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"It's really pitiful to fall like this, those people are also ruthless, he is just a weak scholar, how can he stand it?"

"Aunt Luo, what is there to pity such a person, die early and be born soon......"

"It's not, stupid and stupid, I can't stand on my own at the age ......of nineteen, and I want a sister to raise, it's useless at all."

"Hehe, now it's okay, a room full of books has been moved to pay off debts, look at how he is still a bookworm!"

"Brother, brother, wake up, wake up......" There was a soft cry.

......

The sound is noisy, fluttering and shaky, if it is far or near, it is not very real to hear in the ears. Immediately, the pain hit like a needle, and I couldn't help moaning.

Then, slowly, he opened his eyes, and found himself lying on the ground, surrounded by a group of people who were pointing at him and talking.

What happened?

My head hurt, and I felt like I was bursting, as if my mind was cracking into a lot of pieces. After a few breaths of breath, the cumbersome pieces finally began to come together and form one-

Rumble!

A huge rush of memory rushed in, like a torrent, he couldn't bear it anymore, screamed, and fainted again.

When he woke up for the second time, Ye Junsheng was already lying on a bed.

The bed was very old, and the sheets covering the body were patched in many places, and I barely looked up and looked around, almost like a homeless wall.

Ye Junsheng closed his eyes so that he could calm down and digest everything that happened - he was an ordinary young man in modern society, open-minded and optimistic by nature, but unexpectedly, a disaster fell from the sky and he fell ill suddenly. I thought I would die, but I didn't expect my soul to pass through time and space and come to another world.

This world, called the "Tianhua Dynasty", is not any ancient historical dynasty that we are familiar with. Strangely, the previous history of this plane had Xia, Shang and Zhou, Spring and Autumn Qin and Han, and Three Kingdoms, Sui and Tang.

The torrent of time made a sharp turn after the turbulent Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, and came to the Tianhua Dynasty, and never saw the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties again.

Could this be the so-called "butterfly effect"? Or is it the legendary parallel time and space?

From those tedious memories, Ye Junsheng sorted out some clues a little, figured out the ins and outs, and couldn't help but look dark, and felt that he couldn't cry or laugh:

Pedantic!

It's incorrigibly pedantic.

The former owner of this body, surnamed Ye, is named "Feng", the word "Junsheng", a scholar, has a fixed marriage, is not married, and is now dependent on his sister.

As a scholar, it is understandable that he should mainly study poetry and books. The problem is that this son is too much, and he has believed in three maxims since he was a child: "There is Yan Ruyu in the book, there is a thousand Zhongsu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book." "Anyway, I decided that I had everything in the book, a book in hand, and nothing else. For as long as I can remember, except for eating, drinking, and Lazar, I have basically dedicated all my time to books.

The ancestors of the Ye family were also wide, and they were considered scholars, but they fell into the generation of Ye Feng's grandfather, and later only inherited a room of books and an ancestral motto of "Persuasion".

This room of books has become Ye Feng's favorite, reading day and night, enjoying it, staying at home, it is simply a model of "otaku" in this era.

Ordinary people study hard, nothing more than to gain fame, he is good, he reads completely for the sake of reading, with a free and easy appearance of "wealth is like a floating cloud in me", he doesn't even go to the exam, let alone make a living.

Ye Feng's obsession with books has reached the point of no return. This gave the parents a headache, and repeated persuasion was ineffective, so they had to invite relatives and friends to come over and do ideological work. But Ye Feng didn't pay attention to it at all, a guest came, although he appeared, he still held the scroll in his hand, and read it aloud as if no one was around, others said someone else's, he read his.

In this way, no one can do anything about him, so he can only secretly curse "rotten wood cannot be carved", and left in a huff.

Over time, the name of "bookworm" spread all over Pengcheng County, and when his parents died early, no one cared about it.

Ye Feng is immersed in the world of books and can't extricate himself, he doesn't need friends, he doesn't need a wife, but people always have to eat, drink, and wear, and the Ye family is in decline, and there is no source of income, and almost all the things that can be sold are sold out. Poor Ye Feng's sister is still young, so she has to find work everywhere to support herself and her brother.

But this is not the way after all, people not only have to solve the problem of food and clothing, but also have accidents, illness and injury, etc., which costs a lot. If you can't make ends meet, you have no money and can only go on credit and borrow. Over time, the debts are piling up, and they are unable to repay the slightest.

Now the creditors quit and finally flocked to it today. They also have a conscience, and they don't embarrass their little daughter's family, and they all set their eyes on that room of books.

Books can be sold for money, especially some ancient and rare books.

If there is anything else valuable for the Ye family, it is only these books.

If you don't have money to pay off your debts, you have to pay them off with books.

The creditors broke down the door, but frightened the nerd who "didn't hear anything outside the window" inside, and when he found out that the other party was here to move the book, it was like asking for his life, and he fought hard to resist the robbery. It's just that he is a weak scholar, what can he do? As the so-called fists and feet have no eyes, he was put to the ground after a few strokes of scramble. Anger strikes the heart, and the soul lingers. When he woke up again, he had become another "Ye Junsheng".

After figuring out the situation, the traverser was so angry and funny, I really couldn't imagine that there would be such an idiot in the world.

The head began to ache again, faintly, like a dark tide. Accepting and merging the memories of others is not child's play, but fortunately, the other party has lost their own will and has less resistance.

