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

Walking through the streets and alleys, there were noisy voices in my ears.

This is a dilapidated small restaurant, and the outside is full of indescribable smells.

Women in animal skins were adding firewood to the fire, and pipes extending in all directions channeled the heat.

"Is there any room left?"

Lao Guo asked.

A man with a cigarette stick sitting on the counter smiled when he saw Lao Guo.

"Is your kid still alive?"

Lao Guo sneered, "When you die, I will burn paper for you."

Turning his head, he pointed at Li Pingan.

"I have a friend who wants to live here for a while."

"Where is there room at this time of year." The man complained, but his body moved very sincerely. "

"Come with me."

Follow the man into the backyard, where there are dozens of houses, large and small.

There are long-term tenants and short-term tenants, and it is a bit noisy to come and go.

Take Li Pingan to a small room full of sundries, "How is this room?"

Li Pingan took a look, but it was a little smaller.

He doesn't care about size, but the old cow can't even stretch his legs.

So he said: "There is another spirit beast below."

The old cow stepped forward.

The man hesitated for a moment, "There are bigger ones, but they are precious."

"It's okay."

Then, a house was settled.

Negotiate a settlement in January.

Sign and draw a deposit, and leave one month's rent as collateral.

Li Pingan also agreed one by one.

Thanks to Lao Guo who introduced the house to me, after Lao Guo left.

One person, one cow and one cat lived in this temporary hut.

The room was fairly spacious, but it was not warm at all, and it was surprisingly cold.

There are still big holes in the windows, and the environment inside the house can't be called very good.

Without waiting for a break, they got busy.

Because it was a cold night, I didn't know whether it was a black day or a white night.

Wait until the house is tidied up and the trash is cleaned up.

The large holes in the windows were also patched.

One person, one cow and one cat are a little tired.

After simply eating something, the cat lay on the bed with its hat covered, curled up into a fluffy ball.

Li Pingan wrote a few talismans and pasted them in places where the air leaked in the house.

In this way, there is no strong wind blowing in again.

The fire in the house flickered on and off.

Li Pingan thought, he should go buy some candles tomorrow.

Counting the days, it seems to be the New Year.

But Snow Wind City doesn't seem to have this festival, otherwise there wouldn't be any signs of it.

The cat woke up in the middle of the night and saw that Li Pingan hadn't gone back to sleep.

Holding Bai Yujing in his hand, he seemed to be practicing.

The cat rubbed its eyes with its paws and looked at him.

Li Pingan said: "The new year is coming soon."

"Ah."

"The fairy is one year older."

"Fairies are not children."

Li Pingan said: "The fairy is one year older, she should learn how to read and write."

"Fairy doesn't want to learn." Orange Cat said.

"Adults can write, only children can't write."

After hearing this, Orange Cat changed his words again, "The fairy is going to learn how to read."

Li Pingan agreed with a smile.

The next day, early in the morning.

It was said to be early morning, but in fact the sky was still boundlessly dark.

The cold night has not dissipated.

However, Li Pingan was ready to go out.

Met the shopkeeper and greeted him.

The shopkeeper glanced behind Li Pingan and reminded him.

"Be careful, it's messy here.

Especially since the cold night hadn't dissipated, they jumped out of the room during this time. "

Li Pingan said: "Thank you for reminding me, I just need to buy some paper next time, the child has to learn paper."

The shopkeeper didn't say anything more.

........

Long night.

The man in the green shirt walked alone with an umbrella, and there were rustling footsteps behind him.

The man in green shirt didn't care.

On the side of the road, a faint corpse can be seen,

There is nothing like the city center here.

Few people care.

A cold light flashed, heading straight for the back of the man in blue.

Three voices came from the darkness.

First there was a "boom".

Then there was a dull "Bang!"

Then, there was a low howl.

Three voices sounded almost at the same time.

Immediately, there was no sound behind him.

.........

【Wen Linzhai】

Li Pingan walked into the place where study books were sold.

This place is easy to find, because it is the only place on the whole street that is lit.

The seller of study books is a middle-aged man.

He doesn't look like someone from Snow Wind City, but a Confucian scholar.

There were still many scattered people at the door, who seemed to have no eyesight to barge in, and were tricked by Rushi slightly.

Not letting them go, in order to deter others.

Save someone from making trouble.

When Li Ping'an came in, the Confucian scholars continued to write as if they hadn't seen it.

Li Pingan glanced at it casually, and there were many calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room.

There are many works of calligraphy masters of the Sui Dynasty in Zhongzhou.

It is worth mentioning that Li Pingan still knows some of them.

"Your salary, your salary, the fat of the people, the anointment of the people.

The people are easy to abuse, but the heavens are hard to bully! ! "

This was given to Jing Yu by Li Pingan when he was an official.

It was once widely circulated in the official circle of the Sui Dynasty.

However, this calligraphy is obviously not the original version written by Li Pingan, but by...Jing Yu! ?

Look at the word Jing Yu above.

Li Pingan couldn't help smiling.

I never expected to meet Jing Yu's words here, it's really interesting.

At this time, Confucian scholars also came over.

"You are also a person who knows how to read?"

Li Pingan smiled warmly, "The writing is really good, but why does it look like the writing style of Confucian scholars in Zhongzhou?"

The Confucian's eyes lit up, and he praised: "You have good eyesight, this calligraphy was written by Jing Yu, a Confucian in the Sui Dynasty."

This time it was certain.

"Not bad." Li Pingan said casually, "How do you sell this calligraphy?"

"This painting is for appreciation only."

Li Pingan nodded.

"Sir, look at this picture again."

Confucian scholars seem to be showing off their treasures.

It seems that in this city of wind and snow, it has been a long time since I met anyone who knows calligraphy and painting.

So it is inevitable that I will be a little excited.

Li Pingan was not impatient.

Finally, Confucian scholars became interested.

I have to show Li Pingan my most precious treasure.

"This one...that is an absolutely priceless treasure. I don't know how much effort I have spent to get this picture."

As he spoke, he slowly spread out the words.

"This is the joint effort of the famous Confucian Master Zhong of the Sui Dynasty, Jing Yu, and Mr. Li."

Leaning on dangerous buildings, the wind is fine.

Looking at the extreme spring sorrow, the gloomy sky....

Plan to drunk the madness.

For wine as a song, strong music is still tasteless.

The belts are getting wider and he won't regret it.People haggard for Yixiao.

Li Pingan frowned, this...

A distant memory slowly emerged.

Signed——In the 16th year of Tianyuan, a friend of Ziyou and his disciple Jing Yu traveled to Qingyue Pavilion to express his feelings, so he wrote a poem and presented it to his disciple Jing Yu.

(⊙o⊙)...

Ah!Put the nesting dolls here.

Thinking about it, this was the first time when he went south and entered the capital, Jing Yu took him to visit Qingyue Pavilion.

It is said to be Qingyue Pavilion, but it is just a brothel.

It's interesting to think about it.

"Brother, how about this poem? How about this character? Can you call it a masterpiece?" Confucian scholars are full of pride.

It's like showing what you are most proud of.

Li Pingan laughed dryly, "This..."

.......

(bath)

(It's useless to say more)