Dress to be a celebrity

600 years ago, 600 years later.

Although the absolute value is the same, for anyone, the world 600 years later is definitely more desirable than the world recorded in history books 600 years ago. The splendor of the Tang Dynasty 600 years ago is fascinating, but the unknown world 600 years later is more attractive to explore.

Huan Ling came to his side almost in the blink of an eye, with his slightly smug smile reflected in his pupils, raised his hand to touch him lightly, and asked shyly, "How much older than me in your previous life? Why do you only say Older than me, let alone enjoy the rest of life? Why..."

Song Shi was planning to talk about future generations of science and technology, but he didn't expect him to be so unsightly, asking all the wrong questions, and almost forgot what he wanted to talk about.However, asking him to care so much made his mouth sour, as if he wanted to hear him ask a few more questions.

He leaned sideways on Huan Ling's outstretched arm, and sighed softly: "I'm two years older than you, anyway, I'm older anyway. I worked in a travel agency at that time, and I took people to the scenic spot full-time. I'm too busy at work, I worked overtime for a few days, and I passed through it in a jiffy. Alas, modern people..."

He was talking, when the arms around him suddenly tightened, and he was pressed into Huan Ling's arms, and his face was buried tightly, blocking the explanation of the phrase "modern people work stressful and live under great pressure" went back.

He tried to get out, but he couldn't get out of Huan Ling's embrace, instead he was pressed between the pillows and lay flat.

A light kiss fell on the top of his head, accompanied by Huan Ling's deep and depressed voice: "You always push yourself so hard, you have to take everything down, you have to be the best in everything, how can you not exhaust your body? What? It's too late today, don't say anything, let's talk about tomorrow if we have anything to do."

... He is not forcing himself, working overtime is a normal phenomenon in the peak season of their tourism industry.

Besides, at that time, I worked overtime and all night, and sometimes I kept going. Now I thought I was staying up late at night. I heard the drums outside, but it was only around eleven or twelve o'clock, so I couldn't count it as staying up late.

He tried to defend himself: "I'm not tired. The Imperial Academy is just a place to dawdle. How can I be busy as an editor? Besides, after these days, I don't do anything at home after the work is done?" People cook big pots, and sometimes they can go to bed at nine o'clock in the evening, so today is a bit late.

Huan Ling forced him to lie flat, and persuaded: "Let's rest earlier, and talk about things slowly later, it will last forever."

When he thought of Song Shi's previous life, when he was only two years older than him, he died prematurely due to overwork, and he was terrified. Three fingers wished they could grow on Song Shi's veins, so as to detect even the slightest symptom of his illness.Fortunately, after touching it back and forth for a while, he could only feel that the pulse was pulsating and strong, without any abnormality, it should be that there was no hidden disease hidden.

Song Shi saw that he touched it and said nothing, so he shook again, and said proudly: "I said it's okay, how can I go to bed just after eating? I have to wash up before I talk? I'm so old, I don't know yet. Take care of yourself? Why does this child take care of adults. "

Huan Ling let him get up to wash up, and listened to his nagging complaints, as if he didn't care about his early death in his previous life, his tense heart relaxed unconsciously, and he also said to him: " What restraint do you usually have when you study and do things? You wish you could plunge into that thing every day, and you don’t want to eat or sleep until you finish it. In your previous life, being an idler would make you exhausted. You have been an official all your life, if you don’t care about it yourself, how can I ignore you?”

It's him, anyway, remembering that he was two years older than himself and liked being an elder, so he swallowed the name "Shi Guan'er" for the time being.

However, Uncle Song doesn't even pretend to be a child now, so how can he obey him?Not only is he dissatisfied, but he is also not happy - he was engaged in tourism in his previous life, not to mention that he is also a leader, even an ordinary tour guide is also a professional, can he be the same as today's "idle man" who makes a living by accompanying others to eat, drink and have fun? ?

The tour guides of their small company are at least college graduates, and they are industry elites who have been selected from the spring and autumn recruits!A socialist builder with a tour guide card!

There is no distinction between high and low in revolutionary work!

