Since Nie Yunzhu and Hu Tao came out of Jinfeng Building two years ago, although they live together like sisters, and the two of them also try their best to take on some of the work they can, but in fact, the master and servant are still master and servant after all, and most of the housework is still undertaken by Hu Tao, Nie Yunzhu just does some simple things. She embroiders some beautiful brocade every day, occasionally takes some embroidered handkerchiefs on the soles, and goes to Jinfeng Lou every few days to teach a piano song, so as to maintain this family, of course, because her embroidery is a boutique route for self-entertainment, the quality is good, but the effort and cost are also high, after all, there is not much money.

Since Hu Tao was seriously ill last month, Nie Yunzhu has inevitably had to take on these things, she can still cook simple meals, and there is nothing to do with laundry - not skilled, maybe not as clean as Hu Tao. It's just that I bought the old hen a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I wanted to stew it to replenish the walnut body, and I put several baskets in a row after the last day.

I didn't dare to kill the hen after catching it, so I let the hen run away, chased all the way and jumped into the river, and threw away the kitchen knife, and also affected the passers-by who kindly pulled me. People rescued themselves, and their first reaction after waking up was to slap the other party, and then the next day the kitchen knife was also seen by the other party, and they also helped themselves kill the chicken......

She is also a calm and calm woman, Qinglou has seen many people for many years, and she still values her image, who knows that what she has seen this time is all humiliating, and she feels embarrassed when she thinks about it. A few days ago, I got sick with Hu Tao, but fortunately, the wind and cold were not heavy, but it was also after the Mid-Autumn Festival. Huyan Lei Feng ...... Huyan Lei Feng didn't know if Lu Dao was right, who knew that Lu Dao was here today, but he met it again.

Nie Yunzhu used to read a lot of people, this young man was probably in his early twenties, and he seemed to be gentle, but in hindsight, he acted in a way that was quite different from others, speaking and doing things like this, looking indifferent and casual. From his reaction after saving himself and slapping him to helping him kill the chicken and talk and leave, it is also the same. Nie Yunzhu followed at this time, and saw that he really wanted to buy charcoal, but when he looked at the charcoal and talked with the boss a few more words, the situation was a little different.

The time is close to late autumn, winter is approaching, most people have to buy carbon at home, and naturally there are places to sell it in bulk, but this store actually packs up bags of carbon and sells them in bags. After the man had spoken to the shopkeeper, he poured a large bag of charcoal on the ground, took a cloth bag, and squatted there to pick up the charcoal strips one by one.

After just looking at it for a moment, Nie Yunzhu followed, stopped behind the other party's side, and bent down: "Engong? ”

"Huh?" The man turned his head to look at her, but he recognized her, "Oh, it's you, such a coincidence." "My men are still concentrating on charcoal.

This reaction and statement are a bit strange, Confucian culture has now developed to the peak, all kinds of etiquette to deal with quite complex and exquisite, if the average man sees a woman coming, he has to stand upright, gentle, this kind of elegant atmosphere has been the habit of the whole society. However, "Oh, it's you, such a coincidence" said casually, Nie Yunzhu encountered it for the first time, but it was a natural feeling. She was slightly stunned, blinked, then pulled up her skirt and squatted down beside her.

"Eun Gong ......"

"Heh, it's just a matter of killing a chicken, it's okay, you don't need to call me Engong." The man smiled and waved his hand casually.

"Isn't it true that Engong only remembers killing chickens in his heart, but doesn't remember saving his concubine from the river?"

"Ah......h

The other party was stunned, and then he reacted, Nie Yunzhu couldn't help laughing, the two were squatting side by side in front of the pile of charcoal at this time, Nie Yunzhu tilted his head to look at him: "The name of the concubine is Nie Yunzhu." After waiting for a while, he made sure that the other party could remember the name before he said, "Is Engong's name called Huyan Lei Feng?" ”

"Huh, Huyan Lei Feng ......"

For a while, the man's expression seemed to twitch slightly, which was very complicated, and then he laughed: "Hehe, Ning Yi." He said, "Ning Yi, Ning Liheng." ”

Hearing this name, Nie Yunzhu was also stunned. ,

"Water Tune Song ......"

"That person's name is Ning Yi, and the word is ...... Heng"

"Su Fu Son-in-law, Oh ......"

"Maybe it's a person who bought poetry to sell his reputation and reputation......"

The surprise of the words at first glance in the Golden Wind Pavilion was still haunting in his mind at this time, and the discussion of the girls suddenly flashed over. Ning Yi Ning Liheng. Originally, she just admired the words, and she hadn't had time to digest the charm of the poem itself, and she didn't have many ideas to talk about gossip with others, so the name didn't matter to her at all, and she didn't even think about it, but at this time, it had an impact on her mind.

