For those who do not fit in, people are also regarded as outliers.

There used to be a poet in Shendu City, and when he was not famous, whenever he had free time, he would go to various places to collect style.

He was insane, unruly, and a good drinker. Whenever I get drunk, I will find a random place to lie down and sleep soundly. He had no relatives or friends in Beijing, and only one prostitute was willing to help him.

No one was not laughing at him, treating him like a mustard.

There are too many people in the capital like this.

pretended to be crazy, pretended to be a madman, and then waited for his fame to become famous, so that he could go to the prince's mansion and recommend himself and get an official position.

This method still worked in the former Qin period. Now, it's too tender.

It's all left over from their play.

Everyone was watching from the sidelines.

Someone advised the prostitute to leave him alone. You can't make much money in the first place, so why do you have to bring a drag? Just let him freeze and starve to death outside.

The prostitute shook her head and said, "I don't want him to be famous, I just want him to be by my side."

The poems made by the poet were framed by her and quietly sent to some scholars who came to the Qinglou for them to comment. But these scholars, where did they come to Qinglou to read some poems, glanced at them a few times, and then said disdainfully: "What is it?" ”

The prostitute was not good-looking, and in order to provide for the poet's life, she did the dirtiest and most tiring work in the Qinglou. Even in the bitterly cold winter, the prostitute would still support her thin body and clean in the stables of the Qinglou.

No one took pity on her, but thought this woman was so stupid.

Afterward.

Something happened to the poet.

At a literati gathering, he publicly attacked a Confucian scholar.

The great Confucian said that the famine in Lingnan was a punishment from heaven and a lack of education in the local area. If you build a temple of literature and worship saints, you will promote virtue and retreat from drought.

Everyone present applauded in unison.

Only the poet stood up and splashed the ink out of the inkstone.

Nonsense!

People can't get enough to eat, what else do you want to build a Confucian Temple? If you starve, you will die! Granaries should be built, canals should be opened, and money and grain should be used for disaster relief!

The poet was held down and beaten violently.

There are countless Confucian disciples, one of which is the Shaofu of Luoyang County, and the poet was arrested and put in prison that day.

When the prostitute heard this, she was shocked, and she felt that she had run to the county government to beg for help, but she was kicked out.

The poet was regarded as an outlier, and the explanation given by Luoyang County was that this person was sick.

Everyone applauds the good things, but if you can't say it well, is it sick?

The psalmist will be put in prison and healed.

And the prostitute who has been supporting the poet, she was also excluded by the Qinglou. She was taken back to the Qinglou and was not allowed to leave every day.

When the prostitute was dragged away, she stood in front of the prison and said to the poet, "I will wait for you!"

The poet was in prison, tortured by the jailers, tortured by the prisoners. His crazy personality fell into the eyes of others, and they regarded him as a madman. As long as it's crazy, it's easy to do. You don't have to worry about retaliation from such a person, and when you torture this person, no one else will criticize you.

You're just an outlier.

The poet was tortured in prison, but he still wrote in blood on his clothes.

He's writing about the injustice of the world.

He's writing about the darkness of the world.

The people in the same cell were laughing at him, and some even snatched his clothes from his hands, and at this time, the poet, who had always been weak, finally broke out.

He jumped up, bit on the shoulders of others, and fought desperately. After being ripped open, there was still a smear of blood on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were red and staring at everyone.

"Forget it, don't fight a madman." Someone persuaded his companions.

He's still writing.

The clothes were soon covered with blood, and he shouted at the jailer, give me the paper! Unexpectedly, the jailer really gave him paper and pen and asked him to continue writing.

When he had pen and ink, he transcribed all the poems on his clothes, and wrote thirty sheets in a neat manner.

It was also a coincidence that an official from the Criminal Department came to the prison to see a prisoner who had been interrogated for a long time. The poet seized the opportunity and passed the poem through the crack in the door.

Ke's outstretched hand was quickly beaten back with a stick by the cell boss. The cell boss said to the official of the criminal department a little apologetically, sorry sir, this person has a problem with his brain.

The official picked up the paper on the ground, read a few words, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He muttered, "It's not like there's something wrong with his brain, but the official thinks he's dangerous." ”

The words made by the poet are sneering at the wealthy family.

The official thought the word was a bit hot, but he also felt that it was a bit new. He whispered a few words, and he didn't know when he left the county office. As soon as he left the gate of the county government, a gust of wind suddenly blew the paper in his hand away.

The wind swept the paper and flew everywhere.

The official felt a little pity that he hadn't read it all yet.

Some of the papers fell into the water, but many more were picked up by others. The poet's poems are easy to understand and have long rhymes, even ordinary people can understand them.

Gradually, someone discovered that there was a connection between the papers they had picked up.

There are merchants who are willing to pay a lot of money for other poems.

In the Qinglou, there is talk of this poem everywhere, and some people only get half of it, but it doesn't matter, you can guess the later content of the poem from just a few words.

People competed to transcribe the content of the poems.

For a time, the gods were expensive.

Fortunately, the poet paid on every piece of paper, and under pressure, Luoyang County released the poet.

He became famous, and he was no longer the object of ridicule.

In the past, the appearance of the profligate skeleton was ridiculed by everyone. But not anymore, do you dare to say that people don't write poems when they fall asleep? Everyone should have everyone's demeanor, different from mortals.

After a person succeeds, what he does makes sense.

The poet left the county office and went straight to the Qinglou, where he was looking for the girl who was waiting for him.

He found the prostitute in a dilapidated pile of debris, and now she was disgraced and ragged.

The poet was told that the prostitute did not know where he had heard that he could redeem the poet from prison if he had money. So she worked hard every day, and finally collapsed.

She was ostracized and ridiculed by countless people, and under heavy pressure, she finally went completely crazy one day.

She became a slave in the green building, doing the roughest and most tiring work every day, living in a pile of miscellaneous things, and hiding in the stable if it rained.

The poet returned in radiance, but unfortunately the prostitute did not survive to this day.

Countless princely palaces threw olive branches to the poet, but the poet rejected them all. He used the money sent from the prince's palace to free the prostitute.

He left with the prostitute and disappeared from all else.

The two bought an old house, got married, and had children. On the day of the wedding, there were only two husband and wife and a red candle.

The two looked at each other.

The prostitute laughed silly.

The poet also laughed silly.

The two gave birth to a child named Tinson.

Miki, the ancient torture instrument. No one in the world is in this prison.

Two people who are regarded as different by others snuggle up to each other at the end of their lives.

The poet later died, and Tinson took care of his madwoman.

"I want to set this god capital on fire and show it to my mother." This is what Ding Sen said to Xu Shou behind his back.