I don't read sage books

The author has something to say: Herring: Seeing so many erotic pictures can be considered useful.

What Chu Yan said is right, 50 taels of silver is really a drop in the bucket.

Lin Jingyun started to develop a high fever, and the wound on his body was inflamed, but in the final analysis, it was the inflammation of the lungs that caused his high fever to persist. For two consecutive days, Lin Jingyun had very few moments of sobriety, bowl after bowl of precious medicinal materials. , it just made Lin Jingyun feel better, it didn't improve much.

The original remaining 30 taels were also depleted due to the purchase of precious medicines.

Lin Qingyu had to find a way to make a living. He had grown up so much that he had never been troubled by money. Now, he realized that it was difficult to move without money. Looking at his brother who was burned to death, he wished that the one who suffered was himself.

After feeding Lin Jingyun the medicine, Lin Qingyu went out to take a look. Laifu was lying on the pile of straw. His white and fluffy hair was stained with gray. Touching Laifu's head, Laifu looked at him ignorantly, because the food is only porridge recently, it doesn't look as lively as before.

"I can't even take care of myself well..." Lin Qingyu blinked slowly, stroked the slightly rough hair on her hands, and let out a sigh of relief, "I'm sorry for you."

Lai Fu drooped his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lin Qingyu got up and went straight to the Huaben shop that he used to frequent. Two days ago, he saw some scholars who came out to sell calligraphy and paintings on the street. , Now it also gives him a skill to make a living.

Asking Lin Qingyu to set up a stall on the street is tantamount to stomping his face on the ground, but if he can earn his brother's medical expenses, his ridiculous face is nothing, but who is willing to spend money to buy it now? He thought hard all night about his calligraphy and painting, and decided to find another way, begging the owner of the shop to sell his calligraphy and painting anonymously.

It is easy to think, but difficult to ask for help. Lin Qingyu hesitated for a long time in front of the Huaben shop, struggled several times in her heart, and finally gritted her teeth and went in.

When Boss Zhao saw him, although he didn't embarrass him like the others, his attitude was also very cold. Lin Qingyu's face was hot, and she stumbled to explain her intentions, waiting anxiously for Boss Zhao's response. Finally, she was afraid that Boss Zhao would not agree. , quickly said, "Not five or five points, but four or six points is fine."

"Little Master Lin," Boss Zhao couldn't change the name for a while, why not, "I'm in a small business, and you know that you are now... If someone finds out that the calligraphy and painting belong to you, I can't tell you. Please explain to the guest."

Lin Qingyu didn't want to lose face anymore, and her tone was already pleading, "Boss Zhao, I patronized you a lot before, just because I know you well, help me this time."

Boss Zhao frowned, thought for a while, and his eyes lit up suddenly, "I remember that Mr. Lin is also very good at painting?"

Seeing that things had turned around, Lin Qingyu nodded quickly.

"Well," Boss Zhao mysteriously pulled Lin Qingyu aside, and said in a low voice, "Draw some pictures for me."

"What album?"

Boss Zhao frowned, looking a little wretched, "Little Master Lin bought a lot of erotic pictures from me..."

Lin Qingyu took a step back as if she had been burned, her complexion was red and white, and she stammered, "I, I don't know how to draw."

"If you can't, then please go back." Boss Zhao made a gesture to send him out.

Lin Qingyu was already at a loss, seeing that the boy was coming up to chase him away, he thought of his brother who was bedridden, and his heart turned hard, "Boss Zhao..."

Coming out of the Huaben shop, Lin Qingyu only thought it was ridiculous, he was walking down the road in a daze, what Boss Zhao said was so profitable, he didn't worry about customers, he went in one ear and out the other, for a long while, smiled wryly and shook his head.

Where does he have a choice?

The elder brother asked him to practice calligraphy and painting, hoping that although he could not read the books of sages well, he would be able to delve into this way in the future, so that he would not achieve nothing. Who would have thought that his hand holding the pen would now be used to paint the erotic palace that cannot be understood by others? If someone finds out that the album was drawn by him, they may humiliate him.

Lin Qingyu went back to the thatched hut mixed with grief and joy, pulled himself together and wiped the blood from his elder brother's wound, he rubbed his elder brother's hot forehead with attachment, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that the little grievance he had suffered was not worth mentioning.

They are all ways of making a living, so what are you talking about?

If someone finds out one day, at most it will be a shameless infamy.

After making up his mind, Lin Qingyu turned on the lamp that night. He didn't dare to let Lin Jingyun know what he was doing, so he specially wrote a few words and placed it next to him. If Lin Jingyun asked, he could also fool him.

It was only when he picked up the paintbrush that he realized that it was much more difficult than he imagined. As soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of all kinds of scenes with Chu Yan, and his whole body was like frying in a frying pan. Every time he drew a stroke, he felt full of torment. .

After painting for three hours straight, the sky was dimly bright, Lin Qingyu was exhausted and numb, he put away those unsightly picture albums, got up and applied medicine for his brother, and slept through the night, he almost fell in, and his eyes felt dizzy. After fainting for a while, he managed to stabilize his figure.

Touching Lin Jingyun's forehead, he found that his body temperature had dropped slightly and his nose was sore, but he was crying because of joy.

After decocting the medicine for Lin Jingyun, Lin Jingyun sneaked out with a small stack of albums. He used to walk with his head upright, but now he lowered his head, like a thief. He was afraid that others would notice his abnormality. Lin Qingyu even imagined Then, someone tore off the dry cloth wrapped in the erotic book, and gave him a sexual treatment in the street.crime of chaos.

