Nightfall

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“It’s okay to sell, but I have a condition.”

“Young Master, what conditions?”

“You can’t set up a street stall. You have to have a facade.”

“The facade is very expensive.”

“I want it to be expensive, because my words have to be sold expensive, otherwise I can’t afford to lose this person.”

“Well, listen to you.”

Ning Que, who was defeated in front of the little servant, still had a difficult battle after deciding to surrender, determined to be able to seek some benefits or face, and finally agreed to open the store to sell the word. The most practical problem now facing them is how to find a suitable shop.

Looking for Inn on the night before, there will be an Inn. Today, I want to find a shop and turn around and see a rented shop. Things like this, even the grace of the world’s Vast Sky will not give too many opportunities, this kind of thing must find an intermediary.

The intermediary manager took out a map and directed the servant as the commanding march. He pointed out the free shop and offered a few prices. So at the strong request of Sang Sang, the area selected from the pavement was retired from Imperial City all around. Go to the department hall and then exit North City. Avoid the rich and quiet West District. The South City finally landed in the area of ​​Dongcheng, which is known for its chaos.

Chang An City covers a large area but has a large population. The rent of the pavement can really be said to be the size of the land. Even the lowest-priced Dongcheng, it is not cheap to find a suitable pavement. Less than two hundred silver coin, so the choice is even smaller, two days in a row with the intermediary management to run east and west, or no result.

On the third day, finally, good news came. The eyes were about to be managed by the green intermediary. They excitedly waved their arms and told Ning Que that the East Village Pro 40 Seven Lane had a small family calligraphy and painting shop to change hands. The Family is full, with a monthly rent of fifteen silver coins, a turnover fee of fifty-two silver coins, and a lease for one and a half years. All of these conditions are in line with Ning Que… mainly Sang Sang’s requirements.

Ning Que and Sang Sang look at each other and see the surprises in each other’s eyes. This price is really not expensive, and the location on the map is not bad, but everything needs to be seen, not to mention the sale of the word. They are responsible for the survival problems in Chang An City in the next few years, so they did not go down and asked to go to the small painting and calligraphy shop to see.

The owner of the rental shop was not there, the original Boss was not there, and the manager took the key to open the gray wooden door, and the three went in. This store is very small, all around the white wall with some banners, and the wooden shelves on the east wall are decorated with things like pen and ink paper. The most satisfying thing is that this shop is in front of the shop. There is also a well in the back house. Ning Que looked around at random and thought of low rents.

“I don’t want these words and calligraphy, the transfer money will be reduced.” Ning Que looked at the wall of densely packed strips and looked at the shards that were bluntly pretending to be old, frowns said: “Those pen and ink paper baskets Although it is not a good thing, but it will be used, I will take it over, but it is what you sent.”

Sang Sang looked at Ning Que with a small face, full of appreciation and smile, thinking that Young Master said this beautifully in place. The intermediary manager is crying and tears, thinking that these two days have already known where your master and servant are slamming, but I did not expect you to be so embarrassed! I am just a manager and not your enemy. What is it that tortures me?

Tortured to torture, in short, this matter is settled, Sang Sang took the silver plaque from the parcel, carefully took a long time to hand over the contract silver coin. The two sides signed a document, from this moment, this small painting and calligraphy shop in 40 Qixiang, Dongcheng District, officially returned to Ning Que.

Happy smiles and sent away the management of the agency, Sang Sang put down the parcel, took out the handkerchief to cover his head and face, and did not know where to take a large towel, from the back of the house, he was ready to start cleaning.

I thought that I might have to sign the document today. The two people directly retired from the house and took the luggage. It would save you a day of Inn money. They would never be polite. The intermediary manager apparently did not notice this detail, otherwise he might offer a more expensive offer, but it is more likely that he would be stunned by the scared witless of the servant’s master servant.

The small painting and calligraphy shop is filled with the smell of dust and water, and the thin Sang Sang is trying to move the bucket, climbing the stool to climb the high and low, cleaning the hygiene, occasionally lifting the arm and rubbing the forehead outside the handkerchief, although there is no drop Sweat beads.

Ning Que has never been concerned about these things. He moved to sit next to the door and looked at the corner of Imperial City, which is faintly visible in the distance. He looked at the quiet XimonX Lane and looked at the eucalyptus trees on both sides of the street. Sha Ying, I thought that this place is quiet and uninteresting, and the business of the shop in the future is certainly good, and I only spent so much money, I couldn’t help but smile, shouted: “Young Master is itchy!”

The busy Sang Sang is obviously very good today, and she has a good voice and said: “At night.”

“Well.”

After the dinner, Sang Sang spread the paper roll on the bright long case, took out the ink ingot, poured water into the shackles, rolled the sleeves and lifted the wrists, and caught the ink blocks in the raft. After a while, the ink is getting thicker.

All things are the goods left by the former owner. Although it is not good enough, Ning Que has already waited for the pen. The pen holder on the front of the right hand is leaning on five or six pens. I can’t see what it is.

Inferior ink does not have a scent, but some ink odor, the brush on the pen holder does not look very good, but he does not care about these, his face is full of expectant smile, the left hand behind the waist is a two-finger It’s like itching.

The so-called hand itch is not to steal silver coin, not to want to play the little maid’s skinny butt, just want to write.

Ning Que likes to write. Even if there is no ink brush beside him, there is only one dry branch or a Big Black Umbrella that is soaked in rain. He will write from time to time on the mud or bluestone. For 16 years, the pen and ink has been swayed, and there is no doubt that juxtaposition with meditation is the most important thing in his life.

Rough hobby into the ink slowly, sucking the ink to the fullness of the spirit, Ning Que shoulders standing side by side, quietly looking at the paper roll in front of him, lifting the pen out like a sharp knife, falling into the paper like a knife into the bone, wrist micro-motion paper There is more than one vertical.

This vertical thick ink hammer, like the eyebrows of a certain thick eyebrows.

With the first touch of the paper, his gestures have been frustrated, but then it has been rounded down. Over the years, the word of the pen has long been deep into his bone marrow bloodline, and there is no need to deliberately plan the operation. Naturally on the paper roll, as the strokes of the brush gradually fade to the left, a sturdy and relaxed breath jumps out.

The first word he wrote in Chang An City was only sixteen words.

“The mountains are long and the water is long, and the objects are like ten million. There is no old pen, and it is so strong and strong.”