Walking through the streets and alleys, there was a noisy sound in my ears.

It's a run-down little restaurant with an indescribable smell on the outside.

A woman in animal skin was adding wood to the fire, and pipes were spreading the heat.

"Is there a room yet?"

Lao Guo asked.

There was a man with a cigarette stick sitting on the counter, and he smiled when he saw Lao Guo.

"You're not dead kid?"

Lao Guo sneered, "When you die, Lao Tzu will burn paper for you." ”

Turning his head, he pointed at Li Ping'an.

"I have a friend who wants to stay here for a while."

"Where is there a house at this time of year?" The man complained, but his body moved very sincerely. ”

"Come with me."

Follow the man into the backyard, where there are dozens of rooms, large and small.

There are long-term tenants and short-term tenants, and it is a bit noisy to come and go.

Took Li Ping'an to a hut full of clutter, "How is this house?" ”

Li Ping'an glanced at it, but it was a little smaller.

He didn't care about the size, but the old cow couldn't even stretch his legs.

So he said, "There is another spirit beast down there." ”

The old cow stepped forward.

The man hesitated for a moment, "There are bigger ones, but they are precious." ”

"It doesn't matter."

Then, a room was settled.

Discuss the end of January.

Sign and draw a mortgage, and leave a month's house money as collateral.

Li Ping'an also agreed one by one.

Thanks to Lao Guo who introduced the house to him, after Lao Guo left.

A man, a cow and a cat lived in this makeshift hut.

The room was quite spacious, but it was not warm at all, and it was surprisingly cold.

The windows are still exposed, and the environment inside the house is not very good.

Without waiting for a break, they got busy.

Because it's a cold night, I don't know if it's a dark day or a white night.

Wait until the house is cleaned up and the garbage is cleaned up.

The large holes in the windows were also filled.

One person, one cow and one cat are all a little tired.

After a simple meal, the cat lay on the bed with her hat covered, curled up into a fluffy ball.

Li Ping'an wrote a few talismans and pasted them on the air leakage in the house.

In this way, no strong winds will blow in again.

The light of the fire in the house flickered on and off.

Li Ping'an thought that he should go buy some candles tomorrow.

Counting the days, it seems that it is about to reach the New Year.

However, it seems that there is no such festival in Blizzard City, otherwise there would be no signs of it.

The cat got up in the middle of the night and saw that Li Ping'an had not slept again.

Holding Bai Yujing in his hand, he seemed to be practicing.

The cat rubbed its eyes with its paws and looked at him.

Li Ping'an said: "It's about to be a new year." ”

"Hmm."

"The fairy is a year older."

"Fairies are not children."

Li Ping'an said: "The fairy is a year older, and he should learn how to read and write." ”

"Fairies don't want to learn." Orange Cat Road.

"Adults can write, only children can't."

Hearing this, the orange cat changed his words again, "That fairy is going to learn to read." ”

Li Ping'an agreed with a smile.

The next day, early in the morning.

It was early in the morning, but in fact the sky was still boundlessly dark.

The cold night has not yet dissipated.

However, Li Ping'an was ready to go out.

I met the shopkeeper and said hello to him.

The shopkeeper glanced behind Li Ping'an and reminded.

"Be careful, it's messy here.

Especially before the cold night has dissipated, I jumped out of the room during this time. ”

Li Ping'an said: "Thank you for the reminder, I'm just going to buy some paper, and the child is going to learn words." ”

The shopkeeper didn't say anything more.

........

The night was long.

The man in the green shirt walked alone with an umbrella, and the sound of squirming footsteps sounded behind him.

The man in the green shirt didn't care.

On the side of the road, you can see a faint corpse,

The black lights are blinding, and this is not as good as the city center.

Very few people care.

The cold light flashed, heading straight for the back of the man in green shirts.

Three voices came from the darkness.

First, there was a "bang".

This was followed by a dull "Bang!!" ”

Then, there was a low wail.

Three voices rang out almost simultaneously.

Immediately, there was no sound behind him.

.........

【Wen Lin Zhai】

Li Ping'an walked into the place where the book treasures of the study room were sold.

This place is easy to find, because this is the only place on the whole street that is lit.

The person who sold the book treasure in the study room was a middle-aged man.

It doesn't look like a person from Storm City, but a Confucian scholar.

There were also many scattered people at the door, who seemed to have broken in without a long eye, and were slightly tricked by the Confucian scholars.

Didn't let them go, in order to deter others.

Save yourself from having to ask for trouble.

When Li Ping'an came in, the Confucian scholar also wrote by himself as if he hadn't seen it.

Li Ping'an glanced at it casually, and there were many calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room.

There are many works of Zhongzhou Dasui calligraphy.

It is worth mentioning that there are several paintings that Li Ping'an still knows.

"Erlu, the people's fat and the people's ointment.

The people are easy to abuse, and the heavens are difficult to deceive!! ”

This was given to him by Li Ping'an when Jing Yu was an official.

At that time, it was widely circulated in the official circles of the Great Sui.

However, this character is obviously not the original version written by Li Ping'an, but ..... Made by Jing Yu!?

Looking at the word Jing Yu above.

Li Ping'an couldn't help but smile.

I never thought I would meet Jing Yu's words here, it's really interesting.

At this time, the Confucian scholar also came over.

"You're also a person who can read?"

Li Ping'an smiled gently, "This character is really good, but how does it look like the writing style of Confucian scholars in Zhongzhou?" ”

The Confucian scholar's eyes lit up, and he praised: "With good eyesight, this painting is made by Jing Yu, a Confucian of the Great Sui." ”

This time it's certain.

"Not bad, not bad." Li Ping'an said casually, "How can this character be sold?" ”

"This is for viewing only."

Li Ping'an nodded.

"Look, look at this again."

It was as if the Confucian was showing off his treasures.

It seems that in this snowy city, I haven't met anyone who knows calligraphy and painting for a long time.

So the mood is inevitably a little excited.

Li Ping'an was not impatient.

Finally, the Confucian scholars were interested.

I have to show Li Ping'an his most precious treasure.

"This one.... It was absolutely priceless, and I don't know how much effort it took to get it. ”

As he spoke, he slowly spread out the words.

"This is the famous Confucian Zhong of the Great Sui, Jing Yu, and Mr. Li made it together."

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine.

Looking at the extreme spring sorrow, the gloomy sky....

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture.

When it comes to wine, strong music is still tasteless.

The belt gradually widened, and I never regretted it. For the sake of Iraq, the people are haggard.

Li Ping'an frowned, this....

A distant memory slowly emerged.

Signature - In the sixteenth year of Tianyuan, Ziyou's friend and disciple Jing Yu traveled to Qingyue Pavilion and felt it, so they wrote lyrics and gave it to their disciple Jing Yu.

(⊙O⊙)…

Scold! Matryoshka is here.

Thinking about it, this was the first time he entered the capital when he went south, Jing Yu took him to Qingyue Pavilion.

It is said that it is Qingyue Pavilion, but it is just a green building.

It's interesting to think about.

"Brother Tai, how is this poem? How about the word? Can it be called a must? "Confucius is full of pride.

It's like showing what you're most proud of.

Li Ping'an laughed dryly, "This ....."

.......

(Bath)

(It's useless to say more)