Zhang Junshi was dispatched by Nie Bufan to buy New Year's goods, and as soon as he entered the city, he assigned the matter to his buddies.
The man handed over a letter and said, "Sir, this is a letter from the master."
Zhang Junshi unfolded and looked at it for a while, and the originally gentle expression became a little cold. In the letter, in addition to asking about the situation of the Xishancheng branch, it is to prepare him to welcome the arrival of the goddess, and he must come out on top. Several pages of stationery are full of news about the goddess, not even a word of concern and greetings. Zhang Junshi hastily read it and put the letter in the box.
He took out a pen and paper and simply replied to the letter.
Zhang Junshi's father was a very strict person. Although he was a businessman, he had all kinds of strict rules and regulations. He learned poetry and calligraphy etiquette since he was a child, in order to enter the officialdom in the future and shine on the lintel. However, Zhang Junshi didn't like to be an official. After he was admitted to the jinshi, he was unwilling to go further. Instead, he began to take over the family business and showed his extraordinary talent in business.
Zhang’s father was so angry that he drove him to a remote place several times, leaving him to fend for himself, but he could never stifle his ability to make money like a god of wealth. Even if he had no money, he could still find business opportunities, never To have, step by step will be the cause of development and growth. For example, the branch in Xishancheng is the product of his "distribution" period.
In the end, although Father Zhang compromised, he never recognized Zhang Junshi's achievements. Until the news that the goddess chose a son-in-law came, Zhang's little abacus sounded again, threatening him with his own life to find a way to marry the goddess.
You must know that although the celestial girl is only a commoner, she has the emperor's attention. No matter who marries the celestial girl, she can get a reward. Of course, the price is one of the three hexagrams in the Tiangong Palace.
Zhang Junshi shook his head helplessly, and asked the man to take the New Year's goods to Jiwo Village.
When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw a few chickens clucking to greet him. His original heavy mood slightly improved. He grabbed a handful of rice from his pocket and threw it out. The chickens nodded their heads to express their gratitude, and then went to peck them gracefully. Food.
The two guys looked strange, but Zhang Junshi was very calm.
"I'm back, Bufan." He shouted inside.
Nie Bufan stuck his head out of the window, raised his hand and said, "Come here quickly, something good."
Zhang Junshi walked in curiously.
Nie Bufan handed him a pile of red paper and said, "Write the Spring Festival couplets, and I'll post them on all the village houses later."
Zhang Junshi looked up and found that Li Yi was already writing at the table. He glanced at him and motioned to reserve a seat for him.
Zhang Junshi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He first asked the staff to put things down, and then sent them away. He walked to Li Yi's side and saw that his words were strong and strong. Pick up the pen and start writing.
Different from Li Yi's, Zhang Junshi's words are elegant and agile, giving people a gentle and elegant feeling.
After writing a few pairs of words, it was quite enjoyable, and the original troubles disappeared. Looking at Nie Bufan inadvertently, I saw that he was also writing and drawing with a pen. He couldn't help but leaned in curiously and suddenly became dumbfounded.
"Uh, what are you drawing?"
"Don't you understand?" Nie Bufan gave him a contemptuous look and said, "This is 'more than every year'."
Have more every year? Zhang Junshi took a closer look. On the red paper, a radish with facial features and limbs was drawn holding a twisted radish.
Nie Bufan said again: "Look, this cute child is holding a big fish, doesn't it mean that there are fish every year?"
"..." It turned out to be a baby that looked like a radish holding a fish that looked like a radish.
"Hehe, just by looking at your expression, I know you don't know." Nie Bufan waved his hand and said, "This is called abstract painting. It breaks the traditional realistic style and uses rich imagination to create. It comes from reality, and it is higher than Reality, the pursuit of the highest realm of imagination."
Zhang Junshi then had a different understanding of Nie Bufan's painting skills.
Li Yi listened to what he said, so he couldn't help but leaned in to appreciate it, then kept silent as always, turned around calmly and continued to write his own words.
Nie Bufan disapproved and continued to waste pen and ink with great interest.
After writing, several people divided their work to paste the couplets.
The originally cold Jiwo Village, with these red and bright auspicious words, suddenly became a little more popular.
Zhang Junshi and Li Yi admired their masterpieces with satisfaction, but they were embarrassed when they saw the "New Year pictures" posted on the door. The abstract paintings, compared with the delicate couplets, are simply unbearable to look at.
Nie Bufan himself was not at all conscious, this person never knew what shame was.
Well, in fact, these paintings are used to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits, and the effect should be good.
Zhang Junshi smiled secretly, and Li Yi also twitched the corners of his mouth.
The New Year's Eve dinner is very rich, including chicken hot pot, chicken meatballs, chicken dumplings, chicken ribs, chicken stir-fry, fish bone chicken soup and so on.
Zhang Junshi warmed the small wine, one cup per person.
Li Yi didn't say much, but he could see that he was in a good mood.
