The teacher's door does not follow the plot at all

Su Qingwen grasped the long sword tightly, and looked up, the one who opened the door was not a ghost, but a man dressed as a scholar.

The man's face is pale, his body is thin, but he is neat and tidy, except that his clothes have been washed white, and he seems to be from a poor family.

The man saw Su Qingwen and smiled: "Is that the Taoist priest's master just now? I've been waiting for you for a long time, come in first."

As he said that, the man took two steps back calmly, leaving a place for Su Qingwen and Qin Luoxiao to enter: "It's not safe outside the door, and ghosts and monsters may attack at any time. I think you should not dislike me This little house, right?"

Su Qingwen glanced at Qin Luoxiao, Qin Luoxiao nodded slightly, and the two stepped into the room just now.

When passing by the man's side, Su Qingwen didn't hear the man's breathing at all. Su Qingwen was not surprised, but wondered why the man didn't turn into a ghost.

The man took out four chairs from behind the door and placed them on Su Qingwen: "Please do what you want. It's a pity that I don't need any water or pastries here, so please forgive me for my lack of hospitality. "

Su Qingwen smiled: "Of course it's fine. I just don't know, what do you mean by waiting here for us for a long time?"

The man sat down: "I'm sure you all know that I'm not a living person, or rather, I'm just a wisp of soul. Now that you're here, can you listen to me tell a story?"

As he said that, the man smiled: "The story is not too long, so it won't take you long. After listening to it, I've settled my obsession, and I can leave with peace of mind."

Su Qingwen suddenly remembered the "opportunity" that the temple ghost gritted his teeth in the Temple of Fulu before.He looked at the man carefully, nodded in response, "Say it."

Qin Luoxiao looked at Su Qingwen, and leaned against Su Qingwen.

The man's gaze softened all of a sudden, he looked at the red candle light, and said slowly: "Before I was alive, my name was Guan Song, and I was a poor scholar..."

On that day, the town was decorated with lights and festoons to celebrate the annual Qiqiao Festival.The Qiqiao Festival is specially held for daughters. Here, women are allowed to go out to the streets regardless of whether they are married or not.

The street was very lively, Guan Song prepared his pen and ink early, and was going to the street to make portraits and write for people to earn a few small money, and save a few travel expenses for himself to go to Beijing for the exam.

He picked a good place to set things up, and not long after he sat down, suddenly a few big men came over aggressively, kicked over his pen and ink, and yelled at him in a rough voice: "Don't you know that this place has already been closed?" Was it taken by someone else? Get out of here!"

Guan Song was a little aggrieved, he observed for several days, and there was no one occupying this position at all.Angry, Guan Song ignored the still growling stomach, hurriedly knelt down to collect the pen and ink, and touched it a few times in distress.

The big man couldn't wait, and glared at Guan Song: "Are you deaf? Why don't you leave!"

Guan Song hugged his pen and ink: "Obviously I came to this position first, why do you..."

Before he finished speaking, the big man kicked Guan Song's heart.Guan Song hadn't eaten for a few days, so he suffered this kick and fell to the ground all of a sudden, his wrists, face, and legs felt burning pain.

He raised his head, but saw that the crowd of onlookers avoided his gaze, and quickly walked away without their business.

Guan Song sighed and had to get up.He couldn't fight that big man, and he couldn't regain his position, so he had to walk towards the market.

He smelled the smell of food coming from the street, swallowed hard, and quickly passed over.He has no coins on him, and several of the chickens at home starved to death. He sold the chickens two days ago to make up enough for the exam fee. He must not spend money this time.

Guan Song walked around the market again, he came late, and the good position had already been taken away by others.Guan Song had no choice but to find a place in the corner, leaned over and put down his pen and ink.

It's just that the writing brush was dropped just now, and a piece of it was broken at the end.Guan Song touched and touched distressedly, almost crying.

He waited for a long time, because the place was really remote, not many people found him.An hour passed, and Guan Song didn't write a word or draw a thing.He was a little discouraged. If he couldn't make up enough travel expenses tonight, he might have to leave tomorrow and walk to the capital for the exam.

There are still three months, and I don't know if it will be too late.

"Little scholar, I've been watching you for a long time. Do you know that no one will come to your place at all?"

A woman's charming voice suddenly appeared next to his ear, Guan Song was startled, and turned his head away abruptly.Unable to see the woman, Guan Song let out a sigh of relief, and murmured: "I...I..."

"What me? I saw it just now. Are you being bullied?" The woman asked Guan Song with a hanging voice at the end.

Guan Song felt his ears burning, he panicked all of a sudden, he didn't know whether to shake his head or nod.

