Nightfall

Pushing open the red door, picking up the bead curtain, Ning Que walks into the dimly lit quiet room. He drank two bowls of sage hangover soup, took a hot bath to one’s heart’s content, and was heavily smashed by the Grandmaster on the dead bamboo bed. The previous sizzling wine had already been brewed. It has faded more than half, and people have become more awake.

Looking at the woman on the couch who was in the cloth room, looking at her wide, smooth forehead and crow’s feet in the corner of her eye, Ning Que felt that it was better to be drunk at this time because he faintly guessed himself. What will be faced, although he always believes that the woman is unreasonable about his own strictness, but he must also acknowledge that the other party’s strictness is obviously with a little care, so it is impossible to refuse to bear only tears.

“I haven’t seen you in some days, thinking that you entered the Academy and began to cultivate self-cultivation. You understand the importance of the four words of good knowledge and knowledge. When you think that the learning has not risen much, this wine has gone up a lot.”

Jian Dajia looked at him calmly. There was no painful grievance between the simple and the sly eyebrows. It was just a straightforward narrative. However, it was this normal confrontation that caused tremendous pressure on Ning Que. He did not know how to speak, forcibly calmed his intentions and smiled, but he did not expect a slap in the cellar. The taste was very bad. .

Smell the full-bodied sour alcohol, Jian Dajia frowned slightly, not stunned at him, immediately faintly laughed at himself, thinking that his anger was unreasonable, and could not let the boy in front of him sin for the guy of the year. ? She looked at Ning Que as calm as possible and asked: “Talk about what I learned in Academy these days.”

Ning Que took over the tea from Xiao Cao and hurriedly poured two calm hearts. After sincerely thanking him, he did not hesitate to clear his throat and seriously told his life in the Academy to Jian Dajia.

“It’s still diligent, but since you have no foundation in the second book, you should spend more time on these two doors, instead of breaking the cans and simply don’t pay attention to it. You know that in the future, after you leave from the Academy, whether it is Whether you enter the DPRK as an official or a manifestation for the pastoral, you are always inseparable from these cases.”

Listening to Ning Que, I will go into the Old Book Library every day. Jian Dajia will smile and smile. The crow’s feet in the corners of the eyes are deeper. I continue to ask: “Since you enter the Old Book Library every day, you must know the 2-Layer building. thing?”

“Yes,” Ning Que replied politely.

Jian Dajia thought a little, then said with a serious look: “When do you think you can enter the 2-Layer floor?”

Ning Que raised his sleeves and concealed his desire to sip wine and even vomit. He shook his head and said, “But anyone who can enter that place is not a genius, and my body can’t do cultivation at all. I didn’t dare to give birth to any dissatisfaction with entering the 2-Layer building.”

“Can your child have some interest? If you have to enter a good place like Academy, you should cherish the opportunity to learn, don’t say anything that is infatuated with obscenity…”

Jian Dajia watched as he frowned and shook his head, and he sighed. When she saw the guy riding the donkey and looking at the word, she slid into the 2-Layer building, and now her heart is faintly linking Ning Que to the guy. Regrettable thoughts, I couldn’t help but continue to persuade: “Academy itself is a place to create miracles, but if you think that miracles are impossible, then no one can help you. ”

Ning Que didn’t know that the man who rode the little black squat to Chang An City in the past and finally made a big name in the world, but finally disappeared like a duckweed under wind and rain, naturally did not understand Jian Dajia. Why pay so much attention to such a poor boy. He knows that there are certain reasons behind this concern, but I don’t care what those reasons are. I am really grateful for the ardent teachings of a married woman.

Because he has always lacked this piece of life, the back seat of the bicycle may be another form of concern, but he does not like it. It was once before the age of four, but it was swallowed up by blood. Because sincere gratitude can even be said to be moving, Ning Que is more cautious when answering the question of Jian Dajia, and the speed is slower, and this falls in the eyes of Jian Dajia, but it is a place that makes her feel annoyed.

“I am not a relative to your child. If you are not a hot heart, you are too lazy to say these things to you, so you should not have any resistance, let you cherish the opportunity to learn in the Academy, it is not harmful to you.”

Jian Dajia looked at him seriously: “The last time I told you that Chu Youxian Yin and other rich Masters can play, you are a poor teenager but not qualified to play, even today, Miss Situ and Kim small family sisters Chang An noblewoman can play, you are still not qualified to play. They are close to you, just watching you play, and you are curious about you for a while, this interest is not necessarily malicious, but after all, it is not true respect.”

“If you want to be their true friend, then you must have some ability and tolerance that deserves their respect. If you can walk into the Academy 2-Layer building, I believe that everyone in the world is willing to be your friend.”

