PS: It's four chapters, more than 13,000 words, Xiaohu is still working hard to code words, can you add some motivation to Xiaohu?

After chatting for a while, the resentment in Chen Ping's heart slowly disappeared, mainly because Zhao Qiong, this kid, was too thick-skinned, and he didn't have the consciousness of being ashamed to come to the door to disturb others.

Huang Qian made tea for the two, sat on the side and watched TV, the two chatted for more than ten minutes, and then heard a knock on the door. Chen Ping glanced at Zhao Qiong, Zhao Qiong was very interested in running over to open the door, and five or six men came in, ranging in age, from those in their twenties to those in their thirties.

The book friend who looked older at the front smiled apologetically at Chen Ping, and said: "Take the liberty to bother, and please don't mind mortals, mainly because I heard that mortals have come to SZ, and I can't help but want to come to talk to mortals for a while, and by the way, make up for the regret that the signing meeting was not there and drank with mortals." Let me introduce myself, my name is Dong Ziruo, and the ID of the starting point is: Wandering Poet. ”

"Mortals are big, I'm a red apricot don't go out of the wall."

"I am ......"

……

After waiting for a few book friends to introduce themselves, Chen Ping stared at the 'red apricot don't go out of the wall' for a while, which was a man who looked a little old, with a beard on his face. Your sister, the standard appearance of a big man with a picky foot, actually gave an ID of 'red apricot don't go out of the wall', are you warning your own woman or hinting at other women?

The room, which was originally relatively spacious, seemed a little cramped and crowded after a few book friends came in, and there was no way, so Chen Ping had to agree to the request of a few book friends and follow them out to eat and drink. Huang Qian didn't follow, she was a little tired today. Later, I will have to ask the hotel waiter to take away the clothes that need to be washed.

Dong Ziruo, that is, the wandering poet. The old wetness in Zhao Qiong's mouth. He came by car, Hongxing didn't go out of the wall by car, and other book friends came by car. Counting the number of people, there are seven people in total, and two cars are enough. Chen Ping and Zhao Qiong got into Dong Ziruo's car, and there was another book friend, this book friend was called Wang Quan.

On the way, Dong Ziruo wholeheartedly asked Chen Ping if he had tasted authentic Su's dishes in SZ, and Chen Ping told him that he had a meal in Songhe Tower. Dong Ziruo shook his head undeniably. Said: "Although Songhelou is a century-old brand, the dishes in it are too formal, and they are not as comfortable as some home-cooked dishes. Let's go to a private restaurant that few people know about now, the proprietress really has a unique skill, and they also have home-brewed rice wine, which should also be tasted. ”

Hearing Dong Ziruo talk about private dishes, and few people know about it, Chen Ping has a bottom in his heart. People who can drive a private car in 05 must be people with a solid family background. In addition, Dong Ziruo's way of speaking always gave Chen Ping a sense of programming, so Chen Ping secretly guessed that this Dong Ziruo would not be a government worker, right?

It took more than half an hour and countless corners before the car stopped.

It was less than two minutes after a few people got out of the car. The car with the red apricot don't go out of the wall has also arrived.

This is a small courtyard that looks ordinary, similar to the ancient buildings shown on TV, and there is actually a plaque hanging on the door.

"Nalan Garden."

Looking at Chen Ping, he looked puzzled. Hongxing didn't go out of the wall and hurriedly explained: "The owner's surname is Nalan, and I don't know when I lived here." Anyway, this yard has a long history. You see, this piece is basically preserved Haode ancient buildings. In the past, those who could afford to live in such a house were rich and noble. I heard that their ancestors were still Manchu nobles! ”

A few people walked into the small courtyard, only to find that there was indeed a hole inside.

There is a screen wall facing the gate with bamboo painted on it, and since it is night, the light is not strong, so it is not possible to see whether the picture is good or bad. Turning left at the entrance is a cloister, which is very long and leads to the depths of the courtyard. There are several dim lamps hanging in the cloister, which makes the whole cloister seem dark. Bamboo and other plants are planted on both sides of the cloister, but the lights are too dim to make out what they are.

Nowadays, the hotel pays attention to bright lighting, and I can't wait to let every part of the house be displayed in front of the guests.

The artistic conception is there, it depends on how the dishes are.

Except for Dong Ziruo and Hongxing, the others were all amazed. Even Zhao Qiong, a person from the capital, was surprised, with a different look in his eyes.

I originally thought that the corridor was leading directly to the backyard, but I didn't expect to turn the corner after walking the corridor for more than ten meters, and after turning the corner, the scene in front became brighter.

