Nightfall

There are good pens, good inks, good papers, good nights, and good nights. There are beautiful maids beside them. There is a cup of tea in front of me. There are three incense sticks at the table. There is a moon in the window, and the sleeves are filled with the heart. When you want to use one of your heads, you can flick your fingers, a no handle, flying swords from the beam to the beyond a thousand miles, smashing a Great General, this is the ideal life of Ning Que.

On the first night of the 40 Seven Lane house, he felt that he was infinitely close to his ideals, although the pen and ink paper baskets were all cheap goods, although the night was lonely and not secluded, although there was no clear water in Qingshui. There was only a hunger-stricken porridge on the table that was not burning, although there was still no moon outside the window, although the maid was too small and too dark and too ugly, although he now thinks that Culture is a stinky hollow fart…

Although there are so many though, when the pen can impudent dance on snow paper, he still feels very happy, and even thinks that Sang Sang’s proposal to sell words is really a genius idea.

Wei City can’t talk about poverty but it’s hard to call it rich. The materials transported by the military will not include pen and ink paper. So it’s not too small to spend a few words on it. Now, nowadays, Pen and ink can be used freely, and can exchange money, Sang Sang will not whisper anything, how can there be more happy things in the world?

The time of painful suffering is always the same as the year. The time of happiness is called the passing of the water. When he finally raises one’s head, he picks up the bowl and fills the half-stomach water. When he takes the sour wrist and decides rest, the door is already morning light. Gradually, there is a faint sound of water pouring and selling in the distance.

I wrote that I was already full of paper rolls around the whole night. In addition to the first two wild grasses to vent my emotions, he wrote very honestly behind him. He wrote what Sang Sang seems to sell better. It seems that there is no The planning of the writing, in fact, there are vertical shafts with long rolls and even a large Zhongtang, but there is no decoration, the paper rolls piled up on the tablesides seem to be just some paper with different shapes and sizes.

Ning Que has a lot of confidence in his own words, but those who have the most confidence and the most proud means can’t show it in Chang An City, otherwise if the spectator asks you how long it is for nine years. In the year, Kuaijishan is Heshan, how should you go? Therefore, he had to copy some of the poetry of the world, and there are some popular scriptures, but he believes that even after these paper rolls are hanged on the wall, there must be countless dignitaries, Divine Vision, who are famous for their acquaintances.

“Aiya, the threshold will be cut off after two days, it seems that I have to prepare in advance.”

Ning Que thought with great enthusiasm, the right hand stretched out to the wall and smashed the paper scroll left by the original owner, like pulling off a pile of rubbish, preparing to call Sang Sang to find a shop, and then Hanging up on his own masterpiece, he found that the little maid did not know when to sleep in the corner of the corner.

“I am telling you to buy two bowls of Chang An famous hot and sour noodles to taste.”

He looked at the sweet little girl who was sleeping, couldn’t help but shook his head, took a short blouse and put it on her body, then pushed the door out and followed the tempting green onion and screaming in the comfortable morning light. The sound of the past.

“uncle, how much is a bowl of bread?”

“So expensive?”

“You are on my side, there are neighborhoods, how about being cheaper?”

“The right pair is the shop, it hasn’t been named yet.”

“When the name is good, I will be a signboard. What is the name?”

“Old pens.”

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In order to buy two bowls of cheap and sour noodle soup with the hawker set, I decided to make the name of the shop. This matter can’t be said anyway, so Sang Sang didn’t have any idea about the shop name, or couldn’t bear it. I lived because of this and I remembered her Young Master for several years.

All in all, this house has a Boss and a bookstore, a maid and a miscellaneous name, a calligraphy store, and finally appeared in the 40 Seven Lanes.

Ning Que’s only dissatisfaction with the shop was that it was too far from the shop, and the dressing was too slow. He was not good at this, so he had to wait for two days.

On one day, Chang An City fell rain again, and the shop on 40 Seven Lanes quietly opened. Ning Que wore a brand new scholar azure clothes, holding a cheap red clay teapot in his left hand, standing behind the threshold of the wall full of books, as if to see the new life is waving to himself, and the new life looks very much Handsome and pretty.

“Spring rain is as expensive as oil, good sign!”

He zi zi took a sip of tea and stood in the squatting look at the wind and rain outside. He said: “The tea is intoxicating, the ink is intoxicating, and it can be said that the grand plan is talking and laughing, and it is drunk.”

The young and innocent teenager dressed in a scholar azure clothes, how can not wear a chic, but it seems a bit funny, and holding the teapot to be old, with the old-fashioned voice saying this, it is even more lovely.

Someone else was sheltering from the rain, just listening to the words of Ning Que, and subconsciously turned to look at Ning Que, and after a slight startled, he couldn’t help but laugh. This person is a middle-aged man, and he is attached to the sword at the edge of the azure clothes. There is a sense of free and easy in the eyebrows of the eyebrows. The smile appears to have illumined a few points.

Ning Que found out that there were people outside, knowing that the other party had heard their own swear words, and it was a bit embarrassing. The low cough turned to look at the corner of the palace in the rainy days, pretending that nothing happened.

The middle-aged man was probably a little boring. He turned to walk into the shop and took a random look along the wall with his hands. His eyes showed appreciation and horror, but he did not seem to save money.

As the so-called scholars always have to be a bit of a scholar, Ning Que is lazy to say what guests, although the other is the first guest since the opening of the old pen, it has a profound historical significance.

Middle-aged man After reading the lap, he returned to Ning Que and smiled and said: “Little Boss…”

Without waiting for him to finish the whole sentence, Ning Que smiled and corrected: “Please call me Boss, don’t call me a little Boss because I look at the age, just like I won’t look at you, you will call you with a sword. For the sword… guest.”

“Well, little Boss.” The middle-aged man didn’t change the title, said with a smile: “I would like to know why you would be willing to rent a shop that no one is willing to rent for three months.”

Ning Que replied: “The place is clean, the environment is good, the front store is behind the house, I don’t make sense.”

Middle-aged man lightly smiled said: “I just want to remind you that the reason why this shop is so cheap has not been rented out, not because others are stupid than you, but because the house department clearing warehouse is to be expanded, Chang An House I always wanted to take back the pavement of this street. You know that the compensation given by the government has always been very small. The risk of renting the pavement is too great. It may be bloodless at any time. You said that the place is quiet. Did you not notice that the shops next to it are all closed? of?”

Ning Que frowned and looked at the person and asked, “Why do you know these things?”

Middle-aged man calmly replied: “Because the pavements on both sides of the street are all mine.”