The night is dark, and it is also raining in Dao'an Mansion, the Huang family.

Huang Chaozhi stood solemnly in the hall, lowered his head, and did not dare to say a word. Just because the father standing in front of him was already full of anger, almost on the verge of going berserk:

"Chao'er, you really disappointed me, it's a big mansion worth fifty-five yuan! A loser, a loser. ”

Huang Chaozhi just wanted to speak, but was interrupted by a reprimand:

"I know your thoughts, you think that Ye Junsheng will be in high school one day, so you want to make the next favor in advance. But have you ever thought that since ancient times, the township test has been so good? Even if you pass the township test, it is still useless to be a lifter, and there will be a hall test later. If you can't get the fame of Jinshi, you won't be able to get an official status, and you won't be able to use it. ”

Huang Chaozhi raised his head and said, "Dad, the child is not only a favor, but also a true friend of Junsheng." I believe that with his talents, he will not be a thing in the pool. ”

Father Huang sneered: "Do you believe it? Hmph, my father has ten times more people than you, how many amazing and brilliant people, and then they pass like meteors? ”

As he spoke, he picked up the word in his hand, opened it open, and saw that it was the four big characters of "Xiangrui Town House".

In all fairness, the handwriting is good, vigorous and powerful, and it is very spiritual, but that's it. Regarding calligraphy and painting, Huang's father also dabbled in it, and the word itself is actually just the foundation, and fame is the key.

Non-famous families are not allowed to pay high prices.

But is he Ye Junsheng a master of calligraphy?

It is undeniable that his poetry is well done, and he has won the top spot of the Dao'an Poetry Society and the Guyunfeng Poetry Society. However, poetry is poetry, calligraphy is calligraphy, and it cannot be generalized.

Besides, even if it is a famous market, such a small word as this is at most consistent money.

The more Father Huang thought about it, the more he felt that he was losing, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt distressed, and when his temper attacked, he had to tear up his hands and tear off this piece of writing, so that he could end up out of sight.

"Don't, Daddy!"

Huang Chaozhi saw that the momentum was not right, and fell to his knees with a plop.

Father Huang sighed: That's it, the wood is already in the boat, it is impossible to let his son return it, keep this word, so it can be considered a lesson.

"Chao'er, you get up and go to the study to copy the ancestral teachings fifty times. As a father, I want you to deeply understand that it is not easy to earn every wisp of money, and that every penny and money is difficult to make material resources, do you understand?"

Huang Chaozhi replied respectfully: "Yes, Dad." ”

"And this painting, take it away, look upset. ”

He shook off the notebook, exhaled out of the hall, and went out to drink alcohol.

Huang Chaozhi silently took the letter, returned to the study, and did not copy the ancestral motto for the first time, but opened the sticker and looked at it slowly: Of course he understands that this character cannot be worth too much money, but the so-called gentleman's friendship is as light as water, how can he care about it everywhere?

I just don't know where Ye Junsheng is studying now............ It was also raining in Jizhou City, and the thin rain curtain was falling, as if people's feelings would never be broken.

During the solitary fasting, ten characters on the wall were hung well, which were all written by Ye Junsheng before he went out of the city for study, and they were hung in the store to sell, but there was no movement yet.

The market for posters is limited, and the price is expensive, so customers who are willing to buy them are hard to come by, and they need to wait for the right time.

However, Ye Junmei is not worried about life problems, after his brother inexplicably won the poetry of Guyun Peak, he sold ten characters at a consistently high price in a short period of time, plus the early stage, with a lot of savings, he became a small rich woman.

The money was not deposited in the money bank and exchanged for silver tickets, but was stored under Ye Junmei's bed in the truest form.

Maybe it's because I'm afraid of being poor, I'm afraid, and whenever I think about sleeping on a heavy dozen yuan, I feel very beautiful and sleep very steadily.

The lamp was lit in the room, and Jiang Jing'er was writing. After she entered Xiyue Academy, although she was always distracted in class, she often tempted other women to learn martial arts in her spare time.

For example, after reading several poems and listening to the sound of wind and rain outside the window, she fluctuated emotionally and inexplicably wrote down such a poem silently: "The gentleman asks whether there is a period or not, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool; ”

"Night Rain Sends North", from the hand of the great poet Li Shangyin.

"Hey, Sister Jing'er is writing poetry!"

Ye Junmei's voice suddenly came from behind.

Jiang Jing'er couldn't help but be startled, and in a panic, the ink dripped a few points on the snow-white paper.

"What kind of poem are you writing, let me see?"

Ye Junmei had a sly smile on his face, a little teasing.

Jiang Jing'er's face turned a little red: "How can you write anything?" The body was covered in front of the desk with a thief's heart, so that Ye Junmei could not see it.

I saw Ye Junmei grinning: "Sister Jing'er, I actually saw it a long time ago." ”

"You, what do you see?"

"Hehe, I saw you blushing. ”

Jiang Jing'er was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that she had actually been tricked by her, and couldn't help but snort angrily to tickle her. Because Ye Junmei is most afraid of being tickled, he will giggle and laugh when he scratches it, and people will shrink into a ball.

Soon, the cheerful and clear laughter of the two women came from the room, and even the wind and rain could not hide it.

When they were a little tired from playing, they lay side by side on the bed very unsightly, their hair falling away, pouring like a waterfall, intertwined together, indistinguishable from each other.

"Sister Jing'er, do you miss my brother?"

"Nope. ”

Jiang Jing'er's answer was very crisp.

Ye Jun's eyebrows suddenly sighed: "But I miss him." "For as long as I can remember, the brother and sister have lived with each other, although the elder brother did not make a living, he would only bury his head in study. But as long as the girl's heart remembers that there is such an older brother at home and needs her, she is very motivated.

It's an instinctive spiritual sustenance that nothing can replace.

Now that they are separated, it will take many days to get together, and Ye Junmei will inevitably feel anxious.

Jiang Jing'er gently stroked her hair and said, "He will take care of himself, don't worry." ”

Ye Junmei opened his dark eyes and said, "This is true, my brother is very capable." Thinking back to the previous experience, it seems that Ye Junsheng's words are recalled in my ears:

"With my brother here, don't be afraid!"

Only now, brother, where do you live?

...... Bang!

Suddenly there was a muffled thunder in the dark night sky, as if to wake up the earth.

This thunder came a little abruptly, and Ye Junsheng, who was reading a book, suddenly raised his head......

(To be continued)