"Ah......" Chen Yang shouted, opened his eyes, the scene that had just happened made him break out in a cold sweat, and he touched his arms and legs, and then touched his head and body, fortunately, there was nothing missing. It turns out that the pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info is just a dream.

Under this touch, I suddenly felt that something was not quite right, and my body seemed to be smaller. Chen Yang wondered, I didn't remember to lose weight recently, why did I become thinner? I know that my body is still my own, but I always feel like a stranger, which is very strange and weird.

What made him even more unhappy was that this body was actually smooth and naked. Especially the words in the middle, he stood stunned, and he didn't even grow his hair.

Chen Yang lifted the quilt in horror and exclaimed, "It's Hete!" What's going on with this? ”

He turned his head to look around, this is a small bedroom, the wall paint is mottled, the furniture is dilapidated, a cluster of blooming chrysanthemums hangs on the wall, through the window paper, the orange sun shines on the flowers, the bottom of the flower is plated with a layer of gold, reflecting a bright light, a little dazzling, it is actually a new New Year's painting.

The more Chen Yang looked at it, the more strange he felt, and he couldn't find any resemblance to his bedroom.

I hate daisies! Looking at the painting, Chen Yang felt depressed for a while, and quickly turned his head to the other side.

As soon as he turned his head, his heart moved, and a strong sense of crisis inexplicably rose. I saw a black shadow, as fast as a meteor, and it smashed down quickly. Chen Yang wanted to hide, but it was too late, "Smack!" "I hit my bare ass hard.

"Ahh It hurts......"

"Stinky boy, the sun is drying your ass and eggs, and you are still lazy, who are you yelling and scolding, hurry up for the old lady." A woman's voice, an authentic Handan accent.

Chen Yang looked up and saw a strange middle-aged woman with a fierce face and a broom pimple in her hand, ready to fight again.

Good men don't fight with women, especially when they are draped all over their bodies and naked.

Chen Yang hurriedly pulled the quilt and hurriedly covered the sensitive parts.

The woman scolded again: "Stinky boy, this is growing up, I'm embarrassed to be here at the old lady, hurry up and put on my clothes, seeing that the New Year is coming, hurry up and sell more things." After saying that, the cape threw down a bag of clothes and went out in a menacing manner.

What's going on? How could this fierce woman be my mother? Chen Yang was messily buried in his clothes, becoming more and more incomprehensible. Isn't it just spring, why is it going to be the New Year again?

Just as I was about to think about it, a large amount of information rushed overhead like a flood of floodgates. The huge impact made him dizzy again and again. The things in the house twisted and swayed like weeds in a flood.

I don't know how long it took for the torrent to turn into a bubbling stream, and finally settle down. The information in his mind made Chen Yang very sure that this grandmother had really crossed for him.

Dead old woman, you play really. Chen Yang scolded in his heart, didn't he say that he wanted to be a colt? What's going on with this? The family is dilapidated like this, there is no flower-like daughter, there is no high-door mansion, brocade clothes and jade food, there is no little Lori maid to serve not to mention, and I give myself such a fierce old lady.

What's even more infuriating is that he didn't even give his mother's hair to Changquan, if he wants to be a colt, why should Lao Tzu?

If you can return the goods, Chen Yang will not hesitate to return them a hundred times, not only that, but also give a big bad review.

Chen Yang angrily picked up the clothes thrown by this "old lady", and he didn't know how to wear them, so he had to put them on his body one by one. After tossing for a long time, it was all put on the body, bloated like a big radish, not comfortable at all.

Not to mention, aside from being a little weird, the clothes are quite new and don't smell unpleasant. Wearing new clothes for the New Year, it seems that this cheap mother is not so bad for her own son.

Through the memory in his mind, Chen Yang knew that the owner of this body was also called Chen Yang, he was only fifteen years old, his father's name was Chen Maoxue, his mother's maiden surname was Sun, and his family opened a grocery store and made a living by selling some daily necessities. To put it bluntly, his father is a big merchant, and this Chen Yang is a small merchant.

At this time, it was the first year of Chonghe, and the official family name was Zhao, as for the name or something, the original Chen Yang was not clear. In his previous life, Chen Yang was an out-and-out scumbag, just a gangster in history, with his poor historical knowledge, he only knew that this was in the Song Dynasty, when was the Song Dynasty, which emperor, the ghost knows.

According to the information in his memory, the ancestor of the Chen family also had a great official, but because he had no fame for several generations, it was only in his father's generation that he gradually declined. Chen Yang sighed secretly, it's really not the right time to come.

After getting dressed and walking out of the door, Chen Yang once again felt the simplicity of this home. During the Chinese New Year, there are all kinds of messy things piled up in the shop, and a lot of dust has fallen in some places.

The only clean place was the long counter, which was covered with a lot of red paper, and a middle-aged man with a yellow face and thin muscles stood in front of the counter, writing on the red paper. The fierce old mother who had just slapped her ass cleaned up the house in a hurry, and her mouth was still babbling.