Ye Junsheng moved slightly, leaned his back against the head of the bed, and when he raised his hand, he suddenly found that he was still holding a scroll tightly in his hand-

"Well, this ......"

It soon occurred to him that it was the only thing that the nerd rushed out the door to desperately retrieve and successfully defended, and it should be a painting. For its sake, it was pushed down so hard that it had a big hole in its arm, and blood flowed.

Hey, that's not right!

Ye Junsheng remembered that his arm was drenched in blood before, but this scroll was infected, and it was bloodstained. But now it seems that the scroll is clean, and there is not the slightest trace of blood.

He thought something was strange, so he opened the scroll and looked at it:

This is a peculiar freehand scenery painting, the distant mountains are drifting, the forest is lush, and there is a grassy slope nearby, and the slope is crossed by a large blue rock. On the stone sat a little fox with flawless white fur, vivid, with pointed ears erected, wide eyes, and a book reading intently.

The white fox reads, just like a schoolchild;

"Spirit Fox Picture"!

In the blank space on the upper right side of the painting, the name of the painting is indicated, and there are two lines of poetry: The red dust seems to be dyed in the green mountains, and the people's hearts are like ghosts and foxes!

No seal, no inscription, I don't know why.

The whole painting is very pleasing to the eye. Looking at it, it can make people feel stable, peaceful, and very comfortable, and it is definitely from everyone's hands.

Ye Junsheng himself doesn't know much about painting, but he inherited the memory of a nerd. This nerd lived for nineteen years, with books as his companion, and although he achieved nothing, it was undeniable that he was very talented. A room full of books, sprinkled with hundreds of books, astronomy and geography, historical classics, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, everything, almost all of them were memorized by him and memorized by heart.

In the Dahua Dynasty, this can be regarded as a rare talent. It's just that the nerd has a wooden personality, is pedantic, and doesn't understand the world, so he hasn't thought about doing things with a belly full of poetry and books.

He didn't want to, but Ye Junsheng thought about it, and he had to think about it.

Now, from the perspective of appreciation, he studies the value of this "Spirit Fox Picture".

This painting is natural, the artistic conception is ethereal, but unfortunately there is no seal left, if it is really a famous masterpiece, it will definitely be sold for a good price.

Yes, Ye Junsheng thought about selling his paintings, all because the home environment had reached a point where the mountains and rivers were exhausted, and dinner was not settled.

The paintings are beautiful, but they can't be eaten. He's no longer the nerd he used to be, starving for a room full of books.

In fact, if the book in that room was sold according to the market, the amount of money earned would definitely exceed the debt, but the situation was chaotic, and the creditors snatched it up, but there was no way to care about it.

Paying off debts is just and righteous.

A room full of books is gone, and there is only one painting left, and there is really no choice but to sell it and sell it for some living expenses. As for the bloody and bizarre elimination of the picture scroll, it is no longer entangled at this time. Perhaps, it was my previous dizziness that caused me to remember wrongly, and there was no blood stained on the painting at all.

Suddenly, Ye Junsheng suddenly saw that the fox in the painting had shifted his gaze, leaving the book and winking at himself. He was taken aback, and subconsciously shook his hand and threw the scroll to the ground.

What's going on?

The white fox in the painting actually moves, like a cute girl, and makes an extremely lively blinking motion!

Impossible, how can it be?

Not to mention that this is a painting, even if a fox really appears in front of him, it will not throw winks at him, is it really a fox spirit?

Hallucinations, must be hallucinations......

After a moment, Ye Junsheng reacted and smiled mockingly. He leaned down, took the painting back in his hand, and examined it carefully. Sure enough, the landscape is the same as before, the grass and trees are still there, and the snow-white little fox sits quietly on the stone and reads, although the mood is expressive, but the painting is the painting, it is the solidified brush and ink, and it will not become a living thing.

After looking at it for a while, he didn't find anything unusual, so he rolled up the painting and put it away. At this time, a feeling of weakness came to my heart, and the nerd's body was really bad, and he couldn't hold it after a fall and some blood. In fact, the wound had already been bandaged by his sister, and his poor sister was now estimated to go out to work for others and earn dinner.

Thinking of this, a strong feeling of self-blame couldn't help but come to my heart: Nest, it's really a nest. A dignified man, for many years, he has been living on his young sister, eating his sister's "soft rice", and he blushes when he thinks about it......

But now that his eyes are black, he has no solution, and he is mentally tired, so he simply sleeps first and nourishes his spirits, so that he has the energy to think of a way out and support this family.

I don't know how long it took, Ye Junsheng woke up from his sleep, he smelled a tempting fragrance, he was a little puzzled, climbed out of bed, and walked outside.

Outside was a hall, empty with no extra furniture, just an old wooden dining table and two stools. At this time, there were two dishes on the dinner table, a large bowl of white rice. The fragrant smell comes from the steaming dishes.

It smells so good!

In a daze, his index finger moved, and he only felt that his stomach was rumbling and "protesting", and he was really hungry. Immediately sit down, raise chopsticks and serve bowls, feast, and eat two dishes and a big bowl of white rice.

After putting down the dishes and chopsticks, touching his stomach, and burping, Ye Junsheng felt that something was wrong: Anyway, who made this delicious meal?