Hunting for the Southern Song Dynasty

Dear, if you can imagine me writing these words on a large piece of paper with a small brush, I spent a lot of ink and painstaking efforts, you may feel pity either continue to read or throw it to a The smiling face that rewarded me slipped away.

By the way, the pen I use is not bad, it is made by the local high-quality Zhuhao.The paper I use is not from Luoyang, and the paper in Luoyang is too expensive, so I can't afford it.

As I write this, I am actually a little excited. Once I am excited, I don’t want to tell the story anymore. I just want to sit down with you and have a heart-to-heart talk.In fact, it doesn’t make much sense to memorize this story. If it’s a story about emperors and generals, you can still read it as history. Whether it’s true or not, it’s all history anyway, and there is nothing in history that doesn’t stink.

Although my handwriting is not big, it still took a lot of paper. Before I had time to read and correct it, it was already covered with thick dust.From a distance, it does look like dusty history.

I tell you this, you may think it is nonsense, but if you can think of a young man in the Southern Song Dynasty (I am really young when I write this) talking nonsense to you, don’t you feel honored? Woolen cloth?relative!

Of course, I had to think about the ending of the book while writing it.

One, not finished.

Two, burn it.

Three, buried in a corner.

[-]. Being dug out by a fool and turned into his own words to exchange for money.

Regarding the fourth, I originally wanted to write only six words, "I was dug out by a fool".But the expression was not complete, so I had to add another sentence.That's a lot to say, so I might as well say a few more words.In fact, my writing is very concise, and I will never be so long-winded. Although I don't use a lot of words, I also cherish ink like gold and paper like gold.However, this is a so-called huge book after all, one or two sentences are unclear, but if I write too much, even if my elder brother Bi invented movable type printing, even if he is still alive, he will not bother to put so many words and prints the book.There is no hope of publication, that is obvious.

So if he can really finish writing, if he is still a little narcissistic, he has no choice but to hide him and wait for the fool to turn it into his words.

Because I guess the text is also changing. If I think it is very simple today, many people may find it obscure in the future.Although we all said that we wrote it for ourselves, our hearts felt sour when we said that. In fact, we still want more people to read it.My contemporaries may not understand my book because they are very stupid, so I have to put it away for those smart people to read it a few years later.

Although I am occasionally pessimistic, I am still full of confidence in my book. What I have no confidence in is for the person who translates my book. If he is really a fool who only knows how to make money, he will destroy the original flavor of the book. , You can either scold him for me or beat him up or ask the relevant department to ban him (both banned and killed).Or just don't look at it and make him so poor that he has no food to eat and starve him to death.Of course, as he was the first person to read my book, I couldn't bear to curse him like this.Hey, I'm as kind as most people.You might as well say something to this fool, just say one thing, if you are really a smart person, you might as well destroy the original, let the original be erased, and no one will talk about it if there is no evidence of death.

This is the end of the heart-to-heart talk, and the book returns to the main story.

When I saw Furong that day, I really wanted to stay with her for a while, but after staying with her for a while, I felt my face became hot, so I left her and walked around.

The backyard shouted Sha Zhentian, Baibuchuan was training the servants, I stood aside and watched.

Seeing it was me, Jiao Xingmeng and Li Dachui hurriedly shouted "Brother" and were about to go out, but they were stopped by Baibuchuan, "Anyone is not allowed to act rashly, or they will be severely punished."

I waved to Jiao Xingmeng and Li Dahui, and walked away.Now these servants have some new faces, most of whom I don’t recognize, and there are also some young ladies mixed in strangely, all in red clothes and green trousers, enchanting and colorful, this hundred-step wear may also be a womanizer.

At this time, Bingbing greeted her, "Brother Niu, someone is looking for you!"

"Who?"

"Just come with me."

Bingbing led me to the door of a house, opened the door and said, "Go in."

Bingbing pushed me into the house, and she left by herself.

I saw that it was Master Zhinan, who was sitting cross-legged on the kang, counting prayer beads, muttering something that must not be numbers.

"Master Zhinan!" I only shouted four words, but my surprise seemed to extend to the heart of Master Zhinan.

Master Zhinan raised his eyelids, "Sometimes you need to have a hit, and you can't force it when you don't have a hit. Hibiscus blooms, and everyone can appreciate it." Although these words are a bit pretentious, it's a little strange to come out of Master Zhinan's mouth. Divide the taste.Who made him Master Zhinan?

"Master, can Furong take off the veil?" I pretended to be clever as if I understood the master.

"The Wang family has a girl who is just growing up, looking back and smiling is fatal. The hibiscus covers the face and the two live together, and the red candle burns the gauze to make love." Master Zhinan continued to pretend to read the poems written in front of the Wang family back then.

"Did Wang Yuanwai tell you this poem?"

Master Zhinan shook his head, "I have a brother named Zhibei..."

He swallowed, and began to tell me stories solemnly, like a weather-beaten old man in history.

"Our master understood and treated us both specially. I am speechless, my brother is crazy, and the worldly people look at us, one is pretending to be crazy and stupid, and the other is pretending to be deaf and dumb. After a long time, I am dumb. I can speak, but my senior brother became more and more crazy. A monk actually grew hairy. My master refused to change him, so he was kicked out of the temple. A year later, my master passed away, and I missed my senior brother even more, so I secretly He ran out of the monastery and became a famous wandering monk. In Shaoxing, he really met Zhibei. We traveled together, made poems and paintings, and felt very uncomfortable.”

Master Zhinan may not be in good health these days. He coughed a few times, and I poured him a glass of boiling water with great insight.He wasn't too hot either, so he took a big sip and suppressed his cough.