Lights shine through the doors and windows of these tiled houses, as if they are prominent in the bamboo forest.

"Hello, Hongxing. Hello, red apricot. ”

Suddenly, a strange voice came from the corridor, very sharp, like a bird pinched in its throat.

Except for Dong Ziruo and Hongxing, several other people looked for sounds, but there was no one in the corridor, and their faces were all suspicious, Zhao Qiong was better, her face was only slightly surprised, and she turned her head back and forth to find a sound.

"You don't have to look for it, you will find it a few steps further."

Dong Ziruo said softly and continued to walk forward with a few people. Sure enough, after walking a few steps, I saw a birdcage hanging at the end of the corridor, and inside the birdcage was a colorful parrot.

"The old wet is coming, the old wet is coming!"

Seeing a few people walk in, the parrot jumped up in the cage and spoke again.

"Haha, this bird is interesting."

A book friend couldn't help but smile when he looked at the parrot.

Just as a few people stopped to watch the parrot, a figure walked quickly towards several people. When I walked in, I found that it was a middle-aged man.

"Director Dong, it's been a long time."

"Director Dong, it's been a long time!" Parrot.

Chen Ping said secretly: If it is really as he guessed, Dong Ziruo is a government worker. At the same time, he was secretly frightened, Dong Ziruo looked like he was only thirty-five or sixteen years old, and he was already the director, and his family must be ......

Zhao Qiong's expression when she saw Dong Ziruo also changed, and after a flash of curiosity in her eyes, she became calm again. Several other book friends are not as calm and relaxed as Zhao Qiong. After hearing Dong Ziruo's identity, the expression on his face changed impermanently.

"Huh. It's been a busy time, so I'm bringing a few friends over for dinner today. You ask your daughter-in-law to cook a few more specialty dishes, and you can bring your rice wine to the altar. ”

"Still sitting in the east room?"

"Hmm."

While talking, several people followed the middle-aged man to the easternmost room, the antique fragrance is not exaggerated at all, the room is full of old wooden tables and chairs, some are even a little cracked, people look frightened, no one dares to guarantee that when they will sit down, they will suddenly fall to the ground.

"Don't worry. These tables and chairs are sturdy. To put it mildly, the value of this set of tables and chairs is much higher than the net worth of several of us combined. "Hong Xing didn't go out of the wall and sat directly at the door, this position was made by the lowest-ranking person, and played a service role in the banquet.

Dong Ziruo unceremoniously sat in the innermost position, facing the door, and then asked Chen Ping to sit next to him, and then said with a smile: "If there are no mortals, what you said may be right." But mortals are great here. The value of this set of tables and chairs is a bit insufficient. ”

Listening to them, Chen Ping had a conclusion in his heart. This table and chair must have been handed down from ancient times, and although it is practical furniture, the material and age are certainly sufficient. It's a pity that Chen Ping doesn't understand these things and can't see the specific value of these things. At the same time, I also secretly thought that this owner has such a house. There are also things in the house, and I don't want to open a private restaurant to make a living.

After a few people were seated. The middle-aged man went and returned, holding a large jar in his arms. It seems that there are at least five catties of wine in it.

"This is a ten years of zuihou's altar, if you don't come, I wouldn't be willing to take it out." The middle-aged man said, put the wine jar on the table of the house, and then took out cigarettes and distributed them to several people, Chen Ping waved his hand, indicating that he did not smoke. The middle-aged man was not reluctant, but smiled and said, "It's good not to smoke, not only is it healthy, but it is also not nagging by his wife." ”

Dong Ziruo smiled after hearing this, and said, "Brother Zhang, you have to be careful, in case your sister-in-law hears it, you will definitely not be better." ”

Brother Zhang didn't refute, he smiled, turned around and walked out.

After he went out, Dong Ziruo said: "He is the owner of this family, and his ancestor changed his surname in order to avoid the warlord scuffle." ”

When Dong Ziruo spoke, Hongxing had already opened the wine jar by herself when she came out of the wall, and suddenly a faint fragrance wafted through the room. The few people who made it again, including Dong Ziruo, all had a light in their eyes, and they all came today who loved wine, and they all looked like they were enjoying the taste.

"It's really ten years, hmph, the last time I came, I actually told me that there was no more, and I got a jar for five years." Hongxing couldn't help but complain when he came out of the wall, but there was not the slightest dissatisfaction on his face. As if he were at home, he quickly found seven small bowls, and no one poured a bowl, and without beckoning anyone else, he swallowed them in one gulp.

