Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

Great Sui, capital city.

The cold winter wind blew on the pale-faced scholar's frail body, making him shiver involuntarily.

"It's so cold~"

The cold wind has relentlessly penetrated into the clothes, making people feel cold all over the body in an instant.

Looking at the people coming and going on the street, it was very lively.

Someone passed in front of him holding the Spring Festival couplets he had just bought, and he remembered that the New Year was approaching.

Back in the solitary hut, the white-faced scholar brushed off the dust that had fallen on the corners of the walls and the window panes, and wiped the square table clean.

Then sharpen the knife for cutting vegetables and pile up the firewood...  

These things are already very skillful for him, these years of failing the exam.

He makes a living by writing couplets and writing.

I used to think that the sky was going to collapse, and I lived every day.

But when the matter passed, I felt that it was no big deal at that time.

After working for a while, my body was covered with sweat, and the house was too hot by the fire.

The white-faced scholar put on an unlined garment and walked to the window.

With a hard push, the window was pushed open immediately, and a gust of wind rushed in, making people feel refreshed.

"Whoo~"

Heaving a sigh of relief, the white-faced scholar closed the door again.

Started going to the kitchen to prepare today's dinner.

Potatoes, and washed mushrooms.

Four or five days have passed, and there is still no news about the book I voted for.

Presumably it was rejected.

The white-faced scholar sighed helplessly.

However, he soon comforted himself.

Life is short, enjoy yourself in time~

"Dong Dong Dong!!"

Someone knocked on the door.

The white-faced scholar thought it was the aunt next door, so he hurriedly opened the door.

While talking, "Auntie, why did you come back so early today? Huh?"

The white-faced scholar was taken aback, the person standing in front of the door was not the aunt next door.

It was an unknown middle-aged man.

The appearance is dignified, the clothes are gorgeous, and it looks like a wealthy family.

"Are you the author of this book?" Zhang Qiming cut to the chase.

"......Yes." The white-faced scholar confirmed that what the other party was holding was the first draft of his own travel notes.

"Next, Zhang Qiming will come to see you."

"Zhang Qiming?"

The white-faced scholar was slightly taken aback, he was really familiar with the name Zhang Qiming, and he was very influential in the world of novels.

But it's just the pupils shrinking, there is no other performance.

After all, I have stayed in the city of Hundred Ghosts, and I have also seen the shocking scene of gathering ghosts and flattening the city with one sword.

"Oh...then please come in."

The white-faced scholar made tea,

Zhang Qiming made clear his intention of coming, and praised the novel without hesitation.

After finally getting approval, the white-faced scholar was very happy.

This conversation lasted until very late.

The two discussed the remuneration for the manuscript and the plan for engraving books in the future.

In the end, Zhang Qiming couldn't help but asked, "How did you come up with these things?"

The white-faced scholar smiled, "This is what a tourist told me."

"Oh? Tourist?" Zhang Qiming was full of curiosity, "Where is this tourist now?"

The white-faced scholar shook his head, "I don't know."

.............

Another two months later.

The New Year has passed, and the bookstore is full of bookstores.

In recent days, a story-telling novel called "Strange Tales of the Parade" has been shining brightly.

Printed by Yangming Bookstore, the sales volume of the storybook novels once broke the record five years ago.

It has become a topic of conversation for people who like story books and novels after dinner.

Even some people who didn't like the novels in the past became interested in it, and after seeing it, they couldn't extricate themselves.

In the Dongcheng District of the capital city, in a quiet street lined with pagoda trees, there is the highest-level institution of higher learning in the Sui Dynasty, as well as the highest management institution for education.

National Supervisor.

In the middle of the night, the Guozijian still had weak lights.

In the side hall, there is an octogenarian who is copying the files.

There are also children who are less than the height of the table legs, holding a pen in their mouths, and seem to be thinking about something.

To the east, there is a woman in a green shirt.

He is tall and tall, with jet-black hair, and his shiny black hair is simply tied up.

Holding a pen in his hand, he wrote stroke by stroke.

As time goes by little by little, Yinshi is approaching.

Except for the woman in the green shirt, there is no one in the side hall.

After another half hour, fish-bellied white appeared in the east.

The woman in the green shirt finally got up, packed up and prepared to leave.

Walking on the bluestone path, all the way to the west courtyard.

The yard is open, and an old man is holding a book, reading while pacing in the yard.

Laughter from time to time, with an expression of envy,

"Sir, sir."