Song Shi became more and more sulky, feeling that this kid would not be taught how to do it—let's not talk about air conditioners, refrigerators, mobile phones and computers, but start with the nine-year compulsory education!

After talking about junior high school, talk about high school, after talking about high school, talk about university, after talking about university, talk about the workplace!

The more he talked, the more energetic he became, the more excited he became. Ma Zhe, Mao Gai, and Deng Lun, who flew by at low altitude in the final exam, all rushed out of nowhere, pulling Huan Ling to talk about ideological education.

Huan Ling's thoughts shaped by Taoism couldn't accept such an impact for a while, and he couldn't listen to what he said.He vaguely heard it was three o'clock outside, and there was only one thought in his mind that he couldn't stay up all night. Holding this big baby who couldn't control him, he coaxed helplessly: "Uncle Song, go to sleep."

Uncle Song was only promising in this way, and when he heard that he was willing to call himself "Uncle", he was immediately elated and satisfied, and he obediently cuddled in his arms and fell asleep.

It was a very late night, but both of them slept very well, and they woke up quite energetic the next day, and they were full of energy when they were on duty.In the afternoon, Song Shi compiled the "Guan Chang Dian" handed over to him by the attendant into the Northern Qi part. Seeing that the work efficiency was about the same, and his colleagues didn't monitor what he was doing, they spread the Guan Chang Dian in front of them. Close your eyes and search for junior high school chemistry knowledge.

Just relying on his meager and patchwork chemistry knowledge can only confuse people, he is too lazy to learn, usually as long as he can make something from the data and formulas in the paper, but Huan Ling, who is so eager to learn , should give him a set of serious textbooks.

Fortunately, Jinjiang Literature Network still has a library, and there are also tutorial materials to read in the library, and some parts can even be read for free, even if the fee is only [-] cents a page, he can still afford it.

Originally, when he wanted to buy a thesis, he had to haggle over every detail, shop around, and the Jinjiang coins he spent seemed to have cut his flesh.Now that he is thinking about buying it for Huan Ling, he feels an inexplicable joy when he spends the money. When he looks at the purchased page, he only thinks how happy he should be to see this new knowledge, without thinking about the background account at all.

No matter how poor you are, you can't have poor education, no matter how hard you are, you can't suffer... Uh, older children are also children, right?

Although the child can hold him with one arm, and he is not allowed to go to bed late, he listens to any new knowledge from him seriously. Squeeze out the water for him.

It's a pity that no matter how crowded his mind is, he can't squeeze anything out, so he can only buy books for his children to study by themselves.

Song Shi spent the whole afternoon looking at the newly bought chemistry teaching aids for junior high school, and packed up his things to buy a small yellow map and write a new thesis.At this time, all the ministries have not yet released their value, and there is probably no one on the street who recognizes him, so it is more reassuring to buy.

When he returned home, he changed into ordinary clothes, took an ordinary rough horse of Huan's family, put on a felt hat, and went to the market to buy books.

Although this kind of market is not as lively as the temple fair, it is held almost every day, but the time for setting up the stalls is different. The four cities in the southeast, the four north, and the four streets each occupy one day, and there are days when there is no market.He figured that the day would be the market fair in the west of the city, so he rode a horse to find the fair, and with the brim of his felt hat lowered, he wandered around the book stalls, holding a copy of "Zhu Zi's Family Instructions" to cover his face, doing Like a thief, he quickly took a few small yellow pictures, as well as a new text book with pictures.

He had imagined this situation countless times in his mind, and his movements were light and quick, and he put all the books with smudges on a stall into his arms, and he didn't say a word when he checked out, he threw down a piece of silver, turned around and left.

The stall owner bit his silver and said to the shopkeeper in shock, "Looking at the skills of that customer, I really thought I had encountered a thief."

His wife spat: "What kind of thief? That scholar looks like a baby. He must have secretly read this kind of book behind his family's back. Just now I saw that he took the stack of Longyang books. Companion” I remember is the last one, I have to go home to get some.”

The stall owner muttered: "Something is wrong with the world today. Every scholar loves to cut off his sleeves. The number one scholar will cut off his sleeves even if he proposes to someone else. These idiot books can't be sold, but Longyang Fengyue can't sell them." It's selling fast...the price of this book should also go up."

