must be substituted into that era, into the background of the culture and customs of that era.

　　 From the current perspective, of course, national harmony is the situation of family members of the Chinese nation.

　　 But if it is placed at the end of the Ming Dynasty, everyone should have their own position.

　　Your idea is just like the ancient old peasant thought that the emperor could eat ten fritters and ten big buns for breakfast every day. It is wrong and unsuitable for us to substitute the thoughts of our little characters into those big historical figures.

　　 Yes, Qian Qianyi did many things for the anti-Qing army after surrendering to the Qing Dynasty, and even ridiculed the Qing Dynasty in the documents he compiled, but that was not enough for him. "

　　 "Not enough? Do you really have to make people die?" Bai Yingying puzzled.

　　 "He must die." Zhou Ze answered very seriously, "including the ghost I just dropped, he must die!"

　　 finished, Zhou Ze took a deep breath,

　　 "It's okay to die, leave freely, and become a wealthy man, completely forgetting the rivers and lakes, abandoning the glory and wealth, and since then without a name, you can."

　　 "Why?" Bai Yingying obviously disagrees, "Everyone's life should be in their own hands."

　　 "The multi-duo army entered Nanjing City. Qian Qianyi was the highest official in Nanjing City at that time. He led the people to kneel to welcome the Qing army into the city and surrendered to Manchu.

　　 He cannot surrender, nor is he qualified to surrender.

　　His reputation, his identity, his authority, his status, his enjoyment, and his over-spec treatment are all given to him by the court, and can also be understood as given to him by the state.

　　As many benefits as you get, just how many responsibilities you should take.

　　You have got so many from the country, you are a prince, even if your waist is almost unshakable, you still have to pursue Liu Rushen, you can press a tree of pear blossoms and press the Begonia chicly.

　　 Then when the country needs him, he should naturally have an obligation to fulfill his responsibilities.

　　 This is a kind of contract spirit.

　　 The country is in trouble, and everyone has a responsibility.

　　 Wangtian,

　　 No one said they were not.

　　 But those who were in charge of the ancient government, who were owed to the salaries of the people, were obliged to support the ship at all times when the ship of the country was about to sink, and even to be buried with the ship.

　　Heroes are hard to make, villains are good. We should applaud and praise the heroes rather than seek self-reliance for the villain.

　　 It's not that I can't be a hero, so the villain is understandable, never. "

　　White Yingying listened, nodded as if she knew something.

　　 "Like the Confucian Temple, who was an imperial prince in the Ming Dynasty, similar to the current prosecutor, not yet the prosecutor general, but later he became Jiuqing, similar to today's minister.

　　 After surrendering, he can still mix so well, rising up and down, you said, should he die?

　　 An official from the Ming dynasty once called out the country’s cultivators for one hundred and fifty years. That's the reason. "

　　 "I'm dizzy." Bai Yingying shook her head.

　　 "This is a bookstore. Although there are many novel books, you can also read other books." Zhou Ze twisted his neck. "Anyway, you have nothing else to do."

　　 Baiyingying glanced at Zhou Ze, meaning to say as if you have something to do.

　　Zhou Ze got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. When he came out, he saw that Baiyingying was filling his tea cup with water. Baiyingying asked again:

　　 "Right, boss, what happened to the clerk who shouted "One Hundred and Fifty Years of National Cultivation"?"

　　 "Oh, the emperor sent Jin Yiwei to take a stick in front of Zuo Shunmen and pumped it."

　　 Zhou Ze wakes up his nose,

　　 "Then there is no more."

　　 "..." Bai Yingying.

　　 The two masters and servants rarely got Wenqing, chatting about history, chatting about worldview;

　　 Of course, this good atmosphere did not last long, because the female body immediately dropped the book and picked up the phone to start playing the glory of the dead.

　　 But there was a visitor again in the shop. He was a middle-aged man, about forty years old. He was wearing a black down jacket with a rough face and some broken clothes. It looked a bit sturdy.

　　 "Boss, can you post a notice here?" The man asked Zhou Ze very humbly.

　　 "What notice?" Zhou Ze asked.

　　 "People's notice." The man answered very honestly.

　　 "Post it." Zhou Ze got up, walked to the door of the store, and watched the other person post a notice on the wall.

　　 "Is there no photo?" Zhou Ze saw that there was only text but no photo on the notice.

　　 "When I was taken away, it was still a little bit, only a few months, I didn't get a picture." The man rubbed his hands and gave Zhou Ze a cigarette~www.novelmtl.com~ Don't be dismissed. "

　　Zhou Ze took the cigarette and asked, "Abducted?"

　　 "No, she was adopted. At that time, she had an older sister. At that time, she had no second child policy. I couldn't afford a fine. I was afraid that I might lose my job.

Over the years, we have been thinking about her day and night, hoping to see her again, but we have no contact in these years. After all, it is given to others to raise. Other people only need to treat her well, and it is not convenient for us to disturb her. Not good for her. "

　　 "Oh." Zhou Ze nodded.

　　 "This time, it was her brother who had a bad life and got leukemia. I only know that the people who supported her lived in this neighborhood more than a decade ago, so I can only find it here.

　　The eldest child did not match successfully, now her brother's life can only be saved by her, and we happen to be reunited. "

　　 "Brother?" Zhou Ze frowned and asked, "How old is she?"

　　 "Seventeen."

　　 "How old is her brother?"

　　 "Sixteen."

　　 "Poor." Zhou Ze sighed.

　　 "Yeah, how could a good young child get this disease, boss, please help me pay more attention, I will go to the front to continue posting, I have contacted the media, there may be an interview tomorrow.

　　 It is estimated that she will be able to find her soon, and then our family will be reunited and her brother will be saved. "

　　Middle-aged man smiled very honestly,

　　 Then walked to the front.

　　After he walked away, his figure disappeared under the night,

　　Zhou Ze looked at the tracing notice on the wall in front of the store and whispered:

　　 "Poor."

　　 Then,

　　 Zhou Ze reached out,

　　Teared off the notice just posted.