I live in Beihai Jun Nanhai [Rebirth]

Manager Zhu was immersed in his ingenious deduction, and kept curling his lips and nodding his head, but Ji Qinglin asked him politely: "I don't know if your store has a pen and paper? Can you borrow it?"

Manager Zhu quickly came to his senses: "Oh, yes, yes, you may wish to follow me to the study in the backyard, it is relatively clean, and there will be more people in the front hall soon, so it will inevitably be noisy, so don't disturb the young master's writing. "

Ji Qinglin nodded his thanks, and the three of them followed Manager Zhu to the backyard.

In the study, Manager Zhu tidied up the ledgers on the main case to make room for Ji Qinglin to write poems, and kindly asked Xie Wuyi and Yin Luo to sit down at the table beside him.

Yin Luo picked up the lid of the teapot on the table and took a look, then tapped the table with his fingers: "Where's the tea?"

Manager Zhu hurriedly nodded and bowed his waist: "Oh yes, yes, Dong... Honorable guest, wait a moment, I'm going to make a pot of good tea right now."

Yin Luo watched him rush out of the study as if his tail was on fire, chuckled lightly, got up and closed the door and sat back at the table, then turned to look at Ji Qinglin.

Ji Qinglin was sitting in front of the case, and he had already started to write.

He wrote steadily and quickly, almost without much thought, and wrote more than a dozen poems in a row, only occasionally stopping to purse his lips to think about it, and wrote the pen very quickly.

Yinluo has never looked at Ji Qinglin so quietly before, growing up together makes them too familiar with each other, and always feels that there is nothing to watch.

But at this time, after a closer look, she realized that the "child" in her eyes had grown up unconsciously. With such a focused look, coupled with the already elegant and handsome appearance, she really looked like a handsome young man.

She smiled gratifiedly like an old sister, but out of the corner of her eye she had no doubts and was staring at Ji Qinglin intently, she couldn't help turning her head to look at him.

A long, long time ago, Xianzun was one of the people closest to her in this world. She had also seen him young, smiling, and vigorous, but in the long years that followed, time seemed to take away too much of him. His emotions made him as calm and calm as a deep pool of water.

He never commented on the behavior of others, and never forced others to do something. He was neither sad nor happy, worried or angry, always so indifferent, as if everything around him could no longer move him.

However, at this time, Yinluo clearly found a trace of extremely complicated emotions in his eyes looking at Ji Qinglin, like doubts and disappointment, as if thousands of words were fused in it.

Yin Luo couldn't help frowning.

Why did Xianzun show such an expression?

Ji Qinglin was completely unaware of the complicated thoughts of the two people in the room, and only concentrated on thinking about the poems about spring.

After writing thirty or forty poems, he gradually felt a bit strenuous, but he didn't intend to give up. Sometimes he rubbed the corners of his eyes, and sometimes lowered his eyes to meditate, and continued to write with all his strength.

Seeing that his speed had slowed down, Yinluo seemed to be writing no longer so smoothly, felt a little unbearable, stretched out his hand and lightly tugged at Xie Wuyi's sleeve, and asked with his eyes: "Master, is it almost done?"

Xie Wuyi turned his head and glanced at her indifferently, but he didn't seem to intend to stop.

Manager Zhu returned to the study with a pot of cooked tea. After warming the tea set, he poured a cup each for Xie Wuyi and Yinluo, and poured another cup for Ji Qinglin.

When he walked to the case, he was surprised to find that this young man had already written a lot of poems and essays in just a few moments, the handwriting was very beautiful, and he had a style of his own.

He reached out to pick up one and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but nodded in appreciation.

After all, he is also the manager of a shop, and he has seen many famous calligraphy and paintings, and the pen and ink of this young man in front of him is indeed a bit of a master's demeanor.

From this point of view, his previous speculation was indeed very possible.

Manager Zhu stood by the desk and watched Ji Qinglin continue to write one after another, while Xie Wuyi and Yin Luo sat quietly drinking tea, and they were all silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Wuyi finally put down the teacup and said, "It's almost there."

"Huh?" Ji Qinglin raised his head when he heard the words, and looked at the stack of papers in hand, "Is it enough?"

Xie Wuyi nodded, and said to Manager Zhu, "Please troubleshoot."

Manager Zhu responded repeatedly, took a stack of poems and essays on the table and counted them one by one.

Only then did Ji Qinglin put down the pen in his hand as if he was relieved, turned his wrist and said with a smile: "I never thought that making money is quite tiring."

Yinluo felt guilty for a while when he heard the words, and he didn't dare to look Ji Qinglin in the eyes, thinking that it's no wonder he wasn't tired, writing so many things at once, his head would be smoking.

Xie Wuyi nodded and said, "Thanks for your hard work."

Ji Qinglin said it unintentionally, but he was not used to hearing Jie Wuyi's solemnity, so he shook his head and smiled, "No, I'm just saying it casually, don't take it seriously."

Xie Wuyi got up and walked to the desk, just as Manager Zhu had finished counting, handed the poems to Xie Wuyi and said, "There are exactly fifty pieces in total, that is... fifty cents."