She was stunned for a long time, and then she reacted: "Young Master Ning...... I don't know what to do with this charcoal? ”

"Well, it's for writing." Ning Yi knocked on the wooden board on the ground that was coated with a layer of white paint, and then took a piece of charcoal with powder and wrote a Nie character on the ground, he probably wanted to write the name Nie Yunzhu he heard just now, but he still paused when the Nie character was written to the last stroke, probably thinking that it was a little rude to write the other party's name like this, so he changed the place slightly and wrote the word "Ning Yi".

The font follows the path of regular script, strong and powerful, and after writing the last stroke, the charcoal is also pinched off. Nie Yunzhu himself also has attainments in calligraphy, a little measurement in his heart, the method of holding charcoal is different from holding a brush, if he takes the charcoal strip to write, this font must be far inferior, he can use charcoal to write like this, the understanding of calligraphy is afraid that he has become a family.

In these years, poetry and calligraphy are a family, and most of the people who have advanced attainments in calligraphy can be called the last generation of Confucianism, and they are not much worse. Nie Yunzhu thought to himself that the rumors were really unbelievable. How did she know that Ning Yi's brush words were just visible, but she used chalk and pens to write various artistic fonts that were practiced, and later had an identity and status, and a set off of the mood, and the handwriting added a bit of momentum.

Practicing calligraphy is not an overnight effort, and you can't let those students who practice calligraphy all day long feel that the teacher's font is ugly......

"When you get it to class, you can use this whiteboard to write, you can erase it, if you write it, if you have a sand table, the outline is not clear enough, you always have to sweep it around, and the sand table is flat, and the students are tired when they see it, this can be hung vertically."

"Classroom...... School? Is Ning Gongzi a gentleman in the school? ”

"Well, the elementary school, teach a few stupid students to read and write......

"Huh...... Ning Gongzi, is this okay? ”

The Qinglou Chu Pavilion pays attention to the social art of how to get along with people naturally, as long as he is prepared, Nie Yunzhu is confident that he can talk to anyone naturally without feeling embarrassed. This time it was natural, but it was not because of himself, but because of the other party's attitude, the two of them selected those charcoal strips, and after a while, they filled the small cloth bag, and their hands were already black. When paying, Ning Yi paid more than ten yuan for this small bag of charcoal.

"The store is so unreasonable, and this carbon bar will charge more than a dozen yuan." Out of the door, Nie Yunzhu said.

"Heh, it's not good to disturb people, I guess I heard that I was going to use it in the school to let me pick and choose like this, and the identity of the teacher is still quite useful."

"If you want to buy it next time, you might as well buy a few bags and choose them at home, anyway, you can save all this money if you want to use it at home."

"Ha Luha, next time I won't come to choose, let those students bring some suitable ones to the school."

After a while, the two of them washed their hands by the Qinhuai River, one carrying a wooden board and charcoal, and one carrying a cloth bag and a medicine bag, walking forward one after the other, Nie Yunzhu talked about falling into the river and being rescued by him, Ning Yi just waved his hand, said that it was not a big deal, and brought it over lightly.

The two occasionally talked a few words, the atmosphere was naturally a little strange, the two walked out of a paragraph, and Nie Yunzhu, who was walking one step behind, thought about the artistic conception of the water tune song head, and suddenly felt that maybe only such a free and calm person could write such a poem.

After walking out of this way, he arrived at a river bay, Ning Yi stopped, and said goodbye, not far from the river bank is sparkling and quiet, willow green, a tea shop and a few small shops are located there, there is a small chess stall next to the tea shop, two old people are playing a game there, one of them is full of silk and satin, quite expensive.

She saluted the other party and said goodbye, said a few words and then paused for a while, and walked forward, and the other party also walked a short distance, in the direction of the tea shop chess stall, the two old men seemed to know him, smiled and said something, and vaguely heard his voice coming.

“…… I have been so miserable by the two of them in the past few days...... This morning, that Yu Zixing came to me......"

She walked over, and when she looked back, the man was sitting there watching chess, taking a cup of tea in his hand and taking a sip. There is not much intersection between the two, and without the reason for repaying the favor, the huge Jiang Ning may not even have the opportunity to see each other again in the future. The other party doesn't seem to have much utilitarianism and ambition when he speaks to others, which is almost the only one among the talents and celebrities she has seen, all the way down calmly and naturally, unrestrained and free, without much red tape, but it never gives people an unhappy feeling, but it does keep a distance, just like the rumored style of the literati in the Tang Dynasty. Now that literati are all gentlemen, perhaps a gentleman should be so graceful.

Maybe she won't meet again in the future, and the other party doesn't take those "kindnesses" seriously, but she has already remembered such a figure.

Ning Yi Ning Liheng......

Nie Yunzhu thought so and walked in the direction of home.

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