When I returned to the house, it was already afternoon -- when I was passing by, I bought vegetables on the side of the street and carried them back. Speaking of which, Ye Junsheng was dressed plainly and carrying two bundles of ingredients, and when he walked on the road, he looked like a houseman.

Others looked at it, not to mention the first talent in the north, and even the identity of Xiucai couldn't be seen, and they thought it was a man with no prospects, otherwise how would he buy vegetables in the market?

The sage has a motto: "A gentleman is far away from cooking", and the concept has long been ingrained. A real reader will basically not be contaminated with these things.

As for his brother's unreasonable behavior, Ye Junmei has long been accustomed to it. I used to think it was a little abrupt, but since I realized my brother's supernatural identity, everything can be explained for a grand reason: since my brother can fly, what is the fuss about buying vegetables and cooking, and it is unacceptable?

When entering the courtyard, Ye Junsheng suddenly said, "We should live in a different place." ”

Ye Junmei was stunned at first, and then came to his senses: Brother wants to change to a quiet environment, so as not to be disturbed frequently.

It is not difficult to imagine that after today, many people will come to the door with various purposes, and it is inevitable that they will not get tired of it.

"Brother, it's good for you to have an idea. ”

As always, Ye Junmei had no objections.

"Hmm. ”

Ye Junsheng nodded, put down the ingredients and went back to the room, and after a while, the sound of Langlang reading wafted out:

"There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun. The size of the kun is not known for thousands of miles, and it is called Peng when it turns into a bird, and the back of Peng is not known for thousands of miles. Flying in anger, it is like a cloud hanging from the sky......"

"Zhuangzi: A Getaway" is an incomparably magnificent and expansive chapter of imagination. Regardless of the past and present life, Ye Junsheng likes the space very much. Every time I read it, my heart yearns for it, and it is always full of a kind of unrestrained romantic feelings. It's a pity that even though he is currently a warlock and has magical powers, he is still far, far away from the surreal world described in the article.

Or, because it's far away, it's so beautiful.

At least for now, he loves to read, likes to write and ink, occasionally buys groceries, cooks, and shuttles between the markets, which is not much different from others.

This is also a kind of life.

......

Today is the second day of the Lunar New Year, and the city of Yangzhou is full of excitement, especially the New Year cultural meeting held by major families, which adds a lot of interesting topics.

Gotta get it!

Every once in a while, the sound of horses' hooves sounded on the street, and all of them were young men dressed in Tsing Yi riding horses, beating horses through the special aisles, responsible for circulating and exchanging the masterpieces of various literary associations.

One poem after another was spread in this way and became widely known.

Sometimes, the speed of word of mouth is not much slower, and many new works that have just been released, once passed on quickly, will not take long to spread, and will be commented on by people, and even some wonderful reviews and evaluations are sought after, and the popularity has skyrocketed.

Compared with the simple and simple liveliness of ordinary people in the market, the Wenhui naturally belongs to the festival of readers. The vulgar and the elegant, distinct, are like the events of two worlds.

The three wealthy families in Yangzhou, the Guo family, the Zhou family, and the Ximen family, are three-legged and belong to the Wenhui with the largest specifications. Countless eyes naturally pay attention to the movements chasing them, and every time a good quality work comes out, it is always the first time to pass it out and pass it to other cultural meetings for people to read and comment.

In previous years, the literati invited by the Zhou family were the most famous and of the highest level, such as Mei Xuehai, one of the three great talents in Jiangnan, who belonged to the Zhou family. With him pressing, suspense is always a minimum loss. In the end, it was announced, and the results of public opinion were all respected by Mei Xuehai's works and overwhelmed the crowd.

However, this year, because of the need to fully prepare for the talent competition, Mei Xuehai announced early on that he would not participate in the Spring Festival Cultural Meeting.

His absence has caused many people to regret it. During this period, the Zhou family once asked people to lobby, hoping that Mei Xuehai could attend, and just write the first work that should be in line with the situation. But he flatly refused, and said angrily: "Unless you don't participate, once you want to participate, you will definitely go all out...... In this way, it is against the heart. ”

He is a proud person, and his unsatisfactory work will never be made public.

Many people appreciate his self-discipline and strict demands on himself. Speaking of the entire Jiangnan literary circle, Mei Xuehai's literary products are also impeccable, and the reputation is good. All factors combined, and he is at the top of the talent competition handicap list.

First, it is a great honor, and it is also a great pressure.

Under the trade-off, Mei Xuehai simply retreated, just waiting for the competition to officially begin.

This year, the Wenhui lacked him, which was undoubtedly inferior, and the Zhou family was hit, and his momentum was obviously low, and he was suppressed by the Ximen family.

The Ximen family asked the ancient, the great talent who came to Pingzhou. He drank wine and was full of energy, and wrote nine poems in one breath, each of which was a work of the highest level.

Nine songs came out together, and the limelight was unrivaled for a while, and it established an obvious advantage early. Later, the literary associations produced a lot of works, but in comparison, they were still a step behind.

As time passed, the big picture became settled.