Finally, when he got to the Huaben shop, Boss Zhao's eyes on him had changed, which made Lin Qingyu feel uncomfortable. As soon as he got paid, he left without stopping.

As Boss Zhao said, the profit of erotic books is much higher than that of ordinary calligraphy and painting. He weighed the broken silver in his hand, thinking that the food for the next day would be settled, and when he saw the roast chicken sold on the roadside, he couldn't help swallowing saliva.

He hadn't seen meat for many days, and walked to the roast chicken shop like a hungry fox in a ghostly manner. Seeing that the price of the chicken legs was worth ten steamed buns, he hesitated again.

Seeing his hesitation, the boss yelled and asked him if he wanted it or not?

Lin Qingyu tightened her purse tightly, swallowed the saliva she was constantly secreting, shook her head violently and turned to the steamed bun shop beside her, bought five steamed buns with white flour, didn't even dare to look at the roast chicken again, and walked away quickly with the steamed buns in her pocket.

When they arrived in front of the house, they saw a middle-aged man teasing Laifu with a wooden stick. Lin Qingyu ran over nervously and shouted, "What are you doing?"

Now that he is in danger, no stranger can trust him.

Seeing him coming, the man dropped the stick, got up and said, "You raised this dog, and it looks good."

Lin Qingyu looked at him suspiciously.

"It's like this. My family is short of a watchdog. If you agree, I want to buy this dog from you."

"I don't sell it," Lin Qingyu shook her head without hesitation, walked up to Laifu, looked at the man warily, "you go."

Laifu jumped onto Lin Qingyu's lap, and breathed out with his tongue out. Lin Qingyu bent down and took out a steaming steamed bun to feed to Laifu. No, I had to droop my ears and bite the steamed bun into my mouth.

Lin Qingyu patted Laifu's head affectionately, and heard the man ask in surprise, "You just give the dog steamed buns?"

Lin Qingyu raised his head in panic, like a child who has done something wrong, speechless for a long time.

The man said, "It's not that I don't know your situation, but it's not okay to feed a dog steamed buns every day. Look, this dog is starving."

Lin Qingyu felt ashamed, he couldn't even afford meat for himself, so why would he give Laifu meat?

"As long as you sell this dog to me, I promise, I will serve you with big fish and meat every day, so that this dog will not suffer if it follows you, right?" The man followed the temptation carefully, bent down and touched Lai Fu's head, looking very fond of it.

Lin Qingyu held the steamed bun, watching the man play with Laifu like a stone sculpture.

He has been raising Laifu for more than half a year. In the past, he used to offer all kinds of delicious and delicious food to make Laifu fat and strong, but these days, he can only feed Laifu rice, steamed buns, and even some broth. He couldn't give them any, and he couldn't help wondering if it was the right decision to continue to keep Future Fu by his side.

"What are you thinking?" The man looked up at him and assured him again and again, "I will treat this dog well."

Lin Qingyu stared blankly at Laifu, asking him to sell Laifu would be like letting him sell his own child, he couldn't bear it, but if Laifu continued to suffer with him, he looked down on his incompetent self even more.

"I..." Lin Qingyu's throat choked up, looking at the rough-haired Laifu, she blinked away the soreness in her eyes, "Can you really treat him well?"

The man patted his chest, "Trust me!"

Lin Qingyu opened her lips, feeling a little flustered, "Then, then you can take it away."

"Really?" The man was overjoyed.

Lin Qingyu didn't dare to look at Fu again, and nodded in panic.

The man took out two taels and wanted to give it to Lin Qingyu, but Lin Qingyu took it tremblingly, spurning herself, and actually sold the "child" she raised with her own hands for two taels.

Laifu didn't know what happened, until the man tied him with a rope, and then he screamed.

Lin Qingyu's heart ached, and Laifu's screams seemed to be accusing him. He held the two taels, his hands shaking non-stop.

The man led Laifu to the alley, Laifu suddenly understood what was going on, and howled desperately, the voice was very shrill, Lin Qingyu turned her head to look, tears streaming down her face.

The rope was held in the man's hand, but Laifu refused to follow, desperately trying to run in Lin Qingyu's direction, the man tried to pull it away, but it howled, as if asking Lin Qingyu why she didn't want her.

Lin Qingyu remembered that when Fu was a child, he was such a small ball that he couldn't even walk steadily, and was bullied by a group of children in the road. He and Chu Yan rescued Lai Fu and raised the little white ball. He looks tall now.

Laifu carried not only the memories of him and Chu Yan, but also his family.

But he wanted to sell his family with his own hands.

Lin Qingyu heard the low groan, her heart felt as if a hole had been dug, she suddenly threw the steamed bun and ran to the alley and said to the man, "I won't sell it, I won't sell it anymore."

As he spoke, he stuffed the two taels back into the man's hand.

"Why are you doing this? It's a promise, and you're going back on your word."

No matter what the man said, Lin Qingyu insisted not to sell, and led Laifu to the thatched cottage.

As soon as Laifu came back, he jumped on Lin Qingyu excitedly. Lin Qingyu held back tears and hugged Laifu. She didn't know who she was telling, "If you know how to eat meat, I will definitely let you eat meat."

He placed Laifu in front of the door again, walked into the room, looked at his brother who was still unconscious on the bed, and cried silently, "Brother, I just now, I almost don't want Laifu anymore," he threw himself in front of his brother's bed in despair, Not daring to wake up his elder brother by crying too loudly, he murmured, "It's been hard work, brother, I've worked so hard..."

No one can bear this pain for him, only he can savor it carefully.