I live in Beihai Jun Nanhai [Rebirth]

He died in a vast expanse of white snow, the ground was freezing and cold, everything around him was sleeping in the white snow, and so was he.

He didn't remember why he died, or who his parents were, but he only remembered that he had lived his not-so-long life in a wooden house in the middle of a lake under the snow-capped mountains.

There are not many furnishings in the wooden house, it can almost be called simple, but there are piles of books everywhere, and his understanding of the whole world almost comes from the few words in those books.

In that life, he didn't seem to have seen anyone.

That life was lonely and short.

Recalling his life in the chaos did not reassure Ji Qinglin, but made him more confused: Since he is dead, where is this darkness?When will this chaos end?

Although he had doubts, he was unable to make any struggles, and could only remain silent in this darkness, without seeing the sun, the moon, or dawn or dusk.

After an unknown period of time, he suddenly felt that the situation had become a little different.

He felt warmth, a kind of warmth wrapped around his body.At the same time, he also felt a trace of vibration, which was very strong and very stable.

After some time, his body perception became more and more real, and he found that his body was curled up, but he could already reach out and touch the surrounding objects.

He pushed hard, and found that he was tightly wrapped in a small space, and just after he finished pushing, he felt the space he was in suddenly tremble.

Ji Qinglin didn't know why, so he could only keep trying this tree-shaking move, trying to use more strength to see if he could break free from here.

I tried again and again like this, and when I felt tired, I stopped and recalled whether I had seen a similar situation in those previous books, but I still got nothing.

Finally one day, he felt that the space he was in was different from the past. As the vibration intensified, the warm liquid that wrapped him was lost a little bit, and he was squeezed into a small space along the direction of the liquid. in the channel.

He only felt that the bones in his whole body were about to be squeezed to pieces, and finally realized that the surroundings were no longer in darkness. where.

This is candlelight.

After Ji Qinglin saw where he was, it suddenly dawned on him that the darkness he was always in was someone else's womb, and now he is a baby!

Ji Qinglin was born.

He was very surprised, but more curious, he quickly looked at everything around him, and just when he turned his head, he saw an old face.

Ji Qinglin was stunned for a moment, this is a woman's face, could this be the mother who brought him into this world?

He quickly dispelled this idea, because the old woman congratulated the person in the other direction with a happy smile, and the words she said also proved her identity. This old woman was not his mother, but someone she had seen in the previous life That kind of stable woman who goes around helping people deliver babies.

Wen Po congratulated Bi, looked down at Ji Qinglin, shook his body, saw that his eyes were open and silent, frowned as if very worried, then raised his hand as if to hit him.

Ji Qinglin didn't know why, but also suffered from lack of teeth and slurred speech, so he glared at her and made a face, which made her pale with fright.

Ji Qinglin thought it was very funny, so he bit his fingers and giggled. This laugh made Wen Po even more frightened, and hurriedly washed him and wrapped him up, stuffed him into the nanny's arms, and stumbled out.

Next, Ji Qinglin finally saw his real mother.

It was a good-looking middle-aged woman, her complexion was a little pale due to the pain of childbirth, her face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and she looked very haggard.

The woman hugged him in her arms, looked down at him, smiled happily, dimpled slightly, her eyes seemed to be rubbed into fine star shadows, gentle and peaceful.

He had never been seen like this before, and he didn't know how to respond for a while, so he quietly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

A few days later, Ji Qinglin heard someone talking about naming him, he opened his eyes, looked at the man who was called "Master" by the people around him, and knew that he was probably his father.

Master Ji called him a name that he didn't like very much. He hadn't grown his teeth yet, so he could only shake his head.

Master Ji seemed a little surprised, then stretched out his index finger to poke his cheek, and asked him with a smile: "My son shook his head, do you not like this name?"

Ji Qinglin nodded hastily.

Master Ji was taken aback for a moment, so he asked him again: "Then when my son grows up, how about taking one for myself?"

This is of course good, it couldn't be better, Ji Qinglin narrowed his eyes and smiled in satisfaction.

Three years passed by in a hurry, and during these three years, Ji Qinglin felt the hustle and bustle that he had never experienced before. It was an atmosphere surrounded by human fireworks that he had never experienced in his previous life.

It was also during these three years that he learned from other people's mouths that not everyone was born with memories of their previous lives, but he was the only one who was so unusual.

Of course Ji Qinglin would not tell others that he remembered his past life. He knew that even if he told it, no one would believe it. Besides, the past life was so boring, it was really not a past worth exploring.

Soon, Ji Qinglin grew a few deciduous teeth like an ordinary child, and finally he was able to speak, so he told his father with his ambiguous enunciation that the name he chose was "Qinglin".

Because Ji Qinglin talked a lot earlier than other children, Master Ji agreed with a smile on his face: "Okay, my son will be called Ji Qinglin from today on."

The word "Qing Lin" was something he had seen in a book in his previous life, although he couldn't remember the title of the book, he was very fond of this word.

Ji Qinglin knew that the word "Ji" added to him by Master Ji was the "surname" mentioned in the book. When an ordinary child was born, the same word as his father would be added before his name to distinguish his family.

Ji Qinglin nodded and smiled, and accepted the word "Ji" frankly. After all, the couple gave him a new life, food, clothing and shelter, and now he just added another word before his name, so he naturally would not refuse.

When Ji Qinglin was one year old, Master Ji brought back a young orphan from outside and became Ji Qinglin's personal maid, that is Yinluo.

Yin Luo was only five years old when he came, with a thick head and a thick head, and a chubby face like a little bun.

Ji Qinglin originally wanted to name her "Yin Ling", but she hated it, saying that the name sounded soft and weak, and that even if it were to be named after a musical instrument, it had to be something earth-shattering, that's why, Silver bells became silver gongs.