"Dad, mother, are you beating?" Although it is fused with this Chen Yang's memory, when he called out his father, he was still a little uncomfortable. What he didn't expect was that this stinky mouth was also an authentic Handan accent when he opened his mouth.

"Stinky boy, wearing clothes and grinding, looking for death! Hurry up and eat, and sell all the couplets your father wrote in a while. ”

As he spoke, the fierce mother threw over a bowl of rice, and the writing father nodded and smiled, "oh", but did not speak.

Chen Yang took the rice bowl and saw that it was just a bowl of rice covered with a few pickles, and it was not yet cold. His stomach was really a little hungry, and regardless of the taste, he took a few bites.

"Eat slowly, come, finish eating, drink this bowl of water."

"Today is the twenty-seventh year of the New Year, I sold the couplet, said a few catties of meat back, and the day after tomorrow, we will close the shop door and have a good New Year."

When Chen Yang was eating, his mother still kept talking, so that Chen Yang had to "woo" and agree, and hurriedly went to Chen Maoxue's side to hide. Seeing Chen Yang coming, Chen Maoxue nodded sympathetically at Chen Yang and continued to bow his head to write. Looking at his appearance, he should have the same feelings as Chen Yang, Chen Yang couldn't help but feel great sympathy for him, I don't know how he came over after so many years.

There were already a lot of couplets written on the counter, laid out, waiting for the ink to dry. Chen Yang held the bowl and watched Chen Mao learn to write casually. This doesn't matter, even as a senior scumbag, Chen Yang finds it difficult to accept.

These couplets are so monotonous.

No matter what the content of the couplet is, the horizontal criticism is all four words: "Shuntianxing", which does not match the content of the couplet at all.

Seeing this, Chen Yang couldn't help but say: "Dad, why are these horizontal criticisms you wrote the same?" ”

Chen Maoxue didn't speak, continued to finish writing a couplet, and after stopping his pen, he said: "What did you just say, what is horizontal criticism?" ”

Chen Yang was angry for a while, pointed to the pieces of paper that "Shuntianxinghua", and said, "That's it." Only then did he realize that there was no such thing as a horizontal criticism at this time.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, this is Tianxing, pasted on the lintel, high above, it has always been written like this, it has the meaning of conforming to the principles of heaven and transforming all things, where have you seen the books you usually read?" There was a hint of unhappiness in his voice.

Chen Yang searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and then he remembered that the couplets at this time were really written like this. In this day and age, pairs and horizontal critics are two different things. There are some pairs of writing, but the horizontal criticism is these words. Even when selling couplets, the horizontal batch and the pair are sold separately.

As a person who came from later generations, he is accustomed to using horizontal criticism as the finishing touch of the couplet, but the more he looks at this look, the more awkward he becomes.

"Hehe...... I haven't forgotten, I mean, we can also change the way we write it?"

Hearing Chen Yang's words, Chen Maoxue's expression was a little surprised, and he said, "Oh, let's hear it." ”

As soon as the words fell, Chen Yang's mouth was like spitting beans, and he explained the writing of the horizontal batch to Chen Maoxue. The loud voices overpowered the fierce mother, attracting her attention.

After all, he is a reader, and he can understand it at all. After listening to Chen Yang's words, Chen Maoxue's eyes lit up, and he said appreciatively: "Hehe...... why didn't I think of it, according to the horizontal criticism you said, it is appropriate to be horizontal and vertical, and the approval is reasonable, which is also a bit interesting, but you can try it." ”

The mother on the side touched Chen Yang's head and praised: "The baby has really grown up, don't go out and run around when you have time, study more with your father, and also go to the test for fame, glory, glory." ”

"Mother, it's the glorious lintel." Chen Yang was so uncomfortable that he was touched, and after muttering a sentence, he quickly hid to the side.

"Yes, it's the glorious lintel, and let your wife follow it, don't be like your father, after so many years of exams, I don't care about the family's business, I haven't caught anything, so I can't even eat pickles......"

Chen Maoxue's face was flushed when he was said, so he simply pretended not to hear it, holding a pen, thinking about what to write. Accustomed to writing the same Tianxing, for a while, he really couldn't think of how to write a horizontal criticism.

Chen Yang looked a little anxious, standing on the side, like a flea on his body, eager to try, restless.

Seeing Chen Yang's appearance, Chen Maoxue said dissatisfiedly: "Stand up, just say what you want to do, trembling, and there is no standing appearance, what kind of system." ”

"Hehe...... Dad, let me write a few too."

"You can also write couplets?"

"Yes, maybe, hehe...... what's so hard about that?" I've never eaten pork, at least I've seen a pig run. When he was in the village in his previous life, Chen Yang's favorite thing to do was to dip firecrackers on the couplets posted by others, and appreciate the appearance of the couplets when they were bombed.

"Humph! The gentleman first says what he says and then follows it, and before he does it, don't boast nonsense. Although he said so, he still handed the pen in his hand to Chen Yang.