Song Shi didn't know that a single sentence from him could cause the price of the underground book market to rise, so he ran home quickly after buying the book, and while Huan Ling didn't come back, he did his short essays on popular science on ancient customs.

The ancient little yellow map, the ancient little yellow text...

Anyway, the little yellow picture is just like that, everyone looks the same, it doesn’t make any difference whether it is exposed or not, and the painting is not fine, it is not as good as the one circulated on the Internet in later generations.The only thing that can touch his well-informed heart is the few books of Longyang in it... There is always a beautiful woman peeping from behind.

What a special fetish!If you want to put it in Fujian, ask him to sweep it!

He couldn't hold back any papers in front of this kind of picture, so he put down the picture and read the book again.

Those books were sold in stacks, both in plain characters and with pictures, and he didn’t dare to pick carefully at the stall, so he came back with a stack of furring skins, and only had time to unpack them when he got home: what kind of scholar met? Immortals, fox demons repaying favors, famous prostitutes donating gold, prime ministers marrying daughters... are all old routines that have not changed for hundreds of years. Fortunately, the pictures are fresh and can be studied.

The more I turned back, there were even several stories with broken sleeves, but the content of the previous books generally replaced the heroine with the heroine, nothing special.

He has read a lot of books in his life. When reading a book, he can read more than ten lines at a glance. He can scan the left and right pages, and he can finish reading a stack of books in a short time.After reading the previous one, I took another copy, and before I had time to open it, I saw the big "Song Zhuangyuan's Marriage of Love and Love" on the cover.

Pirates printed the script adapted from his novel, and printed wrong words for him!It must be the Masha version!

He snorted coldly, and planned to throw the book out without reading it, but thinking about it, it was his own effort, and he had read everything written by others, so could he not read his own original adaptation?

He turned the pages of the book, glanced at two lines, and suddenly felt something was wrong...

The protagonists of his book are Zhao Yueshu and Li Shaosheng. How did this book become his main point of view?He flipped through a few pages, and found that this book was copied and adapted from his "Song Zhuangyuan's Righteous Marriage and Two Couples". After half a book, Zhao Shusheng suddenly appeared. through!calendar!Mutually!same!For the sake of presiding over the wedding for them, instead of the unrealized love affair between the two of them.

Copy his book and make up such a sad story for him!

He and Huan Ling were innocent back then!Later, it was done, and it was Mr. Huan who was suffering, and he didn't suffer too much!

Who the hell is this weakling who makes other couples as substitutes for himself, and at the same time sings sour poems to send lovesickness in the middle of the night, and the poems he writes are still copied all over the city!He has never written a poem that has spread beyond the county level in his life!

Later, when he saw "Parrot Song", when he saw the scene where he complained to Huanling Jindian, made a promise of life and death, and the emperor officiated the marriage for them, his heart was already numb.I don't want to write a thesis, I just want to write a booklet to rectify the plagiarism of pirated books and periodicals.

Covering his face, he lamented the urgent need for legislation to protect intellectual property rights and the reputation of celebrities. He suddenly felt some movement in the room, put down his hands and looked out, and saw Huan Ling walking in in broad daylight in his official uniform, and said anxiously. : "Why are you forcing yourself to work hard again? Aren't you afraid of getting tired?"

How did he come back?Isn't he working overtime!

Song Shi seemed to feel a basin of ice water poured down his head, freezing his throat, and the "Don't look" was frozen in his throat and he couldn't say it.He stretched out his arms to protect the book on the table, but it was still a step too late. Huan Ling had already reached out and picked up the book in front of him, and gave him a serious lesson: "I knew I wouldn't come back, and you have to go to work... …thing……"

His tongue also seemed to be knotted suddenly. Looking at the content on the page "the emperor decreed, the first assistant acted as a matchmaker, and the fourth assistant presided over the marriage, a couple of officials and family members, Jinshi husband and wife..." The expression on his face was complicated and unpredictable. The blush spread from behind the ears to the cheeks and forehead.

Song Shi couldn't bear to look at him, so he covered his eyes again.

He is really guilty of the little yellow book, how can he be caught every time he buys it!