Qiu Baiyun said, and glanced at the happy chick and said: "The prince of Derkhamu in the previous dynasty has printed more than 100 novels and plays in his life, but where is there a word that he wrote by himself? Every day, I talk and sing to myself, sing under the Coptis tree, and have a lot of fun, but there are only those who are hard to write and code......"

The happy chick sat on the stool, straightened her expression, and said leisurely: "Those people are indeed not easy. Many of them live in rented houses in black holes, and there is no heating in winter, and in summer they are as hot as a steamer, and they work hard to write. Just to earn a bite to eat. That's why I got some money from my father and tried to give them as much as I could. ”

Although facing the wine and food, Tang Yu suddenly felt that he couldn't eat a bite: "How did I hear that a few days ago, there was an author in the capital, who wrote and wrote that he passed all at once. It took days for the body to be found?"

"I know that. Qiu Baiyun, who had a sharp tongue and knew it three years ago, could never hold back his loneliness, he opened up the conversation box and said it as it was, "He called 'The Wind Rises and the Clouds Flying', and he was writing a marriage and love novel "The Story of a Woman and Three Men" for our bookstore at the time, and suddenly he had a heart attack......"

Happy chick nodded: "Hmm, I've read this person's novel, and the text is so beautiful." ”

When Qiu Baiyun heard this, he exchanged glances with her, and said happily: "Our bookstore sent someone to see it at that time, and when I entered the house, I saw that the scene was miserable." It was dark and lightless, like a prison cell. There was a bare bed in the room, and the person was lying upright. There was half a bowl of gruel on the board, and a few slices of pickles in a small plate, and it seemed that no one had touched it for days—"

Tang Yu glanced at Qiu Baiyun and asked, "Then he doesn't have any family members?"

"Who knows, no one was there anyway. Besides, it should be a matter for your government to do it quickly. ”

"And what happened?"

"What else. In the end, everyone couldn't help it, so they turned over their pockets, and each of them scraped together a few dollars to buy a thin-skin coffin. Dragged him out and buried him. ”

"Since there is a death lawsuit, the first person to be present should be the local yamen. Tang Yu blinked puzzled, "What are you literati running to join in?"

Qiu Baiyun hung his chest, shook his head and sighed: "Who said no, it stands to reason that the government is indeed responsible for this kind of thing, but don't you know that the yamen has recently added new rules? 'The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying', a scholar, who is poor and sorrowful, where did he get this money?"

Tang Yu was shocked when he heard this, but he knew that the world was reversed and his humanity was abnormal. He said: "Then the local land protectors, lijia, and even the owners of the houses have unshirkable responsibilities in this matter. Don't they care?"

Qiu Baiyun wiped the remaining raindrops on his face, and looked sad: "If this author leaves a few hundred taels of silver, then maybe everyone will rush to take care of the funeral for him, and maybe they will fight with each other." But after him, he has nothing to grow, and his hands are empty, who do you say will come forward?"

"Human affection is cold, the world is miserable, nothing more than this. Tang Yu lamented again and again.

The happy chick saw that the two of them were talking bleakly, so she didn't want to listen. She looked at Qiu Baiyun, frowned slightly, and interjected: "I heard that the author has written and published three episodes of this novel, and another one is about to be finished." Now that he's gone, what will happen next? If he throws it away, won't it be a scrap?"

Qiu Baiyun laughed happily: "What you said, Zhang Butcher died, and he didn't eat hairy pigs." Regarding "The Story of a Woman and Three Men", the bookstore has already put a lot of money on it and is looking for someone to write a sequel. ”

The happy chick was very happy when she heard it, and asked repeatedly: "Tell me quickly, have you found it now?"

"Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men. Qiu Baiyun was triumphant and said, "Two days ago, it was said that there was a strange woman on the side of Hanshan, who was very talented in literature, and she reported that she wanted to write a sequel to this novel. ”

"What's the name of this talented woman?"

"Paint the cat and the tiger. ”

"Why is this so weird?" said the happy chick.

Qiu Baiyun also nodded again and again, and said, "It's not what's wrong, I also said that this matter is in suspense." Isn't that still a cat? There's nothing wrong with a tiger. Besides, what else can be under a cat's nose, unless it's a mouse. Live rats and dead rats. Hahaha, or a male or female cat......"

The happy chick looked enthusiastic and her attitude was quite serious: "This 'wind and clouds' has always been my favorite writer, the novel is beautiful and smooth, and the love is like crying." Why don't you wait a few years, hone it, and let me write the sequel?"

Qiu Baiyun shook his head, pursed his lips and said, "No." After a few years, people's enthusiasm has passed, and no one will read it anymore. The market is like this, it has its own iron laws. ”

At this point, he suddenly frowned, got up and said, "I'm sorry, you guys sit first." I'll go out for a convenience. With that, he hurriedly walked out.

There are only two people left in the house, Tang Yu and Happy Chick.

After a pause, Tang Yu turned his head, looked at her pair of dark eyes that were as clear as a mirror and as clear as water, thought for a while, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"What's so bad. The happy chick leaned down on the stool and clasped her knees with her hands.

Tang Yu thought for a while, gritted his teeth, and finally spoke: "Tell you, you won't mix with these people in the future......"

The happy chick glared and said, "What do you mean by that?"

"Those people are mixed, with three mountains and five mountains, and the composition is very complicated. Tang Yu was at the table, and told the chick about the last time Mingyue Restaurant had a dispute with Niu Million, Sudan Red, Alexandre Dumas and others. And he said, "You should go home obediently, stay with your father, and don't go anywhere." I'm here for your good. ”

"No, I think they're very nice. Very talkative, funny, quite considerate when it's over, eating and singing or something. ”

"That's just scratching the surface, how old are you and how much do you really know about them?"

"Well, how strange are you saying that? Look at what you said, it seems to be much older than anyone. The happy chick did not appreciate it, and said unceremoniously, "Besides, this girl has his own decision, and my father does not dare to point fingers at me!

Tang Yu was hit by the fire, he raised his fist and slammed the table, his lips trembled: "We are friends, so we have to be responsible, why can't you even listen to a good word now?"

The happy chick stood up, and was not lightly angry, and said sharply: "Don't be sentimental, who is friends with you." We've only played around together a few times, and we've just been friends in general, and we haven't had any other ties. Why are you interfering with my freedom for no reason?Oh, little catcher, don't you think that we have that kind of relationship with you?"