Dingguo

Chapter 51

"Well, since I'm the boss behind the scenes, I can't ignore the affairs of the store...Tomorrow is Zhongqiu, so I should set some welfare standards for the shop assistants...The fried fish nuggets , for the employees working in the store, each person will be paid two catties, plus one month's wages, as the mid-autumn festival fee... If there are festivals in the future, they will be compared according to this ratio... During the Spring Festival, another month will be paid I usually meet the employees below, and if there are any difficult things at home, you, as the boss of me, should show them a little concern... But, it’s better not to let everyone know that I am the boss... ..."

Ren Yingying smiled wryly, "Wouldn't that be a good reputation, I got it all by myself..."

He smiled slightly. He didn't want these reputations. Fame was tiring. Ren Yingying didn't know, but he knew it very well... In his previous life, he didn't know how much he was dragged down by this reputation. 【】He doesn't want these.

But he also knows that not everyone hates fame like him.Taking Ren Yingying as an example, she who came out of the brothel would probably be proud of her good reputation.Therefore, he said to Ren Yingying, "Since you have gained a reputation, you have to bear all the burdens... So, if you have something to do in the future, don't come to me..."

She didn't think she could bear all these things, nor could she be trusted by him, so she was about to object, when she looked up, she saw him smiling at her.

There was trust, encouragement, and appreciation. She had never felt this kind of look before. When she was excited, she couldn't help giving a blessing, and replied softly, "Yes!"

It was only then that I realized that I had agreed too quickly, and continued, "If Yingying can't solve the problem, you can't just stand by and watch..."

"I can't think of anything that can't be solved... If there is, you might as well come to me..." He was very happy when nothing bothered him. As for what really happened, let's talk about it at that point. It's not too late either.

He looked at the sky outside, smiled at Ren Yingying and said: "It's getting late, I should go back, or the old man should really get angry... By the way, don't call me son in the future, everyone is your own , call me Ning Yuan..."

"Yes, Ning Yuan can just call the little girl Ying'er..."

"Okay then...Ying'er...haha..."

Ren Yingying blushed, watching him get up and walk out, her heart suddenly moved, "Ning Yuan...uh...please wait..."

It felt a little too intimate... He turned around and looked at Ying'er playfully.

Ying'er's face was completely red, but she raised her head and said, "Master Ningyuan, write a poem for Ying'er..."

write a poem?Why did you suddenly make this request?

Test him?Or did you really let yourself write the first lyrics for her?Or both?

He smiled at Ying'er, stood quietly for a while, and after thinking about it for a long time, he smiled softly, "Okay..."

Ren Yingying looked at him for a long time without expressing his opinion, and secretly regretted it. During this period of contact, she already guessed in her heart that he must be the author of "Magpie Bridge Immortal".

His knowledge, his insights, and his demeanor are all in front of his eyes, so real.

Coupled with his thought-provoking speeches and unusual sentences, she had to admit that he was extraordinary.

If someone says now that 'Magpie Bridge Immortal' was not created by Su San, she will probably refute it.Now that she had confirmed that Su San was talented and talented, and she was very talented, she had a thought and proposed the idea of ​​asking him to write a poem for herself.

I don't know why I have such an idea all of a sudden.Does Xin still have some doubts about him, and wants to see his talent in person; or wants to borrow his poetic talent, how does Xin treat himself?She herself didn't know... But she still blushed when she asked him to write poems for her. After all, this is not a joke in a brothel. The requirement to write poetry by myself is somewhat embarrassing.

It's just that all these considerations are not the reason why she regrets making the request.What she really regrets is that she is worried that he has misinterpreted her meaning and misunderstood that she is speculating on him.

After returning from Tianxiang that day, she also heard some rumors about him one after another.Most of these rumors are ugly words.Come to think of it, these can't be hidden from his ears.

Now that I suddenly make this request, I'm afraid he will think that he is testing him and doubting him... If he really thinks so, then she will really regret it... Fortunately, it was a false alarm, he didn't Angry, and she agreed without hesitation, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then she relaxed, and hurriedly fetched the pen, ink, paper and inkstone... He smiled inwardly as Ying'er was preparing in a panic. The flushed face confirms her true intentions... She is not testing whether she is talented, but just wants to know how she treats her... Poetry can express her ambition, and she wants to use poetry to understand how he treats her , this is understandable.

As a conscientious brothel girl, as a woman who is going to follow her to do some business, it should be natural for her to suddenly want to know her own thoughts... To him, he has nothing to do with her law. Whether she can really become her right-hand man is related to whether she can establish a good attitude.

Considering these, he felt that it was still necessary for him to agree to her request.

A woman born in the world of mortals would certainly care about an idea to help others.He could only give her confidence, and so, though he had to wrestle with his limited inventory of poems, he could only comply with that request.

Picking up the pen, seeing Yinger's look of anticipation, he thought carefully, and then slowly started to write.

'After all, the East Lake is in June, and the scenery is not the same as that of the four seasons.The lotus leaves in the sky are poor and green, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun. '

He wrote it on the paper in one go, and the font has the charm of cursive script. He has practiced cursive script a lot recently, so it is still very easy to use. Well, this word, it should be passable... She wrote this poem without saying a word, but Slightly frowned, in the whole poem, the lotus is the one who writes and writes, and there is no mention of her. Is this a poem written for myself?

Seeing her expression, he couldn't help but smiled, ignored her, and said softly, as if he wanted to have an addiction to writing, "There is one more poem..."

When she heard that there was another song, her eyes lit up, and she followed his pen tip...

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