Red Mansion Reader

Chapter 71 Yuanhe
Chen Heng waited for two days, and Lin Daiyu really came up with a name. He picked up the paper and read it, and wrote: Yuanhe two characters.

"Yuanhe?"

Chen Heng stood on the spot and recited it a few times, and found it catchy.Immediately brought this good news back to the room to tell everyone, who would have thought that Jiang Yuanbai, a classmate, would have the biggest reaction.

"It's a pity, it's a pity." Jiang Yuanbai shook his head one after another.

"What's wrong?" Qian Dayou saw that he wanted to make trouble again, and immediately handed over the talking ladder.

"Why do I think this name is more suitable for me?" Jiang Yuanbai spread out his hands, the worries of the previous few days had disappeared from his face, and he looked carefree again.

"Look, Yuanbai, Yuanhe. Hahahaha, doesn't it sound like it?"

"Then if you take it like this, won't everyone know it's you?"

Xue Biao laughed out loud, asking him to say this, Jiang Yuanbai also reacted, "Yes, after all, we can't let people know the real body. If you want to say this, why don't I use a dry mountain as a cover?"

"Why not Mo Hei?" Chen Heng advised him.

"Mo Hei? Brother Heng, isn't your intention easy to see through at a glance. Sure enough, you are right to ask your sister to help you think of a name." Jiang Yuanbai smiled and nodded at him, shaking his head and began to comment.

Everyone also laughed, and Jiang Yuanbai turned to Chen Heng and said, "Brother Heng, do you have any plans to write?"

"There are so many threads in my mind, I don't know how to write." Chen Heng said confidently, he felt that he was really qualified to say this.

It's a pity that his classmates only thought he was bragging, and they booed him on the spot to write an opening article to make up for it.Chen Heng didn't hesitate, and walked to his desk.

The dog-legged Jiang Yuanbai took the initiative to help him grind, and Qian Dayou spread the paper, Xue Biao stood aside and fanned him.Chen Heng looked left and right, seeing their eagerly looking forward to it, a little dumbfounded.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting for Mr.'s masterpiece."

"You should write quickly."

Chen Heng shook his head and decided to leave them alone.Taking the brush from Jiang Yuanbai's hand, he concentrated a little and wrote on the paper:

Wang Sheng, Taiyuan, traveled early, met a girl, and ran away alone with her shoulders in her arms. It was very difficult to walk.I hurried to take advantage of it, and it was Erba Shuli.Love was born in my heart, and I asked: "Why do you walk alone at night?" The woman said: "A person who walks the road can't relieve his worries, so why bother to ask."

The three onlookers couldn't help but stop what they were doing when they saw the beginning.Xue Biao is a lover of idle books, knowing that these seemingly ordinary few strokes not only explain the reason, but also clarify the problem, and his skill is very extraordinary.

Men can't help feeling sympathy for beautiful girls in distress.Wang Sheng's questioning and answering with the girl was enough to arouse the curiosity of the scholars.

The same is true for Jiang Yuanbai and Qian Dayou. Which scholar does not have the sweet dream of red sleeves adding fragrance and throwing himself into his arms.They held their breath in unison, watching Chen Heng continue to brush.

Chen Heng can take care of them at this time. There are two sources for this story he wrote, one is from the Shanxi brothers he met in the inn when he first came to Yangzhou.

Those who have been traveling outside these years have never heard of a few weird stories.At that time, when the two brothers talked about the customs of their hometown, they even told Chen Heng the stories that scare children.It just so happened that Chen Heng liked hearing this kind of story, so he wrote it down on paper on the spot.

Thinking of that night, when the Zhang brothers finished telling the story.Chen Heng immediately recalled reading a similar story when he was a child.

I don't know if it's a coincidence made in heaven, but the story called "Painted Skin Ghost" in Liaozhai is very different from what the brothers surnamed Zhang said.

The combination of two coincidences led to Chen Heng's splashing of ink today.

"Take a look through the window and see a ferocious ghost with a green face and saw-like teeth. Spread human skin on the couch, hold a colored brush and paint it; after throwing the brush, lift the skin, like a vibrating garment, put it on the body, and then turn into a woman."

After Jiang Yuanbai read this sentence word by word, his heart trembled, and he couldn't help but tug on Qian Dayou's sleeve.At this time, it was already dark outside, and suddenly a cool wind blew into the house, making a soft mournful cry.

Qian Dayou was also terrified, he never figured out how the seemingly clean-looking Brother Heng wrote such a sentence.

