Manchu Wenwu fell in love with me

Chapter 67 A Chinese Ghost Story
After dinner, I began to think about Yan Hui’s framed scroll. Looking left and right, it was still far from what I imagined, especially Yan Hui’s painting style, which is easy to recognize.

I was pacing around the room with the painting, Zhang Bi looked at me and then at the sky outside.

A round of bright moon, clear and clear, shone on the pool water outside the yard, with ripples.

I looked at it for a while, then walked out cruelly.

Yan Hui stood by the pool with his hands behind his hands, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing him, I hesitated for a moment, but I still walked forward. Before I could say anything, Yan Hui had already noticed someone behind him, turned around and saw me, "It's so late and I haven't rested yet."

I said, "Yan Hui, did you give this painting to me?"

Yan Hui looked at me with a smile, "Yes."

I took a deep breath, "Yan Hui, I'm afraid this painting can't be so perfect." I let go of my hand, and a corner of the painting was in the pool water, and the ink began to swell.

Perfect things make people yearn for, and things with imperfections often make people fascinated.

One corner of the painting has been blurred, like a cloud of smoke.

Yan Hui looked at me in a daze, and it took him a while to recover, "You are... since I gave it to you, if you need it..."

I didn't wait for him to finish, so I interrupted, "Yan Hui, take a look at this painting." I stared at the painting in my hand, "Don't you think it looks better this way?"

Yan Hui looked at it dubiously, looked at it for a while, reached for the scroll in my hand, and hurriedly walked into the room.

He turned on the light and carefully looked at the scroll in his hand. After looking at it for a while, he was suddenly disappointed.

I smiled, "You can't look at it this way," I picked up the scroll, and stood a little further away, "Yan Hui, look at it this way." You have to look at this painting from a distance to see its elegance and mystery.

Yan Hui looked at the painting in my hand, his expression kept changing, he was both surprised and happy.

I simply hung the scroll on the wall, and Yan Hui just stared at it obsessively.

Chunqiao came in, but he didn't even notice.

Chunqiao looked at Yan Hui's appearance, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, young master?"

I smiled and took her hand, "Leave him alone, Chunqiao, you know how to write!"

Chunqiao still looked at Yan Hui with concern, and turned his head when he heard my question, "I will... some..."

I said, "Okay, come and ghostwrite for me!"

I started to talk, and Chunqiao started to write, telling the story of Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen. Of course, it is not the original Liaozhaizhiyi, but a modern improved version, a touching love story, and I made some changes in it. Nie Xiaoqian set it as a little fox who had just cultivated into a fairy.

Because demons are rejected by people after all, while immortals are yearned for by others.

Zhang Bi watched quietly from the side, curious about Chunqiao's writing with a pen.

I continued to tell the story, Chunqiao stopped writing unknowingly several times, and forgot to record, and when I mentioned emotion, she couldn't help crying.

I quickly consoled, "It's just a story."

Chunqiao hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes, "This story is really touching."

Of course, Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio was originally a masterpiece, and this story has been improved by many directors, so it can be enough to infect people in the relatively closed ancient times.

I smiled, "Hurry up and write, I will tell you more stories in the future."

After the story was finished, Chunqiao couldn't help asking me again: "Is there really such a fox fairy?"

"The painting the young master saw today is very similar to the scene in the story where Nie Xiaoqian first met Ning Caichen while swinging on a swing."

I blinked my eyes at Chunqiao mysteriously, "It looks right."

I want is this effect.

After Chunqiao had sorted out all the manuscripts, I said, "Chunqiao, help me deliver these manuscripts to the east end of 'Long Street' tomorrow. There is a theater troupe there, and I will hand it over to a troupe master named Ding Tong."

Chunqiao looked at me in surprise, "Miss wants to let those people... come..."

I said: "Yes, I am going to let them act out this story," Chong Chunqiao smiled, "Will it be popular?"

Chunqiao nodded emphatically, "I will!"

After tossing and tossing for most of the night, I was so sleepy that I yawned.

Chunqiao smiled and said, "Miss, go to sleep!" This girl still can't change her name, and I won't be able to force others to correct me a few times.

I nodded and asked casually, "What about you?"

Chunqiao smiled shyly, "I want to read this story again."

While we were talking, Zhang Bi didn't know when he picked up the pen and began to write on the paper. I looked over and saw that it was imitating the four characters written by Chunqiao, "A Chinese Ghost Story".

The slender fingers hold the pen in a perfect gesture.

Chunqiao also came to look at it, "Young Master Zhang's handwriting is really beautiful, even better than my young master's."

Zhang Bi used to write and deal with affairs. I never looked at his handwriting carefully. Zhang Bi raised his head and smiled at me. The calligraphy that comes out looks a little familiar.

I really can't figure out where this familiarity comes from, so I don't bother to think about it.He took the brush from his hand, put it away, and took his hand to go back to sleep.

Chunqiao said: "The young master must like the character Zhang after reading it. The young master has seen many people's characters...the names of talented scholars and champions are countless. By the way, there are also the characters of the fourth prince of Donglin Kingdom." Holding the paper with Zhang Bi's written words in his hand.

I turned around and took Zhang Bi's words from her hand, "Your young master only sees famous people, so don't use this word to embarrass yourself, I'd better keep this for myself!" Folded it and put it in my arms.

Chunqiao was a little disappointed, "The writing is really good."

It is well written, I want to keep it to myself.

Zhang Bi smiled at me again and called out, "Ruoruo."

The sound is really boring.

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