After closing his eyes for a moment, he suddenly spoke.

"It's really good wine."

Wine lovers naturally have no spicy feeling when they first enter the mouth, but rice wine has a lot of stamina. If you want to drink, you have to drink it quickly, you can't taste it slowly, the longer the time you drink, the more you drink, maybe you don't drink much to Zuihou, but you get drunk first.

A few people also learned from the red apricot not to go out of the wall, swallowing it in one bite, leaving a fragrance on their lips and teeth.

After a bowl of wine, the topic became more.

"Mortal is big, why did you suddenly remember SZ?" A book friend asked.

Chen Ping put down the wine bowl, added his lips, his eyes were bright, and said: "I hold my code words at home every day, and I am a little bored, so I want to come out for a walk, if I don't take advantage of my youth to take a walk and see the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, I will be older in the future, and I can't see it if I want to." ”

"That is, in the past two years, the domestic tourism industry has developed rapidly, and many places are building scenic spots. And now the transportation is also a lot more convenient, and it is also convenient to travel. Another book friend picked it up.

"Mortal great, why hasn't the book "Empty Same" been published yet? It's been so long. A young book friend asked.

That is, the contract of "Kongtong" has been signed for so long, why is there no news of it being put on sale yet? was reminded by a book friend, Chen Ping also felt that it had been a long time.

"I don't know, I cared about this thing when I signed the publishing agreement, and the rest of the time it was handed over to the publishing house to be responsible. I guess it's going to be soon, right? ”

"I read a little bit of the book "Empty Same", and it has a bit of flavor. It's very good, and when it goes on sale, I'm sure to buy a copy to support it. Hong Xing said again: "By the way, mortal great, why did the book "Demon Law" suddenly change its style, which is very different from the style of your first two books. It's so wicked and shameless, and it's obscene. Hey, though, I like it. As he spoke, he winked at Chen Ping, making Chen Ping shiver.

"Hongxing is right, the three books of the mortal Dada are actually three styles, and sometimes I can't help but wonder if this is a book written by the mortal Da himself. You know, no matter how innovative a person's ideas are, his style of acting will more or less continue. In the mortal body, I didn't even see this, it's unbelievable. Dong Ziruo also shook his head and muttered to himself.

The words of the two made Chen Ping secretly frightened, Nima, he was still seen through by someone with a heart. However, fortunately, no one knows that they are plagiarized at this time, so there is no need to be afraid.

"Getting used to this kind of stuff is sometimes good, but sometimes it can be harmful." Wang Quan, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke, "If mortals have been using a style for a long time, they will slowly form their own writing routines, and once the routines are formed, it will be much more difficult to change them later." In this way, each book uses a routine, unless there is a novel plot, otherwise, it is easy to make the reader's vision tired. I prefer the non-stop changing style of mortals, "Immortal Rebellion" creates a new genre of Xianxia, "The Best Family" brings a wave of poetry through the show, I don't know if "Demon Law" will bring a belly spoof wind, mortals can bring up a style in every book, if they continue to change in the future, or in a few years, mortals will be able to become the first all-rounder in online literature. ”

Wang Quan didn't say anything after he came in, I thought he was a person who was not good at words, but I didn't expect that after he said this, several people looked at him in surprise, and at the same time nodded in agreement.

All-rounder in online literature?

What a name is this?

While a few people were chatting, Brother Zhang came in again, this time, it was to serve the food.

As Dong Ziruo said, although Chen Ping came to SZ for the first time, looking at the appearance and ingredients of these dishes, they are very ordinary, and the characteristics and embodiment of home-cooked dishes just don't know how they taste.

After starting, Chen Ping's eyes lit up, not bad.

The speed of serving the food was very fast, and a plate of dishes had not moved a few chopsticks, and the next dish was served, and seven or eight plates were served, and Brother Zhang told Dong Ziruo that there were still two soups to wait for.

The rice wine is also rapidly declining, and after a while, several people have drunk more than half of the rice wine as a drink.

"Everyone, don't shout that mortals are big, I listen to some raw points, those who are older than me call me Xiao Chen, and those who are younger than me can just shout Brother Ping." Chen Ping put down his chopsticks and said, then picked up the wine bowl, saluted in the void, and continued: "I didn't expect the book friends to be so enthusiastic. ”

Seeing Chen Ping drink it in one gulp, several other people followed suit. The atmosphere was even hotter, like a gathering of old friends. (To be continued......)