"Could it be that he is a ghost?" Qian Dayou stuck to Jiang Yuanbai's ear and pointed to Chen Heng.

"Nonsense, he has a shadow." Jiang Yuanbai quickly refuted.

Chen Heng didn't hear the whispers between the two. Under Xue Biao's excited and expectant eyes, he wrote the story of "Painted Skin Ghost" in one go.

When the pen fell to the point of "Heaven's way is good, but the foolish and delusional don't understand it. It's sad!", Xue Biao couldn't help but shudder, and only recalled the twists and turns of this kind of story in his heart.

It just so happened that Xin Suzhao pushed the door open and came in. He was always moving loudly, pushing the wooden door rattling.It made Qian Dayou and Jiang Yuanbai scream out of fright.

"Mom."

Xin Suzhao looked at their bluffing, and looked around him strangely, "What are you two doing, what kind of dirty thing is following me?"

"Don't say it, don't say it. Brother Xin..." Jiang Yuanbai waved his hands again and again, his little face pale with fright.

It was still Qian Dayou who was loyal enough and explained to him, "Brother Heng just wrote a storybook, and it's really creepy to read at night."

Hearing this, Xin Suzhao scratched his head in his heart, but when he saw Xue Biao standing beside him, he could only nod his head pretendingly, and walked towards the head of the bed.

"Brother Heng, what's the name of your story?" Xue Biao didn't pay attention to the movement behind him. Now that he recalled it, he felt that this story was completely different from the current one.

Obviously the whole story is weird and gloomy, but at the end a Taoist came out and rescued Wang Sheng's family.The last sentence is also the finishing touch, it is simply wonderful.

"Painted Skin Ghost." Chen Heng put down his pen, raised his head and smiled.Then he smirked at Qian Dayou and others who were still in fear, "Do you still want to see it?"

Chen Heng is not boasting. Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio was his bedside reading when he was in junior high school. In his previous life, he was very interested in ghost stories. Every summer vacation, he would stay at home, sleep during the day and watch ghost movies at night, which was very cooling and refreshing.

After much deliberation, he finally decided to write Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio. One reason is that he likes it here.Another reason is that such stories are often short in length and do not require a long-form character relationship, which is suitable for him to write in his leisure time, and it can be said that he can make money and read books.

"What about the name of this script?" Xue Biao understood what Chen Heng meant, and knew that this story was just the beginning, and that Chen Heng would have similar stories in his hand.

Chen Heng turned his head and thought carefully, and finally decided: "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio." He didn't want this name, which has been passed down for thousands of years, to disappear into the corner of history because of his own selfishness.

"How is it? Wouldn't this kind of words be favored by the library?" Chen Heng asked Xue Biao.

As expected, Xue Biao is knowledgeable. He commented directly, "This article alone is enough for Brother Heng to become famous. If you want to make money, you still have to consider the follow-up stories. Brother Heng, I see that your writing method is to separate each article from each other and not interfere with each other."

Chen Heng nodded and continued to listen to Xue Biao's opinion.

"If all the stories are like this, the uncanny idea and the bizarre turning point. I think, I would like to honor Mr. Yuanhe."

When Chen Heng saw Xue Biao, he was about to bow his hands, and hurriedly pulled him up, and asked, "You and I have known each other for a long time, what are you doing?"

"I have something to make amends to Brother Heng." Xue Biao coughed and said what he had planned a few days ago.

It turned out that there was a printing shop in his family. When Xue Biao heard that Chen Heng wanted to make money, the reason why Xue Biao encouraged him to write scripts was that in case the other party's writing was not good, he would directly make some connections so that the people in the library would accept Chen Heng's scripts, print them at his own expense, and entrust the storyteller to make Chen Heng famous.

"It's my villain's heart that judges a gentleman's belly. Brother Heng is really a great talent. It's really embarrassing for me to underestimate my friends like this."

Chen Heng was dumbfounded, and couldn't help saying in his heart: Young Master Xue, if you want to send me money, just say so.You think your brother's moral level is too high.

At this moment, he could only wave his hands and said with a smile: "Brother is caring, how can I blame it, brother Xue doesn't have to be like this."

After Xue Biao finished listening, he straightened his clothes and asked curiously, "Brother Heng, where did you hear this kind of story?"

Chen Heng smiled when he heard the words, "Second Uncle's tea shop, the Tong shop of the inn, the way to and from Yangzhou."

Xin Suzhao couldn't bear it anymore, after several hesitations, the young man got angry and turned over and jumped out of bed to run.

"Brother Heng, let me see quickly, let me see quickly."

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