After seven days of retreat, Song Beiyun, who had no ears to what was going on outside the window, finally completed the first and second parts of his monumental work "A Curtain of Spring Dreams", called "Acquaintance" and "Parting".

An acquaintance, famous flowers love each other, and the sun shines three springs. The little boy, the girl like a flower, started from a laugh, hazy, birds singing and flowers, but only because the boy was from a low background and the family was poor, but the girl was a woman in the family and was destined to become the wife of the prince.

The two little guesses were finally separated by a high wall. That day of parting, he was outside the wall, she was in the wall, and there were thousands of sorrows in her heart, and the rain was like a curtain, and her heart was like ashes. She cried out, "Go ahead, don't suffer from the cold", but he could only choke speechlessly.

The apricot blossom day in the south of the Yangtze River, a kind of lovesickness, implicated at both ends, this situation can be recalled, and then the eyebrows are on the heart.

Before leaving, he glanced back at the big man, his heart was full of indignation, and he secretly swore in his heart that one day he would step on this high wall, no matter what the price was, even if it was ten or twenty years, with this perseverance would never change, and my fate would not be up to me.

"Woo......" Zuo Rou cried like a beaten dog, holding the manuscript and her heart was broken: "Bastard, why can't you let them be together!" Why is it so torturous? ”

Qiaoyun next to her also had red eyes, and when she looked at Song Beiyun, she couldn't help but feel a little more complaining, and her little daughter's thoughts all flowed out in that eye wave.

"Don't cry on my manuscript!"

"You're not human...... You're not human...... Song Beiyun...... Woo ......" Zuo Rou threw down the manuscript, lay on Song Beiyun's bed and cried loudly.

Qiao Yun was obviously also infected by her emotions, and strongly brought into her identity, a female warrior who went to the battlefield without blinking, tears just dripping down her cheeks and falling on her legs.

"Ahh Don't do that! Song Beiyun picked up the manuscript: "This is the story!" It's the story! Fake! ”

"You lie to people......" Zuo Rou turned around, her eyes were already swollen: "Woo......"

"Then you cry, I'll polish it again."

"Don't go!"

Zuo Rou rushed up and hugged Song Beiyun's waist, wiped snot and tears on his shirt, and shouted while sobbing: "You say! You said! What happened to them later, tell me quickly! If you don't say it, I won't let you go!" ”

"Go away!" Song Beiyun pressed her head: "Urge, urge, urge, you urge you to die, haven't I written it yet." ”

"Oh?" Zuo Rou sat up suddenly: "And the back?" ”

"This is only the first part or two, and there is still a long way to go."

Zuo Rou's eyes rolled: "Qiaoyun, up!" Take this guy, take him and lock him up in the cellar of the Guogong Mansion, and don't write it out and don't give him food. ”

"Sick." Song Beiyun walked back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back: "Wait for Yan Shu to come over, let him take a look." ”

"Oh...... Qiaoqiao, I haven't seen Qiaoqiao these days. ”

"I miss her more than you do." Song Beiyun sighed and said: "Because of Jin Ling'er's scourge, I feel sad when I gather less and leave more." ”

While he was talking, there was a knock on the door outside, and Qiaoyun went to open the door, and saw Yan Shu standing at the door, holding a fan and a basket of persimmons.

"Come, eat persimmons." Yan Shu didn't recognize his life either, he stretched the frame in his hand forward: "Stolen from the tree of the household servant, sweet." ”

Qiao Yun glanced at Yan Shu with a strange expression, his eyes were full of disdain, and he looked like he was afraid that this guy would bring Song Beiyun to death.

But Yan Shucai didn't care about this, walked into the front of the hall with a basket, and began to shout before he entered the door: "You let me see something." ”

Song Beiyun's head poked out of the window: "What nonsense, hurry up." ”

Half an hour later, Yan Shu ate persimmons resentfully, tears were already wet on his chest, but the hand holding the pen wrote a poem "A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old." When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone. ”。

This little word has a strong taste, with a touch of sadness, and suddenly the emotions of Qiaoyun and Zuo Rou are pushed back, and the three of them are now standing there crying, and the atmosphere in the whole room is strange and depressing.

On the contrary, Song Beiyun, the initiator, stood there holding a bowl, eating persimmons spoonful by spoonful, his face was as calm as a dead man, and he did not waver at all.

"Song Beiyun, you're not human...... It's not human......" Zuo Rou began to chant again: "Why are you so cruel." ”

"Or else?" Song Beiyun sent a spoonful of persimmon juice into his mouth: "I'm crying with you?" ”

"Aang!" Zuo Rou nodded vigorously: "Why don't you cry, don't say that you don't understand human nature." ”

"What does it mean to be inhuman." Song Beiyun picked up another persimmon: "I'm the one who wrote, if I can't keep calm, you guys look at a fart." ”

Yan Shu also came back to his senses at this moment, leaned back in the chair and sighed: "This kind of article is simple and unpretentious, but it is simple, which makes people's hearts sour and unbearable...... It's sour. ”

"Nonsense, it's not for you, it's for those who don't read much and know some words." Song Beiyun pointed to the manuscript: "Okay?" ”

"That's good." Yan Shu nodded again and again: "At first, the sweetness still had an aftertaste, and the spicy taste came suddenly, and then there was a faint bitterness and a shallow sourness." The parting soul is like a curtain, the wild goose is in the cloud, the fish is in the water, and the melancholy is difficult to send. With the ups and downs of this word in my heart, I was happy and sorrowful, and finally fell silent. The boy embarked on a journey, and he didn't know where he went. The woman was trapped in the wall, her body unmoved, but her heart was dead. Sad...... Sad...... Sad ......"

