"Xiao Yi, take a look."

Mo Lao held a stack of papers in his hand with a gentle expression.

Qin Yi hurriedly got up and greeted him, and took the heavy A4 paper.

"Don't be in a hurry, just sit and watch slowly."

Mo Lao turned around and looked at Mo Linlin with a look.

Mo Linlin nodded obediently and went out.

Qin Yi picked up "A Dream in Red Mansions" in his hand and looked at it seriously.

There are only the first five chapters in the whole book, which is similar to the pattern and style of "Dream of Red Mansions".

What Mo Lao needs most is to write lyrics for the characters in it.

He has written many editions, and he is always not satisfied.

I also asked the poetry masters in the literary world to help write it, but it was still not the feeling I wanted.

Qin Yi silently flipped through the pages of the book and was speechless for a long time.

There was only the occasional sound of paper flipping throughout the living room.

More than half an hour passed.

Qin Yi finally put down the manuscript in his hand.

Mo Lao spoke up for the first time, "How is it, Xiao Yi." ”

Qin Yi scratched his head and smiled a little shyly.

"Mo Lao, this book is great!"

It's great indeed.

Dream of Red Mansions is a classic among the classics.

In order to study the Dream of Red Mansions in China, the Red Studies established are still thriving.

However, there are still some places in the book that are not well conceived.

It is undeniable that Mo Lao is really a literary master.

To be able to write a book like this is enough to go down in history.

"Don't compliment me... The more I learned, the more I couldn't do it. ”

Mo Lao laughed heartily, and then said in a low tone.

"You can fill in the words for me, I've been dissatisfied with the words of the protagonist in it."

Mo Lao suddenly changed the topic.

Hearing this, Qin Yi nodded and said that there was no problem.

The two came to the study together.

Mo Lao's study is a super large house of 100 square meters.

There are bookshelves on all sides of the study, and the books on each shelf are placed in different categories.

Looks like a huge library.

As soon as Qin Yi walked in, he liked it, and his eyes lit up.

Mo Lao saw it in his eyes and nodded secretly.

Children who like to read will not have bad conduct.

The two sat casually on both sides of the table, and Qin Yi picked up the pen and began to write words.

"Fake village dialect, talk about it, clouds, mountains and fog, glory and prosperity."

"The immortal-shaped Taoist body complements the heavens and helps the world, benefits and people, and always Pei Hongen."

"The fly in the ointment is that happiness is extremely sad, people are not things for things, and all realms are empty."

"Bright and clean, happy to live and work, boudoir trivialities, small talents and slight kindness."

As soon as Qin Yi got started, he picked up the pen and wrote down the first poems of Jia Yucun.

Mo Lao stretched his neck and kept looking this way.

In the end, he couldn't wait, he simply left his position, went around to the other side of the table, stood behind Qin Yi, and watched silently.

"Good word!"

The first thing that catches your eye is Qin Yi's good handwriting.

Qin Yi's good handwriting is vigorous and powerful.

Slowly, as Qin Yi wrote, Mo Lao read it out.

"Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and the people die without knowing."

"The world is full of knowledge, and the practice of human feelings is the article."

"Full of absurd words, a handful of bitter tears. Duyun is an idiot, who understands the taste? ”

Reading these eternal quatrains, Mo Lao completely fell into it.

His body shook violently, and he looked at the paper on the table with a stiff face.

Stunned, I don't know how to express my feelings at the moment.

I wrote a dream of the Red Chamber with a lifetime of energy, but the soul was missing in it.

After Qin Yi's words were written like this, the soul was there.

What a blessing to be able to meet a soulmate in your lifetime.

After only reading half of my own book, I understood what I had not said.

What a fortunate thing.

Mo Lao muttered to himself, "What a blessing in life!! ”

Because his body couldn't withstand such stimulation, Mo Lao's body began to shake violently.

As soon as Mo Linlin entered the door, she saw that her grandfather's whole body was shaking and he was unsteady on his feet.

Frightened, he screamed: "Grandpa! ”

This scream also startled Qin Yi.

He quickly threw down the pen in his hand and stepped forward to help Mo Lao.

The two hurriedly helped Mo Lao to the chair and sat down.

Mo Linlin ran quickly to get the medicine.

Let's get busy.

Mo Lao took the fast-acting heart-saving pill, relieved himself for a long time, and finally returned to normal.

Qin Yi hurriedly explained, "Old Mo, don't worry, I'm here at any time..."

He was also scared into a cold sweat.

A national treasure-level literary giant because of something happening to him.

I guess I'm going to the guillotine.

Mo Lao took another sip of water, eased up, and then spoke.

"It's old, it's useless... When we met you a few years ago, we could still talk to him for a day and a night. ”

As he spoke, Mo Lao seemed to think of something, and fell into his memories again, muttering in a low voice.

"Back then, I also had a bosom friend like you, but unfortunately I lost contact later."

Qin Yi hurriedly persuaded, "You can call me at any time in the future, and I will come to see you as soon as possible." ”

"Let's talk about the book." Mo Lao withdrew from his memories, remembered the words just now, and began to get excited again.

"Mo Lao..."

"What's your name Mo Lao, call grandpa!"

"Grandpa, I have a little immature little idea for this book."

"Speak quickly, speak quickly."

"The beginning of a dream in Red Mansions can be from the perspective of Jia Yucun, and then go to the main topic..."

Qin Yi concisely described the synopsis of the story of Dream of Red Mansions.

After this description, Mo Lao began to get excited again.

Frightened, Qin Yi and the two hurriedly handed over tea and water for a while.

Mo Linlin was directly annoyed, "Grandpa, if you are so excited, I will let Qin Yi go." ”

Qin Yi also persuaded beside him, "Grandpa is not in a hurry, let's talk slowly." ”

Mo Lao couldn't help but wave his hand again and again.

"Okay, okay, I'm not excited."

"Linlin, you take a pen and record it, and you have to record it word for word..."

"Xiao Yi, you go on, I want to listen, but if I don't listen, I can't sleep today."

Qin Yi and Mo Linlin glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of helplessness in each other's eyes.

When people get older, they become old urchins.

I don't listen to anything.,Sometimes stubborn cute.。

"Okay, we'll do it now, but you have to make sure you can't get excited anymore."

"Your heart can't stand it."

Mo Linlin helplessly took the paper and pen and sat next to Qin Yi obediently.

Qin Yi took a sip of water, straightened out his thoughts, and smoothed the whole story again.

The more Mo Linlin remembered, the more frightened she became, her grandfather's manuscript had been read by herself.

What Qin Yi said is clearly checking and filling in the gaps, with the addition of these details.

The whole story has become more vein and soulful.

In the interval, Mo Linlin raised her head again and glanced at Qin Yi's handsome facial features.

The fonts are starting to get a little messy.

It's like having some messy hearts.

Mo Lao held the cushion in his arms and sat on the rocking chair and swayed.

Occasionally, he raised his eyes to look at his granddaughter, and looked at his granddaughter's little eyes that secretly glanced at Qin Yi.

Mo Lao smiled heartily and did not speak.

Let the young people solve the affairs of the young people themselves.

Qin Yi stayed in the Mo family for a whole day.

It wasn't until the night became intense that he was sent out of the door by Mo Lao, who looked unhappy.