MTL - Joy of Life-Chapter 27 Red Sleeve Timing Night Book

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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After experiencing a surging tide, Zhangzhou Port quickly responded to calmness. What is the relationship between the old-fashioned dish and the other corpse in his building? No one has noticed. As for the cause of the fire, the government did not give any explanation, and no one in the people of the fools had any interest in this reason.

The law and order of Zhangzhou Port has always been very good. Under the strict control of the Supreme People’s Insurance System, criminals and adventurers who are roaming in the northern part of the country cannot get any benefits here. In addition to the fact that His Majesty the Emperor’s trade shifted to the south, the tax exemption from the seven neighboring counties near Chenzhou was exempted. Although the people could not be enriched immediately, at least they could at least guarantee that the family had some surplus food. There will be riots caused by famine 30 years ago.

Moreover, although the city of Zhangzhou is leaning against the sea, it is not contaminated with too much violent temperament of the sea. The residents in the city are very gentle, so when facing the most noble door in the city, Piaget, it will always Show proper respect and care. Even if everyone knows that Fan Fan is just an illegitimate child, it is still the cry of Fan Shaoye Fan Shaoye, trying to suppress the innermost feelings that may have been there.

This is the pain of Fan Xian.

In addition to showing his talent as a deaf child in front of the fateful housekeeper, this world has no chance to play this role. Walking on the street of Zhangzhou Port, some people are very kind to him. Some people respect him very much, that is, no one comes to provoke him.

The infuriating body in the body slowly accumulated, and his meridians were extremely solid, and the instinct that was mostly lost to the snow-capped mountains of the back was quiet. I don’t know what the use of the nest is.

This world of leisure is always playing a steady, literate boy, but this is a long time, always feel a little embarrassed. And obviously knowing that his level can kill an assassin, he is also looking forward to the possibility of having a man, a righteousness, and saving a beautiful woman.

But Zhangzhou Port is too peaceful, too Taiping.

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In the study, I sang the burning incense of Ningshen, and the faint scent is very painful and feels very comfortable. Fan Xian took a delicate brush in his hand and carefully wrote the words on the rice paper cut into four palms. Nowadays, there are two kinds of literary and ancient literary works on the writing field. There are also two kinds of quill pens and brush pens on the pen. If you look at it from a convenient point of view, it may be better to use a quill pen, so now all the tips of Kyoto are generally used. This is the case, including when Fei Jie teaches in Zhangzhou.

However, the technique of sharpening the tip of a quill pen is a master craftsman who needs to be truly skilled. It is easy to deform with a long nib, so it is not easy to promote it.

Fan Xian prefers some of the writing brushes. One is that since the world uses clever words, the words written with a brush are of course more beautiful. He decided to practice calligraphy well, lest it be too shameful in the future.

On the other hand, he believes that the story that he is "writing" at the moment is sure to use a brush and a very beautiful little sly to copy slowly to show that respect.

I put on the ink block with two slender fingers, slowly and gently grinding it clockwise in the cymbal, and the eyes fell on the paper in front of the young master, only to read:

"... I saw the smart alone in the room to wash the tea bowl, Qin Zhong ran to kiss his mouth. Intelligent and anxiously said: What is this! Then I will call. Qin Zhong asked: good man, I am anxious to die, you I will die here today. I am smart here: What do you want? Unless I am out of this pit, I am away from these people. Qin Zhongdao: It is also easy, but the water can not save thirst... ..."

Sisi looked at the unbearable content written on it, and could not help but redeem his cheeks. "How is this intelligence so shameless?"

Fan heard the voice of the ear and groaned, and looked up curiously. He smiled and asked: "Why is the sister saying that she is smart and shameless?" He always calls several big rings in the room or where others have not noticed. Sister, this habit has continued since the beginning of the winter, the ring is not enough for him, the old lady does not care, so I have to go by him, I have been used to it for so many years, I don’t think it is different.

Sisi’s face was flushed, like a cloud, very beautiful. He explained: “That nun... it’s too frivolous to speak and act...just a young master, what is a nun? What is it?”

Fan leisure smiled, thinking that he would write about Qin Zhong and smart children, you will only feel that it is true. But when he heard Sisi ask what the nun is, he only remembered that there is no Buddhism in the world, and naturally there is no monk, and there is no female monk.

He scratched his head with his empty hand, and did not know how to explain it. After half a day, he said: "The nun is like an ascetic monk, and the girl is like a temple."

When Sisi heard his explanation, he was shocked: "The young master can't write it. The temple is in the middle of the sky, always mourning the world, not doing things, how can it be that dirty place."

Fan Xian did not explain to her, smiled and said: "Know it, I am careful when I write."

He wrote a few more words. He thought of something, and let Sisi go out, so that he would not see the content of the children in the back, and would report it to the old lady. When he was a child, he often said that he changed the story to scare the winter. The winter child always thought that it was taught by Mr. Xi Xi. Later, he really went to the old lady to complain, and the book that had been silent for several days.

Sisi carefully took a few words, put down the ink in his hand and pushed it out, and the twisted appearance in front of the door made the fan's heart slightly warm.

Fan is quietly thinking about it, thinking that this copy of the Dream of Red Mansions is much more complicated than the plagiarism of the poems of the predecessors. I started writing a year ago, and now I have only written fifteen times. Fortunately, this brain is now clear and weird, memories of past lives. Actually, it is not bad, but it is more clear. If you lose money, you can remember Cao Xueqin’s verdicts that are beautiful and difficult to remember.

It’s just that the background of the characters in the book is always a little different from the world. I don’t know if I will be understood by others in the future, so some of the important things still need to be changed slowly. However, Fan is still very confident about this red dream of the pen, a cow, led to Beijing or a cow - Dream of Red Mansions? Putting it into this world is still a Dream of Red Mansions, still a big cow.

(The cover is not changed for the time being. Leave a few chapters to re-use the paragraphs in the future. Hehe.)

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