Chapter 7: Yoyo Drama Book Becomes Famous

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"Why are you sleeping here?" he said suddenly, startling me.

"I didn't sleep, no...... I'm sleeping, just ...... Take a nap. If I hadn't changed my mouth in time, he would have asked me, "What are you doing instead of sleeping?" How would I explain why I was sitting motionless on the floor?

"I'm sorry to take up your room, or you wouldn't have to sleep on the floor. He looked at me apologetically, and his voice was a little weaker. "I've cleaned up the house, you can go back and lie down on the bed and sleep, you will catch a cold if you sleep on the floor. ā€

"No, I do it a lot. Now that you're done, let's go back. With that, I took his hand and walked towards the bamboo house.

I didn't expect him to withdraw his hand with force, as if I would be charged to him. I turned around and saw him looking at me in astonishment, but then he laughed again and said something I didn't quite understand: "I forgot, you have always lived in the mountains, and you don't know how to defend men and women." ā€

I showed him my question with my eyes, but he smiled even more, just said "let's go" and walked in front of me, and I didn't ask much, so I had to follow.

When they entered the house, the two of them didn't have much to say. I live alone most of the time on this empty Yunrong Mountain, and I rarely speak, and I don't know what to say to him, and as for why he doesn't talk to me, only he knows.

I sat on the bamboo chair in front of the table, watching him look here and there in the room, and suddenly he turned his head and asked me: "The girl's 'Fengming Mountain Meandering Water Flow Picture' is very meaningful, I don't know which person's hand?"

I looked at the scroll that had been hanging there for nearly a hundred years and said, "That was painted by my master." ā€

"The ink painting of the Venerable Master can be regarded as the transformation realm, just looking at the dexterity and vividness of the flow of this water wave, it is not something that ordinary people can do. I don't know where the Venerable Master is now, but I really want to ask him for a lesson or two. ā€

I don't know anything about the artistic conception, and I only know a little bit about painting, and I thought, "It's just that the master scribbles casually, has it really reached the realm of transformation?"

He looked at the others at random, then suddenly turned around again, and said, "I don't know the girl's name yet." ā€

"What?" I didn't react.

"I don't know what to give in return for the girl who saved me, but if no one even knows the girl's name, wouldn't it be too unkind?" he had walked across from me and sat down on the bamboo chair like me.

"Oh, the name. "I remembered the rabbit on the hill, and he also asked me for my name, and teased me for my uncreative name. Although I don't want to admit it, I also feel that this is the case in my heart, and now that someone asks me my name, I don't dare to speak casually. Moreover, no matter how you call it, Qingteng doesn't look like a human name.

Seeing that I didn't say my name for so long, he seemed a little disappointed, "Isn't it inconvenient for the girl to reveal it?"

When I saw the disappointment in his eyes, my heart suddenly softened, and I quickly said, "No, in fact, my name is ...... My ......eyes quickly swept over the furnishings in the room, and I thought, "Table, chair, paper, drawing, pen, book" No, I can't call it like that, and suddenly a green color came into view, and there it was!

"My name is Bishang, yes, Bishang. With a sigh of relief, I finally got the name done.

"Bishang? He looked at me, and I followed his gaze and looked down, and it turned out that I was also dressed in green. This dress was brought down by the master from the Nine Heavens, saying that the Weaver Girl in the sky was woven with ice silk, and it was cool and silky to wear, not only did it not deform or fade, but it could also resist some mana attacks, and there were only five pieces in the sky and on the ground. This one was brought by the master from the Heavenly Emperor's grandson, Tianchen Shenjun.

According to the master, the god monarch originally wanted to use this dress to please the goddess he loved, but he didn't want to meet my master halfway, and he should be unlucky. In this way, this ice silkworm robe is in my hands. As for how Master came here, he has always refused to tell me that he made the means not very bright, and he didn't want to destroy his image, but in fact, Master has no image in my heart for a long time, and he himself still doesn't know.

"Well, I don't know what my name is or where I live. He sighed suddenly, and his words were full of loneliness. Then I remembered his pity and wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know how to comfort him. On the contrary, he was only stunned for a moment, and then regained his previous gentle and smiling appearance, thinking that he should be an open-minded and cheerful person, otherwise he would not have said such words: "Not only that, but also don't bother to think about it, maybe my family and friends are looking for me at the bottom of the mountain, and when I go down the mountain tomorrow, I will be able to meet them." Even if you can't touch it, it doesn't matter, just look elsewhere. It's good to take a stroll around the mountains and rivers, and you should be a long traveler. ā€

I nodded, on the one hand I felt that he had a point, and on the other hand, I didn't want to see him lonely again.

"Why don't you give yourself a name for the time being, so that it will be convenient for me to call you. "I built yƬ road.

"Well, anyway, it is not possible to know my life experience for a while, but what is the name of it? Why don't you take one for me, the girl is kind enough to take me in, and it is my honor to be named by the girl." As he spoke, the corners of his eyes and lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of banter, but I could still see the anticipation and apprehension behind the banter, and he was expecting me to give him a name. I didn't want to disappoint him, but it was so hard to choose a name, just choosing a name for myself almost drained my spirit, and taking another one would make my head hurt.

"I won't choose a name, so you can choose it yourself. Sure enough, I saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

He walked over to the row of bookshelves and picked out a book from above, the title of which I couldn't make out from my perspective. After turning a few pages, I don't know why, he turned his head to look at me again, and he looked at me like that, with a deep look in his eyes, as if he could suck people in. I was stared at by his eyes and my heart was beating faster, and I subconsciously covered my chest with my hands, only to feel the blood gushing up disobediently, and my cheeks were hot, I had never felt like this, and I panicked for a while.

He saw my embarrassed appearance, "poof" laughed, he laughed at me and annoyed, how can there be such a person, people are already red-faced, but he still laughs at people. So I said angrily: "You can laugh so happily with a book, you might as well call it a 'book'!"

Unexpectedly, he liked the name instead, and he opened his mouth to agree, "Okay, the girl in Bishang is really good at writing, and I will call it a book from then on." ā€

He must have deliberately been angry with me, I have no good literary talents, except for the "Book of Songs" and "Zhuangzi" that my master taught me to read, I have never read any other books. Besides, what's so good about being named a book, which can't be eaten or worn, and isn't as fragrant as a flower.