Jian Dajia picked up the golden line of orchids on the table, sipped a bite and moistened the scorpion, then looked up and watched him continue to calmly say: “There will be a house in the future, the frequency should not be too frequent, the wine can not drink more, I was a glimpse of the wind and the moon, I wouldn’t think that it’s Humbly’s behavior, but I don’t think it’s a good thing to do. 30 years ago, the great poet Mr. Cao Cun, For the rest of his life, he has been sleeping in Liuhua Lane, but who dare not respect him? He even married the daughter of the prime minister, but this is not because he has squandered a lot of fame in the brothel, after all, because his poetry is unparalleled in the world. people!”

“Great Tang is a talented person. As long as you are talented, you are a talent, then whether you are upstairs or downstairs, inside or outside the building, you are a border town teenager or a Chang An nobility, and the empire will not bury you.”

At the end of the teachings, Ning Que took the forehead down and found that the party between the churches had ended. I asked about the management in the building, only to know that the meeting of the classmates was finally made by Stuart Eldest Young Lady. Listening to the news, I thought that my two thousand silver coin can stay for a while, he couldn’t help feeling Very lucky.

I was preparing to bid farewell to Shui Zhu’er and the others, and Xiao Cao, who led the command of Jian Dajia, hurriedly rushed him to the Horse-drawn Carriage, and then told the driver to send the drunken boy back at the fastest speed. Pro 40 Seven Lanes.

Sitting on the sprinting Horse-drawn Carriage, Ning Que was up and down, and she was drunk, but I don’t know why he was clear in his mind, thinking about the serious question: I am willing to ruin my body and stick to the Old Book Library. I want to enter the Academy 2-Layer building because I like it more because I want to revenge to strengthen my own strength. Is there a reason to add it later… In order to be able to cross the brothel?”

When someone was upset on the Horse-drawn Carriage, Shui Zhu’er girl ushered in a guest in the small courtyard. As one of Red Sleeves’s popular girls, in addition to the regulars like Yu Shi Zhang Yiqi, she has some right to pick guests or even refuse guests, but for the late night into the small courtyard guests She just forcibly licked her face and looked at her face, then she spurred the spirit to personally tea for him.

“Go wash your face, beautiful girls like you, such as water, can’t make me dirty like the old way.”

The guest of the late night enter institute is a tall and thin old man wearing an old robe. The robes are on the east side of the west with a trace of oil stains. It seems that you can still see some grains left in the quilt. It’s really dirty to the extreme. The face of the thin and tall people is not dirty, only a few thin and long hairs under the jaws, and the eyes of the inverted triangles are flashing, and the taste of the insignificant obscenity is dirty to the extreme.

Shui Zhu’er smiled and said that the maid was going to re-dress.

She only knows that this guest is important. It is the VIP that Jia Dajia personally confessed, but she does not know who the other person is and what kind of business she is doing. As for the appearance of these external things, it has not always been her or their concern. The grandfather came out extremely extremely generously, and he claimed to be Baoyuan God. He came to the house two or three times and refused to come true. The brothel woman did not like this kind of guest.

The dirty and thin high-ranking people poured a glass of wine at the table and slowly drank. When they were bored, they saw a piece of paper that was smashed by the jug, the most common book paper on the paper, and the inside was hidden. The handwriting, based on the ambiguity of this life, is the instinctive picking of the paper group, and then spread it out on the table.

Wrinkled paper has a line of ink on it, and the word and the word are dragged and unclear, and the thread is broken, and the frame is skewed and scattered, which makes people unhappy.

On the paper: Sang Sang Young Master I am drunk today, I don’t come back to sleep, you remember to put the pot on the μ<μ basket鹊簟

Looking at these words, the thin eyed man’s eyebrows wrinkled tightly, but what is surprising is that the eye between his eyebrows is not the color of disgust, but the full of surprise and joy.

The thin and tall people carefully read the words that looked like chicken feet and claws, and the eyes finally fell on the word chicken soup at the end of the sentence. The thin hand, like the right hand of the old trunk, reached into the glass and smashed, then closed the table. , start a stroke.

The wine on the finger was dragged into the word on the red wooden table. It was actually very different from the chicken soup written by Ning Que on the note. The faintness seemed to have a kind of airflow, and the wine was penetrated along the fingertips of the skinny. Into the depths of the hard mahogany, and then spread out instantly, turned into countless subtle cyclones disappeared.

The Shui Zhu’er girl who is grooming outside the room seems to be sensing something. She looks at the starry dumbfounded in the basin in front of her. I don’t know why I suddenly feel homesick. I miss that only in fantasy, never appeared in The warm home of her life, missed the taste of chicken soup made by mother who had never tasted it, and instantly wet her eyes.

(To be continued)