Great Sui, the capital.

The cold wind of winter blew on the thin body of the white-faced scholar, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"It's so cold~"

The cold wind has relentlessly penetrated into the clothes, making people feel cold all over their bodies in an instant.

Watching the people coming and going on the street, it was very lively.

Someone walked in front of him with the New Year couplet he had just bought, and he remembered that it was almost the New Year.

Back in the lonely hut, the white-faced scholar dusted off the dust that had fallen on the corners and panes of the windows, and wiped the square table clean.

And he sharpened his knife for cutting vegetables, and heaped the firewood.........

These things have been very skillful for him, and he has failed the exam for all these years.

He made a living by writing couplets and writing.

I used to think that the sky was going to fall, and living one day at a time was a day.

But when it passed, I felt that it was not a big deal at that time.

After working for a while, I was covered in sweat, and the house was too hot from the fire.

The white-faced scholar put on a single coat and walked to the window.

With a hard push, the window was suddenly pushed open, and a gust of wind blew in the face, which made people feel refreshed.

"Whew~"

With a sigh of relief, the white-faced scholar closed the door again.

Start going to the kitchen and prepare today's dinner.

potatoes, as well as washed mushrooms.

It's been four or five days, and there is still no news about the book I submitted.

I guess it was rejected.

The white-faced scholar sighed helplessly.

However, he soon comforted himself.

Life is short, be happy in time~

"Knock knock!!"

There was a knock on the door.

The white-faced scholar thought it was the aunt next door, and hurriedly opened the door.

While saying, "Auntie, why did you come back so early today?" Well? ”

The white-faced scholar was stunned, it was not the aunt next door who was standing in front of the door.

It's a middle-aged man I don't know.

With a dignified appearance and gorgeous clothes, it is a rich and noble family at first glance.

"You're the author of this book?" Zhang Qiming got straight to the point.

“.......... Be. The white-faced scholar confirmed that what the other party was holding was the first draft of his travelogue.

"I'm here to see you."

"Zhang Qiming?"

The white-faced scholar was slightly taken aback, he was really familiar with the name Zhang Qiming, and he was very influential in the world of novels.

However, it was only a constriction of the pupils, and there was no other manifestation.

After all, I have been in the Hundred Ghost City, and I have also seen the shocking scene of a group of ghosts gathering and leveling the city with a sword.

"Oh.... Then please come in. ”

The white-faced scholar made tea,

Zhang Qiming expressed his intention and praised the novel without hesitation.

finally got recognition, and the white-faced scholar was very happy.

This conversation was talked about until late.

The two discussed the remuneration and the plan for future engraving.

In the end, Zhang Qiming couldn't help but ask: "Dare to ask how you came up with these things?" ”

The white-faced scholar smiled, "This is what a tourist told me to listen to." ”

"Oh? Tourist? Zhang Qiming's face was full of curiosity, "Then dare to ask where this tourist is now?" ”

The white-faced scholar shook his head, "I don't know. ”

.............

Another two months later.

The New Year has passed, and the bookstore is full of booksellers.

In recent days, a novel called "Strange Parades" has shone brightly.

Engraved by Yangming Bookstore, the sales volume of the novel once refreshed the record of five years ago.

It has become a conversation between people who love to talk about books and novels.

Even some people who didn't like novels were interested in it, and when they saw it, they couldn't help themselves.

In the eastern part of the capital, in a quiet street full of locust trees, there is the highest level of learning in the Great Sui Dynasty and the highest management institution for education.

Guozijian.

Late at night, there was still a faint light.

In the side hall, there are old people copying files.

There are also children who are no more than the height of the legs of the table, holding pens in their mouths, as if thinking about something.

To the east, there was a woman in a green shirt.

He was tall and had jet-black hair, and his long shiny black hair was simply tied up.

Holding a pen in his hand, he wrote stroke by stroke.

Little by little, the time approached.

Except for the woman in the green shirt, there is no one in the side hall.

After another half an hour, the east side was white.

The woman in the green shirt finally got up, packed up and prepared to leave.

Walking on the bluestone path, all the way to the west courtyard.

The courtyard was open, and there was an old man holding a book, reading it, and pacing in the courtyard.

Laughing from time to time, his expression revealed envy,

"Sir, sir."

The woman in the green shirt spoke respectfully.

The old man was startled, as if he had just devoted himself to the book, and did not notice the arrival of the woman in the green shirt.