"Woo......"

Zuo Rou threw herself on the bed and cried again, crying so much that she couldn't get enough of it, and kept slapping the bed with her hand, banging.

"Find someone, copy!" Song Beiyun wiped his nose: "Let everyone take a look." ”

"Oh?" Yan Shu glanced at Song Beiyun: "You want to make trouble again?" ”

"What do you mean by messing around, won't you sneak in and copy books?" Song Beiyun slapped the table: "Go to the countryside, find some talented people who are in the first place, give them a sum of money, and invite a few storytellers, and talk all over the street!" ”

Yan Shu didn't understand what Song Beiyun was going to do, but he saw that the words "unfinished to be continued" at the back of the manuscript were really eye-catching, and in order to continue to understand the follow-up plot, Yan Shu had to unconditionally agree with Song Beiyun's decision.

And Song Beiyun is not afraid of slowness, after all, the king of the Southern Courtyard will stay here for a long time for the princess on both sides of Zhang Luo to choose a son-in-law, I am afraid that he will not go back this year, and this side has also sent a vassal king of similar status to Daliao to undertake this matter, so there is no need to worry about the update not catching up with the progress.

So in this case, let this miserable young man continue to run, and this kind of word book is actually not without in the Great Song Dynasty, Song Beiyun also deliberately wrote a line on the title page of the volume, "There is nothing new under the sun, if there is any similarity, it is purely a coincidence", so even if people poke the Queen Mother and the King of the Southern Courtyard, they are helpless, because as soon as there is a move, it is equivalent to confirming the statement in this book.

And what Song Beiyun wants to do after that is in the background of the air, but people can still see at a glance who this pair of golden boys and girls are talking about, which is a little difficult but not difficult, after all, what he did the most after being paralyzed in his previous life was to look at all kinds of techniques, and he was very familiar with all kinds of techniques.

The first two chapters are even if they are appetizing, but now because of the large-scale reclamation of Luzhou, paper has become extremely cheap, and the Great Song Dynasty has entered the point where everyone can afford books, so take advantage of this shareholder wind and hurry up to build this momentum!

In the Great Song Dynasty, if you want to find a big man with strong martial arts, it is very difficult, but if you want to find a down-and-out scholar who can write well but can't afford to eat, he can kill eight people by throwing a brick on the street. So in the afternoon of the same day, under the leadership of Qiaoyun, Song Beiyun asked someone to find some scholars, hired more than a dozen scholars with a high salary of 10,000 words, and rented a room to start copying books frantically.

In this process, he didn't show up the whole time, they were all led by people in the rivers and lakes recognized by Qiaoyun, these people are doing this kind of human snake business, giving people the lead and charging some intermediary fees from it, it is impossible for the court to catch them, all of them are as slippery as rats, as long as they give money, they can do things properly, this kind of human snake They only take one to two percent of the profit, which is very cheap and easy to use.

"It's getting colder." Qiaoyun walked over and put a fur coat on Song Beiyun: "Don't be freezing." ”

Song Beiyun didn't look back, just silently let out a sigh and looked at the sky: "It's going to snow tomorrow." ”

"Nonsense, how can it snow so early, this is Jinling, not Bianliang."

Song Beiyun smiled, hugged Qiaoyun's little face and kissed it, and then leaned into her ear and whispered a few words, Qiaoyun bit her lip after hearing this, and nodded with a slightly red face.

But at this time, someone is always going to make trouble, Zuo Rou jumped out of nowhere, and walked in front of Song Beiyun with a fierce attitude: "Don't write yet!" ”

"You're not bothered." Song Beiyun turned around and ignored her.

"Qiaoyun, what did this guy say to you just now? I see that your face is red. Zuo Rou saw that Song Beiyun ignored him, so he turned around and harassed Qiaoyun: "You say, I'm in charge for you." ”

"It's not ......" Qiaoyun was exposed, and her face blushed even more: "Miss, it's really okay." ”

"Hmph." Zuo Rou glanced at it: "Anyway, it's okay today, Qiaoyun, you sleep with me at night." ”

"You can't die." Song Beiyun finally couldn't help it: "You can stay wherever it is cool, don't have you anywhere." ”

Zuo Rou crossed her waist and thought about it, and smiled: "Then you can write it quickly!" ”

"You're really a-stirrer." Song Beiyun was annoyed by her: "Can't I go?" ”

"No, I'll go with you! If I don't look at you, the devil knows what you're going to do. Zuo Rou dragged Song Beiyun to the study, and then said with a sly face: "Don't you just want to be intimate with Qiaoyun." Yes, I do, but you have to write the story first, or you don't expect it! ”

"You're afraid you're dying." Song Beiyun locked Zuo Rou's neck with his arm from behind: "Don't blame me for being rude if you make trouble again." ”