Nightfall

There are good pens, good inks, good papers, good inkstones and good nights, a beautiful maid beside me, a cup of tea in front of me, three sticks of burning incense by the table, a bright moon round by the window, my sleeves and books When he raised his head, he flicked his fingers, and a handleless flying sword broke through the beam and cut a general away thousands of miles away. This is Ning Que's ideal life.

On the first night in the house at Lin 47 Lane, he felt that he was infinitely close to his ideals, although the pen, ink, paper, and ink are all cheap goods, although the night is lonely and not quiet, although there is only clear water and no tea, tables There is only hungry gruel porridge without burning incense, although there is still no bright moon outside the window, although the maid is too small and too dark and too ugly, although he now thinks that practice is a stinky hollow fart ...

Although there are so many, he still feels very happy when the pen can dance on the snow, and even thinks that Sang Sang's proposal to sell words is really a genius idea.

Weicheng's bitter cold can't talk about poverty, but it's hard to be rich. The materials delivered by the military will not include pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, so it used to be a lot of money to write a few words. Now, for now, pen and ink, paper, and inkstones It can be used at will, and it can be exchanged for money. Sang Sang will not complain in a low voice. How can there be happier things in the world?

The time of pain and suffering is always the same, and the time of happiness and enjoyment is called the passing of the year. When he finally looks up, pours half of his stomach into the bowl, rubs his sore wrists and shoulders and decides to rest, the morning is already dawning. In the distance, there were faint sounds of pouring water and barking.

After writing all night long, there were already paper rolls beside him. Except for the first two plots for venting emotions, he wrote very honestly, and wrote everything that Sang Sang seems to sell better. It seems that there is no plan. In fact, there are vertical scrolls, horizontal batches, long scrolls, and even a large nave, but they have not been framed. The paper rolls piled up at the feet of the table look like ink paper with different shapes and sizes.

After many years of hard work copying thousands of volumes, Ning Que is very confident in his own words, but those most confident and proud methods can not be displayed in Changan City, otherwise if the visitors ask you which year is Yonghe nine years , How is it that you should go to Kuaiji Mountain? Therefore, he had to copy some modern poetry collections and some widely spread scriptures, but he believed that even then, after these paper rolls were hung on the wall, there must be countless dignitaries, celebrities, celebrities, scholars, and scholars who knew the book and heard it.

"Oh, the threshold will be broken after two days, it seems that you need to prepare it in advance."

Ning Que thought with pride. He reached out to the wall with his right hand and tossed away the paper roll left by the original proprietor. It was like ripping off a pile of rubbish. Hangs up his masterpiece, but finds that the little maid no longer knows when to sleep with her knees in the corner of the room.

"It is said that you should buy two bowls of Changan's famous hot and sour noodles to try."

He looked at the sleeping sweet little girl, couldn't help but shook his head, took a short shirt to cover her, then pushed out the door, following the tempting green onion and hawking in the comfortable morning light Sound searched the past.

"Uncle, how much is a bowl of noodles?"

"So expensive?"

"Look, my store is over there, it's all neighborhoods, how about it being cheaper?"

"Yes, yes, that shop is not named yet."

"Think of the name a long time ago, so I'm going to make a signboard, what's the name?"

"Lao Bi Zhai."

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In order to buy two bowls of cheaper hot and sour noodle soup with the hawker set, the name of the shop was casually set. This matter is a bit unreasonable no matter how you look at it. Because I missed her young master for several years.

All in all, this one has a boss and a calligrapher, a maid and a handyman, and a quirky name specialty calligraphy shop, which finally appeared in Shumo of Lin 47.

Ning Que's only dissatisfaction with the shop was that it was too far away from the mounting shop, and the mounting was too slow. He was not good at this, so he had to wait patiently for another two days.

The rain fell again in Chang'an City on a certain day, and the shop near Lane 47 opened quietly. Ning Que was wearing a brand-new scholar shirt, holding a cheap red clay teapot in her left hand, standing behind the threshold in front of a wall of scrolls, as if seeing a new life waving to herself, and that new life looked very Handsome and pretty.

"Spring rain is as expensive as oil, good sign!"

He sipped his tea, stood inside the threshold and watched the wind and rain outside the threshold, and said: "The tea is intoxicating, and the ink is intoxicating. It is really a grandiose talk in the industry, and it is a drunken life."

A young boy with a young face was wearing a scholar green shirt, but he couldn't wear a chic atmosphere. Instead, he looked a little funny. He also held a teapot as an old-fashioned man. It was even more cute when he said this in the old-fashioned tone.

Someone was sheltering from the rain under the eaves, just listening to Ning Que's words, and subconsciously turned to look at Ning Que. After a slight startle, he couldn't help laughing. This man is a middle-aged man. He wears a sword casually beside a sullen blue shirt. Qingjun has a free and easy meaning between his brows and smiles, and a smile emerges that lights up the rain outside the eaves.

Ning Que only found someone outside the threshold, knowing that the other party heard his own sour words ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ was unavoidably embarrassed, turned low and coughed twice to look at the corner of the palace in the rainy day, pretending that nothing happened Ever.

Middle-aged man was probably bored. He turned and walked into the shop. He looked at the wall casually with his hands. His eyes showed admiration and surprise, but he didn't seem to pay for it.

The so-called readers always have a little enthusiasm for the readers, rather than lazy to greet any guests, although the other party is the first guest since Lao Bi Zhai opened the door, has great historical significance.

Middle-aged man watched a circle, walked back to Ning's absence, smiled and said, "Little boss ..."

Before he finished the whole sentence, Ning Que corrected with a smile: "Please call me boss, do n’t call me the boss because I look at my age, just like I wo n’t see you call you with a sword For the sword ... the guest. "

"Okay, little boss." The middle-aged man didn't change his name and said with a smile: "I'm wondering why you would like to rent this shop that no one wants to rent for three months."

Ning Que replied: "The place is clean, the environment is good, the front store and the back house, I have no reason not to rent."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "I just want to remind you that the reason why this shop is so cheap but has never been rented out, not because others are stupid than you, but because the Treasury of the Ministry of Household Clearance and Transportation is going to be expanded, Chang'an has always wanted to Take back the pavement on this street. You know that the compensation given by the government has always been very low. The risk of renting the pavement here is too high, and you may lose your money at any time. You said that the place is quiet, don't you notice that all the shops on the side are closed? "

Ning Que frowned slightly, looking at the person and asking, "Why do you know these things?"

The middle-aged man calmly replied: "Because the shops on both sides of this street are all mine."