He said the last few words like a mosquito, it was because the price was outrageously low, he always felt that he was an unscrupulous profiteer now, fearing that Ji Qinglin would see something, he hurriedly turned around and went to the next bookshelf to find money .

Yuxing Luli has always been a large-value business, and has never dealt with such a low-priced pawn. For a while, Manager Zhu really didn't know if he could find a small amount of copper coins.

After searching for a long time, he finally took out a tattered old wooden box from the bookshelf, covered with a layer of dust, and he didn't know how long it had been left on the shelf.

He brushed the dust off the box with his sleeve, opened it, and found that he was in good spirits. There was half a box of small change that he put in casually in the early years, which seemed to be enough.

Yin Luo frowned and looked at the shabby broken box, feeling more and more in his heart that the young master had been tricked quite badly by the ancestor.

Manager Zhu put the box on the table and put it down. He also felt that it was absurd in his heart, and he even felt a little sympathetic to the young man in front of him, but he didn't have the courage to talk too much, so he just counted out the money honestly, penny by penny. Pass it to Ji Qinglin.

Ji Qinglin didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and even felt a little novelty. He stood up and solemnly took the copper coins, counting them over and over in his hands, like a child reaching for candy in front of an adult.

Seeing Ji Qinglin's appearance, Yinluo felt more and more ashamed, so he stopped staring at him and went to Xie Wuyi's side to follow him to read the poems written by Ji Qinglin one by one.

Xie Wuyi read it quickly, handing it to Yinluo after finishing each article, and then went to the next one.

Yin Luo took the paper and read it all the way, and sighed in his heart that the young master is really talented, so many articles are not repetitive, and all of them are full of charm, thinking about it, he blurted out: "Young master, this is all about you. Did you do it?"

Ji Qinglin was counting the money seriously with his head down, and he was still counting in his heart. At this moment, he was thinking of two things: "There are two articles written by others in the following, and I will note the source."

Yin Luo nodded while continuing to look down. After reading the poems in his hand, he habitually stretched out his hand, but he didn't receive the next one. He put it on the paper in an instant, as if he had no intention of handing it to her.

Curious in his heart, Yin Luo leaned over and stretched his head to have a look, only to see four short sentences written on the paper:

The mist envelops the cold water, and the morning light sends the clouds back.

The green mountains melt the snow, and the birds come against the wind.

She read it silently twice, then suddenly she was taken aback, took the paper and looked at it twice, stretched out her hand to Ji Qinglin's eyes and said: "My lord, what's the matter with this song?"

Ji Qinglin was counting the money seriously, but when she heard the question, she raised her head, and when she saw the piece of paper in her hand, she suddenly felt guilty.

He did not cite the source of the poem, but it was not his own composition either.

It was a poem he saw on the title page of a book in his previous life. The word "Qing Lin" in his name came from this poem, but the book was full of pictures except for these few lines of poems. There are a few shapes that look like characters, but he doesn't know the characters.

Just now after he wrote this song, he was thinking about how to indicate the source, when Xie Wuyi reminded him that it was almost done, he put down the pen and didn't think about it any more. Feeling a little embarrassed, he rubbed his neck and said, "This... I read it in a book before, but I don't recognize the title, so..."

Yin Luo frowned suspiciously: "Do you know this poem..."

She paused, looked up at Manager Zhu, and then leaned closer to Ji Qinglin's ear and whispered: "This poem was written by my ancestor."

Ji Qinglin was greatly surprised, raised his eyes to look at Xie Wuyi, and saw that he was also staring at him, immediately lowered his eyes, his ears turned red, and thought to himself that it was embarrassing, it was really embarrassing. I caught it face to face, it's just... I wish I could find a rope and hang it on the southeast branch.

After secretly regretting for a moment, he still planned to face it head-on, leaned forward and quickly pulled the paper from Yinluo's hand, crumpled it into a ball hastily and said, "This, this one doesn't count."

Xie Wuyi suddenly chuckled without warning, reached out and took the ball of paper back from Ji Qinglin's hand, slowly unfolded it and smoothed it out, "Forget it, why not."

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and under the long eyelashes, the ice-like eyes seemed to have melted, so soft that one couldn't help but want to take a few more glances.

This man smiles... so pretty...

Ji Qinglin couldn't help but stare dumbfounded, his hand was still in the air, maintaining the posture of making a fist just now.

"Sir?"

The sound of Yinluo pulled back Ji Qinglin's thoughts, and he realized that he was staring at Xie Wuyi for a long time, coughed dryly, blinked, and forced himself to look at Yinluo calmly: "What's wrong?"

Yinluo smiled wryly and frowned, what happened to one or two of them today?Mr. Xianzun's poems were misused by the young master, and he didn't feel displeased at all. He even smiled uncharacteristically, and the young master was even more outrageous. He stared at Mr. Xianzun continuously, as if he had lost his soul.

Seeing Yinluo's strange expression, Ji Qinglin recalled what happened just now, took out a copper coin out of his hand, put it into Xie Wuyi's hand guiltily, and said, "Then, this is yours."

Xie Wuyi was startled, looked down at the copper coin in his palm, slowly clenched his fist in his hand, nodded and said softly, "Okay."