Nie Bufan told the two stories while eating, not scary, but embarrassing. A Chinese Ghost Story, for example, was described by him as: "A female ghost fell in love with a Taoist priest, and was thrown into reincarnation by a jealous scholar, and was reincarnated into a chicken."
"Wait." Zhang Junshi interrupted, "Why are scholars jealous?"
"Stupid, because he likes that Taoist priest."
Zhang Junshi was a little confused: "If I'm not mistaken, the Taoist priest should be a man?"
"Yeah, what's the problem?"
"The scholar and Taoist priest are..."
"Friend Ji, do you understand?"
"Kiyou... Does kiyo refer to the extraordinary intimacy that transcends friendship between men and men?"
"You are the truth."
"… "
Zhang Junshi lowered his head, suddenly a little absent-minded.
Li Yi glanced at the two of them and ate his meal silently.
Nie Bufan didn't care about their expressions, and continued to make things up: "In the past, there was a scholar who was never smeared with women's lust. I made a bet to expose the hypocrisy of the scholar, so I turned into a beautiful woman, tempted every night, but never succeeded. In the end, I could only admit defeat and give the life pearl to the carp spirit. The carp spirit won the bet and thanked him happily. Scholar, as a result, the result was eaten by the scholar."
"Have you eaten?" Zhang Li said in unison.
"Yeah, the carp spirit is a handsome male demon."
Zhang Li and both of them were miraculously understood. This "eat" is not the other's "eat".
Nie Bufan also added: "After the fox spirit found out, she spit out a mouthful of blood and died. She couldn't rest her eyes, and her resentment was too deep. In the end, she was reincarnated as a resentful chicken."
Zhang Junshi: "…"
Li Yi: "…"
So cold.
"There's another story..."
"Don't talk, don't talk." Zhang Junshi desperately served him vegetables.
"Eat, eat." Li Yi also desperately served him vegetables.
A New Year's Eve dinner ended in Nie Bufan's spoof story.
After a few people cleaned up, they sat around the fire to drink tea and watch the night.
When the sound of firecrackers came from the direction of Xishancheng, Nie Bufan suddenly took it out of his arms and sent a red envelope to Zhang and Li, he said with a smile: "Happy New Year, there are big red envelopes."
Zhang Junshi and Li Yi silently accepted the red envelope.
"As the village head of Jiwo Village, it is necessary to give out red envelopes to the younger generation. You are welcome, just keep them properly."
The two of them looked at each other and couldn't laugh or cry, but their hearts were warm, even though there was only a copper plate in the red envelope...
Zhang Junshi also touched it in his arms, took out a crystal jade pendant, handed it to him, and said, "Auspicious New Year."
"For me?" Nie Bufan took it and tossed it over and over. The bright smile on his face was enough to eclipse the fireworks in the stove...
Li Yi didn't feel like it, and he was also searching for it. In the end, he only found out those few banknotes, which were still stained with blood. It was not auspicious to take them out. superior.
"Tonight, the three of us alone can talk all night." Nie Bufan suggested, "You can sleep in my bed together."
During the last renovation, Nie Bufan specially widened his bed, and it was no problem to lie down four or five times.
"You just need to stop telling that kind of story." Zhang Junshi said fearfully.
"Okay, no problem, it's your turn to talk." Nie Bufan threw himself on the bed, rolled a few times, and then waved, "Come on."
I don't know why, looking at Nie Bufan's messy appearance on the bed, Zhang Junshi and Li Yi had a strange feeling in their hearts, and couldn't help but think of those stories, the love between men and men...
The two of them were lying next to Nie Bufan, one by one, and the three of them were in a row.
Nie Bufan sighed: "Don't you feel lonely if you don't spend New Year's Eve with your family?"
The two were silent.
Nie Bufan said again: "I am because I have no relatives in this world, what are you doing?"
The two continued to be silent, and at the same time held Nie Bufan's hand comfortingly.
"It's too cold, let's tell a story."
The two let go at the same time and turned to lie on their sides.
Zhang said: "Suddenly a little sleepy, go to sleep."
Li Yi simply snorted lightly.
Nie Bufan sighed and sighed sadly: "Alone in a foreign land, a stranger, every festive season, I miss my hometown, I think about thousands of miles of frost tonight, and the Ming Dynasty is another year for no reason. Don't cry for others until dawn..."
Zhang Junshi turned around and said seriously, "Let's tell a story."
Li Yi also turned around and deeply agreed.
"That's what you said."
Zhang and Li nodded affirmatively and definitively.
"Well, let's start with a tear-jerking story about the white snake's repayment..."
…
Two poor people, suffered all night in agony. The aftermath is that the outlook on life and the world have been completely reversed since then.
They realize that there is a kind of emotion in this world, called Jiqing, which is a world-shattering love that transcends the secular, transcends class, transcends race, transcends gender, and transcends time and space.
Nie Bufan, are you a real base or a fake base? Do you know how to write the words "self-eating evil fruit"
May the Buddha bless him.