In the North and South King Continent, Jiang Lang, who was nearly half a hundred years old, sat alone in front of his own grass house, he stared at the blank paper in front of him, in fact, he had been looking at it for a long, long time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Previously, Jiang Lang raised his pen twice, but he retracted it reluctantly, he couldn't write, this Jiangnan genius who wrote a lot of beautiful poems when he was young, but he couldn't write a word at this time.

Life was boring, and there were fewer and fewer friends who came to cheer and buy his calligraphy and paintings, Jiang Lang lost the pen in his hand helplessly and struggled after a long sigh.

At this time, it was already dark, Jiang Lang opened the door of the grass house, and walked towards the vegetable field not far away.

This is the "deserted village", which is a place that Jiang Lang was particularly fascinated by when he was young, after Jiang Lang became famous, he listened to the advice of his friends, said goodbye to his parents, brothers and sisters-in-law at home, and moved to this place to live in seclusion alone.

However, on the continent of the North and South Kings, the South King and the North King fought for many years, making the people not have a good life, ten rooms and nine empty, this "deserted village" located in the depths of the Shenlongjia dense forest is also an excellent place to "escape from the world".

It's just that this "deserted village" is too barren, and there will be such a lonely family more than ten miles away, although Liu Yuxi's famous "Burrow Inscription" hangs in the main hall of Jianglang Cottage:

The mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name. / The water is not deep, there is a dragon and the spirit. / Si is a burrow, but I Dexin. / Moss marks are green, grass is green.

There is a lot of talk and laughter, and there is no white ding. / You can tune the piano and read the golden scriptures/. There is no silk and bamboo, and there is no case. / Nanyang Zhuge Lu, Xishu Ziyun Pavilion. Confucius: What's ugly?

However, Jiang Lang gradually discovered that no matter how elegant the words were, they could not resolve the boundless loneliness and sorrow in his heart, and no matter how good the relationship was, how smelly friends and brothers were, they could not be by his side forever, and they could not give a "shh

They, Jiang Lang's own friends and brothers, have their own wives and children, and their own businesses to manage.

Thinking of being here, Jiang Lang faced the moon and silently shed a line of tears, thinking about himself who was once handsome and extraordinary, a talent, and there were many ladies who were willing to make promises to each other, but he was young and vigorous at that time, but he got better and became "elegant" and learned the life of a "hermit" in the deep mountains of the ancient sages.

Ten years, in the blink of an eye,

Twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye.

When, when those young and beautiful daughters became middle-aged women, Jiang Lang also became an old village man in the mountains with sloppy clothes, unkempt hair, and no one cared about.

"Hehe... Hehe... Mr... Mr... A mysterious, but very clear and sweet voice came towards Jiang Lang with the faint breeze in the mountains.

"Who?" Jiang Lang froze, his spirit suddenly tightened, and then asked rhetorically.

"Hehe... Hehe... Ask who the little girl is, and the gentleman will look back, and you will know?" the mysterious voice continued to laugh heartily.

"Oh?" Jiang Lang was suspicious, and immediately turned around to look, only to find that there was nothing.

"Hehehehehehe... Sir, it's really stupid... The mysterious voice continued to tease.

"Miss, why are you playing tricks on the old man like this?" Jiang Lang continued to doubt.

"Hehehehehehe... It's fun... The mysterious voice replied.

"Fun? Hey!!" Jiang Lang touched his brow bitterly, and let out a long sigh, which is a unique problem of readers, and when he is often unsatisfactory, he let out a "hey".

"Hehehehehehe... Sir, why be so sorrowful?Why don't we come to the poem?If the gentleman is right, how about the little woman appear at once?" the mysterious voice encouraged.

"Okay, that's a deal. Jiang Lang answered her in an ambitious tone this time.

"Listen to the gentleman, this girl's uplink is: 'Lonely cold window empty widow'. The mysterious female voice said seriously.

"What's so difficult about this?"

"Hehehehehehe... Mr. is right, so wonderful, then I'll make another couplet: 'Qiao Nu is naturally delicate, and she hates rouge gum face', Mr. This pair is a bit long. As soon as the mysterious female voice finished speaking, she reminded her very kindly.

Jiang Lang just thought for a while after hearing this, and then blurted out: "It's not difficult, it's not difficult, 'Stopping the fight is martial arts, why do you work with copper and iron to cast the blade'"

Then, this mysterious woman hiding in the shadows made 30 eternal absolutes in a row, Jiang Lang just pondered for a moment, and then faced them one by one, and finally she had to praise it with great admiration:

"Hehehehehehe... Mr. is really talented, the little woman really admires it, everyone says, Jiang Lang is talented, I don't think it's possible!"

"Ha~ The girl has won the award, the couplet is just a poetry subtotal, and Jiang is ugly. Jiang Lang smiled, and then suddenly felt a great interest inexplicably, and then asked, "Girl, can you show up?"

"Hehehehehehe... It's too late today, I'm going to go back early to rest... After the mysterious female voice said this, she yawned "ah~", which means that she has fallen asleep.

"Hey, girl, wait, can we meet here tomorrow night?" Jiang Lang longed.

"Hehehehehehe... Of course you can, but you'll have to bring a big golden retriever rooster with you." The mysterious female voice responded.

"This is easy to do, Jiang just do it... Jiang Lang happily agreed.

"Hehehehehehe... "Five schemes,

At last, the mysterious woman's voice echoed all over the mountain with the sudden "hehe" sound, which gradually disappeared, and she went softly, as mysterious and unpolishable as when she came gently.

At this time, it was actually midnight, and the night was already very deep, but Jiang Lang did not feel the slightest sleep, he hurried back to his grass house with light steps, and then lifted the pen in his hand and wrote a big book.

When the morning sounded, he wrote two strange essays of "Hate Fu" and "Don't Fu", after reading it, my friends were amazed, and later a wealthy businessman passing by spent 2,000 gold to buy the manuscripts of these two strange essays.

Holding the heavy money bag, Jiang Lang couldn't help but think of his mysterious confidante and her hearty and crisp laughter.

Something,

We say, something,

Only a woman can give it to you.