"Hey, forget it, I know you can't answer anything just by looking at your bookworm." The woman sighed, "Then let me tell the story. The person who bullied you is a relative of the prefect. He has no skills, so he lives by licking the magistrate's son. He is very arrogant and domineering, and if you are bullied by him, there is nowhere to go even if you reason."

"Is it... like this?" Guan Song felt a little uncomfortable, he turned around abruptly, "How dare you ask the girl..."

The moment he met the woman's eyes, Guan Song was stunned.

The woman smiled knowingly: "Why, are you afraid when you see that I am a ****?"

Guan Song came back to his senses, and quickly shook his head: "No, what I mean is..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and gradually sounded like a mosquito, "Young girl is really, she is very beautiful."

He couldn't help but glanced at the woman again: the woman's face was gentle and demure, but her make-up was gorgeous and her clothes were extremely exaggerated.But this outfit didn't look gorgeous and vulgar on a woman, but instead made her look more delicate.

When the woman heard this, she burst out laughing: "You scholar, you really can talk. Well, for the sake of you being so good at talking..." The woman sat on the chair prepared before Guansong, "Then Just draw me a little portrait."

But Guan Song had a problem: "The girl looks so... good-looking. If I can't draw the girl's charm, am I lying to the girl?"

The woman glared at Guan Song: "Whatever I say, you do. I give my money, as long as I am happy."

Guan Song hurriedly responded, leaned over to pick up the brush, and dipped it in ink.

Now, Guan Song looked at the woman carefully.After a few glances, Guan Song felt embarrassed again, and hurriedly lowered his head and began to draw.

The woman smiled and said, "Don't look at me so soon...then you have to do your best to draw well."

Guan Song falters and nods his head a few times, his pen is flying like a dragon and a snake.

After a stick of incense, Guan Song said softly: "I don't know what the girl's name is?"

The woman was a little bored, she was dangling her legs, when she suddenly heard Guan Song's question, she teased, "What? It's just a painting, you asked my name, but you want to give me a dowry first?"

Guan Song trembled violently in fright, and stood up from the ground: "I didn't mean that...just," he said after a pause, "I just want to add a send-off girl at the end of the portrait. "

The woman nodded knowingly: "Is this the rule here?"

Guan Song hesitated for a moment, before closing his eyes to answer "No", he suddenly heard the woman laughing and said: "It's not a big deal. I have almost forgotten my own name. The girls in the building call me Chi Lian, although the name is vulgar, if you don't mind it, you can just write it on."

Chi Lian...

Guan Song silently read it a few times, then neatly wrote his name under the small portrait, and solemnly handed it to the woman.

Chi Lian glanced at it: "You scholar, you are not bad at painting." After finishing speaking, Chi Lian put down a few taels of silver for Guan Song, "I'll give you the reward."

Guan Song looked at the broken silver and panicked: "No...it's not so expensive, just three copper coins."

Chi Lian frowned: "I'm happy today, if I tell you to keep it, you will keep it. Besides, looking at your outfit, you are going to Beijing to catch the exam in the future, right?"

Guan Song hesitated in response.

"It's fine over there, you take it."

Guan Song shook his head: "But... a gentleman loves money, and he gets it in a proper way. I can't take your money!"

Chi Lian stared: "Aren't you scholars so brain-dead? Forget it, I won't tell you anymore, I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, Chi Lian got up and walked out without listening to Guan Song's obstruction.Guan Song ran a few steps and saw Chi Lian's figure slowly blending into the crowd and disappearing without a trace after a while.

Guan Song turned around and picked up the few taels of silver, put it in his chest, and never took it out again.

Because the chosen location was remote, Guan Song sat for a whole night, and only drew a few pictures, moved a few words, and earned a few copper coins.Guan Song counted, just enough for him to catch the boat from Suzhou to Beijing.

But the road from the town to Suzhou may have to be walked.

Satisfied, Guan Song put away the stall, got up and went home.

He was the only one left in his family. His mother died because of lack of money for medical treatment in the early years.Before, he heard from his mother that his father encountered bandits a few years ago and left before he was born.Just a few days ago, the only two chickens that accompanied him were also sold by him as examination fees.

Guan Song lay on the bed hungry, his stomach screamed hard, Guan Song was tired of listening, and lightly beat his stomach a few times: "You can't help me, there is not enough food, so I can only save it. After two days Eat again."

After finishing speaking, Guan Song turned over and tried his best to ignore the strange sound of his stomach.Thoughts drifted for some reason, Guan Song thought of Chi Lian again.

Chi Lian, Chi Lian...

Guan Song sighed.Calling Chi Lian is not good, she should be the bird on the branch, what is the name Chi Lian, it is too vulgar.

It's a pity that he should never meet her in his life.

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