Simon's family had begun to hold a celebratory feast.

......

Some people are happy and some are worried, and the atmosphere in Zhushan and Guo's manor is relatively gloomy. The scholar is very thoughtful, but he is always limited by his literary talent, and the gap is the gap, and sometimes it cannot be made up at all.

No good work came out, morale was hit, and naturally there were complaints and complaints. tugged and pulled, and finally blamed Ye Junsheng again.

How can you not blame him?

I thought that with him, the first talent in the north, in charge, no matter what, as long as he played to the level and came up with high-quality works, I believe that he would not be crushed so hard by the Ximen family that he couldn't raise his head. After so many years, the worst belongs to this year.

Listening to these unreasonable accusations, Liu Tianchen, an honest man, finally couldn't help it, jumped up and made a generous statement, saying that the other party wanted to add crimes, and even bluntly said that Ye Junsheng was angry by their rude behavior.

These words naturally attracted a large number of sharp rhetorical counterattacks.

As a result, one person faced the debate of dozens of people, and the result was no suspense, saying that "failure" was a gold sticker on the face, and "fiasco" was the best adjective.

The hatred in Liu Tianchen's heart was like a surging river, endless, and like a urethral collapse, out of control. In the end, I had to hide in the manor under the banner of "urinating".

"Since you are invited to participate in the literary meeting, you have to eat and drink, at least you have to show some sincerity, not to say much, a work should always be wanted. ”

"It's not, eat and drink for nothing, play for nothing, pat your ass and leave afterwards, he's still the first talent in the north, I'm bah, the first bastard is about the same. ”

"The third lady is too, how can you let him go so easily. ”

Liu Tianchen "took refuge", and many scholars still said without stopping.

"Save it, the relationship between the third lady and the second son of Ximen, you don't know it, where will you really fight?"

"Having said that, but the Wenhui will return to the Wenhui, one yard to one yard, and it can't be looked down upon. ”

They speak righteously and strictly, but they never think that they have always earned face by themselves, and if they lose face, they don't find reasons for themselves, but blindly shirk their responsibilities and complain about others, which is inevitably funny.

Zhang Shanzong sat in the circle, his face gloomy: he originally invited Ye Jun to be born, hoping to be a blockbuster or something, but he also had some glory with him, but he didn't expect that the final ending would be messy and out of control, but it would get worse.

What a mistake!

sighed in his heart, wondering if he should pull Liu Tianchen and leave in advance.

In fact, he also understands a little about everyone's grievances: the Spring Festival Cultural Association is free in form, has no official organization, and is not so formal. However, if someone performs well, the owner will increase his face and be happy, and he will order someone to distribute a reward.

Don't underestimate this reward, when it comes to hand, everyone has almost the same amount of money, which is very generous.

It's about everyone's welfare, and in the end, it turned into nothing, and naturally some people took advantage of the topic to go crazy.

made up his mind, Zhang Shanzong didn't dare to make a noise, quietly got up, and went into the manor to find Liu Tianchen.

The manor is very big, for a while Zhang Shanzong didn't know where Liu Tianchen went, he couldn't help complaining, and when he shuttled through the corridor, he met two maids - the manor is divided into inside and outside, and during the literary meeting, the outer village is open and you can move around freely. However, Neizhuang belongs to the jurisdiction of the place, so please do not enter.

These two maids obviously belong to the entourage who served Miss Guo San. At this time, one person was holding a tray with a bowl of white porridge and three dishes of side dishes. was walking towards Neizhuang, and as he walked, he whispered:

"Miss is a little strange tonight, she has no appetite at dinner at all, and now she feels hungry and wants to eat porridge. ”

"It's not that it's weird, it's that she's drawing. ”

"What do you draw that you are so obsessed with?"

""Plum Blossom Picture", only a dozen paintings, are very dissatisfied, rubbed up and thrown on the ground, is a little irritable. ”

"Ah, I see. However, the young lady is good at danqing, how can she not be satisfied with the painting of more than a dozen paintings? Such a situation has never occurred. ”

"I don't quite understand, but this painting is a picture of other people's paintings by imagination. ”

"Oh, that painting must be a master's work, no wonder it's difficult to copy. ”

"Not really, but by a young girl who is younger than Miss. During the day when you are not there, it is not clear. ”

"What? Painted by a young girl, who is so powerful!"

"Well, her surname is Ye, her name is 'Jun Mei', her brother is even more powerful, it is said that he is the first genius in the north, he inscribed a poem on the painting, Miss liked it very much, copied it on paper, and recited it several times. I listened to it on the sidelines, and I knew it all. ”

As he spoke, he read it out naturally.

Miss Guo Jiasan is full of poetry and books, proficient in Danqing calligraphy, and the maids who serve around her are not idle, not the kind of woman who can't read big characters, knows books and etiquette, and knows how to write and ink.

Their discussion was originally very low, but that Zhang Shanzong had the heart, quietly pricked up his ears to listen, and listened to it word for word, full of joy, like a spring that could not be suppressed, and almost laughed out loud.

(To be continued)