"When I was passing through Taidi Village, I saw Wang Furong by chance. Zhibei's eyes were straightened. I was worried that he would have evil thoughts, so I dragged him away. After staying in the store, he ran out in the middle of the night. When he came back, he Tell me he went back downstage."

Master Zhinan patted his bald head, and killed an autumn mosquito on his head. He didn't think it was a crime, and continued to talk plainly about his relationship with his senior brother Zhibei and my little heart, Wang Furong. story.

"I'm sorry. Zhibei said don't think about it, that little lady really fascinates me, but I won't hurt her. Moreover, he said that Wang Furong is very similar to a childhood playmate of his. The two of them They are equally beautiful. Zhibei was afraid that someone would see her in the future and cause trouble, so he wrote a poem on the gate of her house. He read the poem to me, and I said what kind of bad poem? That's great, but I'm afraid others won't be able to see through it. I don't think he's doing it right. It's nothing to do with others if you're beautiful. If you cover up this beauty, you'll cover up a girl's heart. So we two started arguing. When he was in a hurry, he said nonsense, "I am the only son of Deng, who is used to walking and walking alone. Ever since I followed you, it has always troubled me." His name has long been changed to Deng's only son, and he is no longer Zhibei."

"Could it be the only son of Master Deng in my dream?"

Master Zhinan shook his head, then nodded again, "Maybe."

"Did you separate later?"

"Of course. We haven't seen each other since we parted. When I passed by the stage again, I saw Wang Furong covering her face. I deliberately uncovered her face. I was afraid that my senior brother would be unhappy if he found out."

"Then can you hide your face now?"

"Actually, you don't have to cover your face at any time. Whether you cover your face or show it, Wang Furong will always encounter setbacks. Furong has a white face, but you must know that there is a skeleton with flesh; she is beautiful with red make-up, but the clothes leak the toilet. All appearances are false. Where can it be covered, and where can it be exposed?"

"Then master, why don't you let Fu Rong reveal the veil as soon as possible?"

"Don't worry."

Master Zhinan stood up and wrote a poem on a large piece of paper:

unraveling

Linshui shines on flowers and shadows,

Hibiscus goes all the way to cover the boat.

The delicate flowers reflect the moon at the right time,

No candles, no wind.

"Paste this poem on the gate of the Wang family. Care must be taken. If someone asks you, don't say a word. You will remove it yourself at Yinshi tomorrow and turn it into ashes."

"I can explain it to others in ventriloquist, right?"

Master Zhinan shook his head: "Remember, don't talk, don't explain!"

"Thank you, master! Is it because I took it off that the lotus must belong to me?"

"A hit is sometimes necessary, and there is no time to force it. When it's time to shoot, shoot, and when it's time to wash your hands, wash your hands! Go."

The master waved his hand at me.

I took this paper poem and walked out the door, thinking that something was wrong, I turned back and asked the master, "What kind of stickers do you use?"

The master said: "Idiot, take it here."

I handed the paper to him again, "Bah bah bah", he spit on the paper a few times and handed it back to me.

I twisted my face, took the paper and walked out quickly, remembering that the master's "Bah, Bah, Bah" face just now was quite vulgar, so I was more or less suspicious of this piece of paper.But before I could paste it on the gate of Wang's house, the paper "sizzled" was stuck on the gate of Wang's house snugly and snugly, as if being dragged away by a god.I tried to touch it, but it didn't move.I feel more and more that Master Zhinan's spittle is holy water, and Master Zhinan is a god-man, and I have to respect both of them.

As soon as I posted the poem, the gate of the Wang family was bustling with activity, an unprecedented grand occasion.

Everyone inside and outside the door came to see.

More and more people gathered around the door.Anyone who can read must read this poem once.No matter what people ask me, I don't say a word, I just stare at the paper poem, if anyone gets close to it, I will definitely push him aside.

"The veil is about to be revealed! Furong is about to be revealed!" Finally, a wise man read out the poetry.

"I heard that there is going to be a martial arts competition to recruit relatives. Did you just reveal the veil before recruiting relatives? Watching her compete with martial arts like this is more energetic?"

"Martial arts competition to recruit relatives? I guess there are not many people, covered by a veil, who knows if it is really handsome or really ugly?"

"Beauty must be beautiful! It's just that her beauty can kill people, who would dare to marry her?"

"The eighteenth female college student has changed. Maybe she will become uglier and uglier. Maybe she will see big pimples on her face and mouth as soon as she removes the veil. If this happens, it's not murder, it's torture."

Bingbing came out and smiled when she saw me, "What tricks are you doing?"

I didn't speak, just stared at her blankly.She no longer looked at me, but at the poem, and after finishing the poem, she asked me, "What do you mean by that?"

I deliberately looked at her with a dull look.

She shook her hand in front of my eyes, and I didn't even blink.

She hurried into the door, like a wolf coming, and shouted: "It's not good, Brother Niu is dumb again!"

Furong, Moyu, Xingmeng, Sledgehammer, Mingyue, Qingshuang, those who love me or those who hate me, all rushed out to watch me.

After asking me for a long time, seeing that I didn't say a word, I was disappointed, and looked at the poem.

Fu Rong walked up to me, patted my shoulder and asked, "Who wrote it? Who posted it?"

I don't speak, I don't explain.

Someone pointed at me and said, "I guess he posted it. Why are you dumb again?"

Fu Rong read the poem again and ran back to the yard.

I'm not worried about others, I'm only worried that the poem will be revealed by the hundred-step piercing, and those who can compete with my force will probably be the one hundred-step piercing.From time to time, I looked in and out of the door, and as long as I walked a hundred steps, I would be a hundred times more careful to prevent him from destroying it.