When he was two years old, Ji Qinglin was able to write. He would write some sentences on the paper in his free time, some of which were seen in the book of his previous life, some of which were made up by himself, and it was catchy to read.

These are not considered masterpieces, but because they were written by a three-year-old child, and Ji Qinglin had a reputation as a so-called "child prodigy" since he was born, every time he wrote a few sentences, they would always be circulated by everyone in the house.

One time, Yin Luo held scallion pancakes in one hand and a piece of poetry in the other, shaking his head and sighing, "Ah... what a pity, what a pity."

Ji Qinglin was puzzled: "What's the pity?"

Yinluo swallowed the pancakes in his mouth, shook the paper in his hand and said, "You said you wrote such good things, but why have you been able to only circulate them in the government? If you can mark a price and sell them out of the government, in exchange for real How good should gold and silver be?"

Ji Qinglin had no idea about money in his previous life, seeing Yin Luo shaking his head and sighing, he asked casually, "Is real money useful?"

Yin Luo nodded confidently and said: "That's natural. If you have money, you can buy whatever you want, and you can do whatever you want. If you don't have money, you will have nothing to eat. Do you think it's okay?" use?"

Ji Qinglin pondered for a moment, then asked again: "You mean, these sentences can be exchanged for real money?"

Yin Luo's eyes shone brightly, and he nodded his head like pounding garlic.

Ji Qinglin thought for a while, then sat upright and picked up the pen, brushed up and wrote a few more articles, handed them to Yin Luo and said: "In that case, you can sell them all."

Yin Luo's eyes sparkled: "Really?"

Ji Qinglin said with a smile: "Anyway, there are as many poems as you want, and you also said that staying in the mansion is useless, why not exchange for good things?"

Unexpectedly, Yin Luo's eyes suddenly darkened again, and he hesitated: "My lord...Although I said so, most of the literati in this world are very noble. Just like the master, he would rather be poor. Drinking the Northwest Wind, you don’t want to use pen and ink to make money, if he knows that you sell your poems and essays to make money, he will probably die of shame and anger.”

Ji Qinglin listened in a daze, glanced carefully out of the window for a while, and said in a low voice: "To die in shame and anger, what is the way to die?"

"..." Yin Luo's mouth twitched, "It's not important."

Ji Qinglin said: "Then what's important?"

Yin Luo said: "The important thing is that the master will not allow you to sell your poems."

Ji Qinglin pondered for a moment, and was even more puzzled: "Why do you want him to allow it?"

Yin Luo was at a loss for words for a while, but in a moment he said confidently: "He is your father!"

Ji Qinglin tilted his head, he had never had contact with people in his previous life, so naturally he couldn't understand this so-called father-son relationship, and now he just felt puzzled: he wrote the poem, why do you need other people's approval for what to use it for?

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt that this reasoning was very unreasonable, but seeing that Yin Luo seemed to be taking it for granted, he stopped arguing with her and continued to ask: "Then you sell it secretly, don't let him find out, or you will succeed." gone?"

Yin Luo blinked and blinked, but smiled cunningly, and raised his eyebrows meaningfully: "This...isn't that good?"

Ji Qinglin could tell at a glance that Yin Luo didn't really want to dissuade her at all. She said these seemingly dissuading words, but she explained the pros and cons clearly, and then made up her mind through Ji Qinglin's mouth. Even if you got the instruction, even if you did something wrong, it is not self-assessment.

Ji Qinglin smiled wryly in his heart. In his opinion, this is not a big deal. Even if Yinluo was sold without his consent, he would not care about it.

Thinking about it, Ji Qinglin didn't take it apart, patted Yinluo on the shoulder and said along the way: "There is nothing wrong with it, you don't make too much publicity, you just sell it quietly, no matter who buys it, you tell him, don't say that you are using money." I bought it, so it can only be said that Master Ji wrote a poem as a gift to a friend, isn’t that all right?”

Yin Luo rolled his eyes, made quick calculations in his mind, quickly threw the remaining half of scallion pancake, wiped his hands on his body, grabbed the poems, got up and rushed out the door.

Since then, the pen and ink of Ji's little "child prodigy" has been "leaked" out from time to time, but no one has ever mentioned that these poems were spent. friend.

Master Ji was very puzzled after hearing these rumors, his three-year-old child was strictly guarded in the mansion all day long, and he had never even taken a step outside the mansion, so how could he talk about making friends?

However, he didn't go into it after all. After all, the mouth was on other people's faces, and he couldn't control it, so he just enjoyed the praise of his son's literary talent from all over the capital, and let everything else go.

Therefore, this small business of Yinluo has not been hindered at all. An Anxin has been doing it for several years and has gained a lot.

As Ji Qinglin grew up, the term "child prodigy" gradually became boring to everyone in Beijing.

After all, the reason why something is new is because it is unheard of. Once a long time, the freshness becomes stale, and naturally it becomes dull.

Gradually, no one was vying for Ji Qinglin's poems, and no one was talking about the interesting stories about the "child prodigy". The turmoil caused by the young master of the Ji family finally calmed down.

Seeing Ji Qinglin grow up day by day, Master Ji's heart that wanted to travel all over the country when he was young became agitated again.So, he simply took Madam Ji and left without saying a word, and went out of Beijing to tour the mountains and rivers with a wave of his big hand.

Master Ji's departure may be as short as a month or two, and as long as a year or so, he only returns to the capital once. Every time he comes back, he will bring back some items that Ji Qinglin has never heard of. It opened Ji Qinglin's eyes.

However, if it's just some objects, it's fine to mention them, but one year, Master Ji brought back a big living person from outside.