Chen Yang muttered in a low voice: "I'm not a gentleman......

Chen Maoxue glared at his eyebrows and beard, and drank: "What did you say!" ”

"Ah, I said that what I admire the most is a gentleman, so I'll learn from a gentleman, and I will take a look at what I just said."

Chen Yang's words made Chen Maoxue lose his temper for a while, but Chen's mother was very happy, looked at it curiously, and refused to leave.

Chen Yang in his previous life had never used a brush at all, and after taking the brush, he felt awkward no matter how he took it. After thinking and meditating, I finally found the feeling of holding a brush in Chen Yang's memory.

Chen Maoxue, who was on the side, saw Chen Yang holding a brush and swaying left and right in his hand, not holding a pen at all, and was about to attack, when he suddenly saw Chen Yang holding the pen again, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Yang pulled two long red papers and one short red paper, spread them on the counter, dipped them in thick ink, brushed them a few times, and the first couplet came out of his pen.

Shanglian: Every year, the prosperity is wide.

Downlink: Years and years of peace and longevity.

Horizontal batch: auspicious stars shine brightly.

Although the words are not good, they are also presentable, at least they can be seen.

After writing, Chen Yang turned his head to look at Chen Maoxue, and saw that Chen Maoxue was silent and did not speak, so he took the paper again, dipped it in ink, and wrote a second couplet.

Shanglian: Spring is full of flowers in the world.

Downlink: Fulin Courtyard is always safe in all seasons.

Horizontal batch: Spring is full of joy.

Chen Maoxue still didn't speak.

Chen's mother couldn't stand it anymore and scolded: "You dead man, what did our son write?" Whether it's good or bad, it's a word. She was illiterate, and seeing that Chen Maoxue just looked at it and didn't speak, she urged Chen Maoxue to express her position.

Chen Maoxue's face was slightly red, and after coughing a few times, he said: "So-so, this horizontal batch is quite novel, and the meaning of the couplet is also good, but the text is too straightforward." ”

In his heart, he was a little excited, and sighed that this unobtrusive son was not so unbearable. It's just that, in order not to make his son too proud, he had to be stingy with beautiful words, so-so, which is already a high evaluation.

How did he know that Chen Yang in front of him, although he was still the same skin on the outside, had changed in his bones, and he was no longer his son.

Chen's mother didn't buy it, and said aggressively: "Hmph! Don't talk about these useless things, just talk about how they compare to your previous ones, and the important thing is, can you sell them for a good price? ”

Speaking of selling money, Chen Maoxue was speechless for a while, if it wasn't for the fact that his family was too poor, how could he be willing to sell his pen and ink? He believes in Confucius's happy weather school, food and water are sparse, bending the humerus and pillowing, and happiness is also in it, unrighteous and rich and expensive, for him, it is just like floating clouds. Helpless, the ideal is very plump, the reality is very skinny, I am really hungry and panicked if I don't eat a meal, for the sake of his wife and children, Chen Maoxue also has to face up to the problem of selling words.

couldn't bear his wife's questioning, Chen Maoxue had to answer: "There is a saying, things are not as good as new, people are not as good as old, people are inevitably interested in new things, besides, my son's new-style horizontal batch, in this cow city, is also unique, if you sell it, it will naturally ......."

"Don't be wordy, just say whether it's good or not!"

Chen's mother couldn't stand Chen Maoxue's tirade, and she shouted loudly, interrupting Chen Maoxue's words.

"Good, good sell!" was interrupted by his wife, Chen Mao learned like swallowing a mouse, unspeakably uncomfortable, after answering, he simply closed his mouth and stopped talking.

After hearing Chen Maoxue's reply, Chen's mother smiled happily and said proudly: "Our son has really grown up, the first time he wrote a couplet, it was better than what his father wrote, haha......, stinky boy, hurry up and write a few more pictures, take them out and sell them in a while, make more money, let's buy a few catties of meat, and have a good New Year." As he spoke, he gave Chen Maoxue a blank look.

Chen Maoxue was speechless for a while, and he didn't dare to refute, so he had to pretend not to hear.

It's really unbearable to have a chattering mother! Looking at the noisy father and mother, Chen Yang actually had a little family fun in his heart. Thinking of my parents in my previous life, I couldn't help but feel a little gloomy. Thinking of the old woman who had harmed him, Chen Yang clenched his fists and scolded viciously in his heart.

"Damn old woman, what did I provoke you? The ghost is not gone, it has repeatedly harmed me, and it has brought me to this place, hum! If I see you again, don't blame me for not respecting the old and loving the young, and I can't help but teach you a hard lesson. ”

"Ahh

Outside the shop, in a tea shop not far away, there was a middle-aged woman who was still charming, smiling in the sun, suddenly her nose itched, and she quickly covered it with a handkerchief and sneezed loudly. He said to himself, "Which one doesn't want to die?" Dare to scold the old lady behind her back. ”

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