The woman in the green shirt spoke respectfully.

The old man was taken aback, as if he had been so absorbed in the book just now that he didn't notice the woman in green shirt coming.

He hurriedly carried the book behind his back, coughed softly, "It's Ling'er."

The woman in the blue shirt is called Zhao Ling'er, one of the four-person group of the four towns in Anbei.

Back then, he went south with Li Pingan and came to Huailu Academy.

After the advanced studies, Alia chose to stay in the academy to practice, and Fat Jun traveled all over the world.

Zhao Ling'er entered the Imperial College and embarked on an official career.

Seeing that the old man reacted so strongly, Zhao Linger's eyes sparkled with curiosity, but she didn't ask any further questions.

After half a stick of incense, Zhao Ling'er came out from the west courtyard.

Muttering, "Xiangzhiyi... the name seems to be a storybook novel."

She didn't pay much attention to it, and Zhao Ling'er, who was free that afternoon, wandered around the capital.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the bookstore beside him, and remembered what happened in the morning, so he couldn't help but walk over there.

"Boss, is there a book called Parade Tales here?"

Zhang Qiming was just on a routine inspection today, who knew that he happened to bump into a woman with such an iconic appearance to buy books.

Different from those women who are a little coquettishly dressed, the woman in the green shirt in front of her gives people the feeling that there is a breeze blowing on her face.

Zhao Linger took a book and sat down in the corner of the bookstore.

During the period, Zhang Qiming also sent a cup of tea.

It's just that the more I read, the more doubts Zhao Linger felt.

The protagonist in this book gave her an extremely familiar feeling.

Storytelling is, of course, impossible.

Therefore, the book is based on the story of Li Ping'an, and more details are added by the white-faced scholar himself.

Zhao Ling'er couldn't help thinking of Mr. Qingshan in her memory, her eyebrows frowned.

Until the four Annan towns are mentioned in the book.

Annan Four Towns...Anbei Four Towns?

Is this a coincidence?

Read on, because Zhao Ling'er has never experienced Li Pingan's previous incidents, but she has personally experienced it in the four towns of Anbei.

At this moment, Zhao Linger suddenly came to her senses.

It is determined that the characters in the book are Mr. and Lao Niu.

Could it be that the husband wrote these experiences of himself into a storybook novel?

Zhao Linger turned around and asked Zhang Qiming, who is the author of this novel and where is it now.

Zhang Qiming was stunned for a moment, "Huh?"

..........

"Anyone looking for me?"

"Yes, she is still a very beautiful woman!" Zhang Qiming said.

The white-faced scholar frowned suspiciously. He was called here by Zhang Qiming half an hour ago.

beautiful woman?

The white-faced scholar couldn't help looking forward to it, but when he really saw Zhao Ling'er, he froze suddenly.

Dressed in Tsing Yi, handsome,

It gives people a heroic and heroic feeling, and there is a sense of heroism between the brows. This is the only way to meet such a beautiful woman in story books.

The white-faced scholar swallowed a mouthful of spit, and his heart couldn't help throbbing.

Zhao Linger frowned slightly, obviously this was not the person she wanted to see.

After a brief chat with the other party, Zhao Linger quickly understood the whole story.

So he invited the white-faced scholar to have a meal.

The white-faced scholar readily agreed. After hearing about the recent situation of the husband at the dinner table, he also learned about the unexpected meeting between Wang Yi and the husband.

Zhao Ling'er felt a little sad. After so long, the people in the four towns of Anbei were separated from each other now.

It was getting late, Zhao Linger cupped her hands: "Thank you for telling me, goodbye."

"...Ah, bye...bye..."

As soon as the word hui was spoken, the person in front of him disappeared.

The white-faced scholar was stunned for a moment, and sure enough... the person he knew, Mr., was absolutely extraordinary.

The man didn't say his name, but after some conversation, the white-faced scholar could make a rough guess.

That night, the white-faced scholar was asleep.

"Dong Dong!!"

Someone was banging on the door in the middle of the night.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, he rushed in and held him down.

"Who are you!?" The white-faced scholar panicked, "What are you going to do?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

...........

(The biggest joy of every day may be sitting outside the cafe during lunch break, drinking coffee and blowing the breeze)

(Sometimes, the so-called life is just the lingering warmth of a cup of coffee)

(...Of course, I think it's bullshit, the most important thing is that there are beautiful girls with thighs outside the cafe)