Hurriedly put the book behind his back and coughed lightly, "It's Ling'er." ”

The woman in the green shirt is named Zhao Ling'er, one of the four people in Anbei Town.

In that year, with Li Ping'an, he went south and came to Huailu Academy.

After further study, Alia chose to continue to stay in the academy to practice, and Fat Jun traveled all over the world.

Zhao Ling'er entered the Guozijian and embarked on the road of official career.

Seeing that the old man reacted so much, Zhao Ling'er's eyes flashed with curiosity, but she didn't ask more.

After half a burnt incense, Zhao Ling'er walked out of the west courtyard.

muttered, "The parade is strange...... Listening to the name seems to be a novel. ”

didn't care too much, Zhao Ling'er, who was idle that afternoon, was wandering around the capital.

Suddenly I caught a glimpse of the bookstore on the side, and I remembered what happened in the morning, and I couldn't help but walk over.

"Boss, is there a book here called Parade Tales?"

Zhang Qiming was just doing a routine inspection today, who knew that he happened to bump into a woman with such a sign to buy a book.

is different from those women who are slightly bewitching, the woman in the green shirt in front of her feels as if she is blowing in the breeze.

Zhao Ling'er took the book and sat down in the corner of the bookstore.

During the period, Zhang Qiming also gave a cup of tea.

It's just that the more I read, the more Zhao Ling'er was puzzled.

The protagonist in this book gives her an extremely familiar feeling.

Naturally, it is impossible to tell a story in all aspects.

Therefore, the book is based on Li Ping'an's story as the skeleton, and more details are added by the white-faced scholar himself.

Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but think of Mr. Tsing Yi in her memory, and frowned.

Until the book mentions the four towns of Annam.

Four Towns of Annam..... The four towns of Anbei?

Is this a coincidence?

Continue to read on, because Zhao Ling'er has not experienced Li Ping'an's previous things, but she has experienced it in the four towns of Anbei.

At this moment, Zhao Ling'er suddenly woke up.

It was determined that the characters in the book were Mr. and Lao Niu.

Could it be that Mr. wrote these experiences of his own into a novel?

Zhao Ling'er turned around and asked Zhang Qiming, who is the author of this novel and where is it now.

Zhang Qiming was stunned for a moment, "Huh? ”

..........

"Someone looking for me?"

"Yes, she's still a very beautiful woman!" Zhang Qiming said.

The white-faced scholar frowned suspiciously, he was called here by Zhang Qiming half an hour ago.

Pretty woman?

The white-faced scholar couldn't help but have some expectations in his heart, and when he really saw Zhao Ling'er, he was suddenly stunned.

Dressed in green clothes, with a handsome appearance,

It gives people a heroic feeling, and there is a heroic spirit between the eyebrows, which is a woman who can only meet such a beautiful woman in a novel.

The white-faced scholar swallowed a mouthful of spit, and his heart couldn't help but throb a little.

Zhao Ling'er frowned slightly, obviously this was not the person she wanted to see.

After chatting with the other party briefly, Zhao Linger quickly understood what was going on.

So he invited the white-faced scholar to have a meal.

The white-faced scholar readily agreed, and after hearing about Mr.'s recent situation at the dinner table, he also learned about Wang Yi and Mr. meeting unexpectedly.

Zhao Ling'er felt a little sentimental in her heart, after so much time, a few people in the four towns of Anbei at the beginning are now separated from each other.

It was getting late, and Zhao Ling'er arched her hand: "Thank you for telling me, goodbye." ”

“.... Ah, again.. Goodbye.."

As soon as the words came out, the person in front of him disappeared in front of him.

The white-faced scholar was stunned for a moment, and sure enough... The people I know with my husband are definitely not very human.

The man didn't say his name, but after some conversation, the white-faced scholar could guess it.

That night, the white-faced scholar was asleep.

"Knock knock!!"

Someone was slamming on the door in the middle of the night.

"Bang!"

Then he rushed in and held him down.

"Who are you!?" The white-faced scholar panicked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Less nonsense!"

...........

(Probably the greatest pleasure of the day is sitting outside a café during your lunch break, drinking coffee and blowing the breeze.)

(Sometimes, the so-called life is just the warmth of a cup of coffee)

（...... Of course, I think that's all bullshit, and the most important thing is that there are pretty little girls with bared thighs outside the café)