"Here, here," Yu Jinnian went up to greet him, "Do you want noodles?"
The girl was about to make assignments, when she saw a handsome little boss coming out from behind the counter, with a three-pointed smile in her eyes, it made her heart itch. , with a blush on his cheeks, he said for a while: "You guys, do you have a private room here? Our little... master, as soon as I entered the city, I heard that the things in your house are novel and interesting, so I insisted on taking a look."
Private room
Yu Jinnian glanced back at the square inch of his noodle restaurant, feeling worried for a moment, but then thought of something, and said with a smile: "There is really no such thing as a shabby hut, a private room in the bad shop, if the young master doesn't dislike it, why don't you use it in this hall?" There is a place separated by the screen? What do you think?"
It looked even better when she smiled, the girl blushed and thought, she glanced at Yu Jinnian and hurried into the car to ask for an answer, then got out of her head and shouted from afar: "Sure! Please trouble the little boss!"
Yu Jinnian agreed, and when he returned to the back hall, he knew that Erniang had several wooden screens that could be used, so he went to ask Erniang to explain why he borrowed them. between".
The diners in this hall were also curious, and they all poked their heads to see who this young master was.
It doesn't matter when I look at it, I saw that when the brocade curtain of the incense car was lifted, it was a young master who stepped down, but two graceful ladies, one was dressed in green and the other was in green, the other was exquisite and lively. Quiet and elegant, the fragrance powder wafts from the two of them as they walk around, and lotuses grow on the feet, which makes this small noodle shop the size of a palm "glorious".
Yu Jinnian first heard that the little girl wanted a private room, so he thought that it might be a young lady who came, so he was not very surprised. Naturally, there is a saying in the Xia Dynasty that men and women do not get married, but the relationship between men and women is not strict and cruel. It is normal for poor and humble daughters to show their faces in public to make ends meet. Ladies from noble families can also go out for fun, but they must not stay at night or go out alone. It is inconvenient to sit at the same table with men and laugh at the same time, etc. After all, it is still necessary to maintain some reserved distance.
As soon as the lively young lady took her seat, she asked to bring some simple food over, so that she could hurry on her way after eating.
Yu Jinnian ordered two bowls of hot noodles, a plate of cucumber side dishes, another hot and sour cabbage, and two ice cream cakes, and served them together. The young lady was very bored watching the first few scenes, and only took another look at the ice cream.
"This is the freshly made ice cream this morning." Yu Jinnian introduced.
Miss Bi Yi took a closer look and snorted, "Isn't it just glutinous rice and sesame seeds? What is it called snowflake cake?"
Yu Jinnian nodded and said yes: "It's just a nice name, and I'm happy to eat it."
"Ying'er." The young lady in Tsing Yi raised her head and finally said, "You insisted on coming. Since you are here, don't talk too much."
"Understood, sister." Miss Biyi stuck out her tongue.
Miss Tsing Yi asked again: "How much time is left to go to Xia Jing?"
The girl behind replied: "If you hurry up, there are about half a month left, and you should be able to catch up with the Qingluan Poetry Fair. I just don't know... Will that young master appear at this year's Poetry Fair?" There was some fascination on the face, "I heard that the person floated out of the world and has an outstanding demeanor. I don't know if it's true?"
"Didn't the new No. 1 Scholar challenge him? Since he has accepted all of them, he will definitely appear!" Miss Biyi took a bite of the ice cream cake and said expectantly, "In previous years, he only handed out poems. , people who have never seen him before, this year I must see him!"
The woman in Tsing Yi shook her head: "I'm afraid it's just another joy?"
Miss Biyi was angry: "Sister, don't be crowed!"
"So what if you see it?" The girl behind said with a smile, "Can Second Miss marry him?"
The second lady blushed immediately: "He Xiang!"
He Xiang immediately covered her mouth and fell silent, laughing and hiding aside.
"Qingluan Poetry Club..." Yu Jinnian heard something new and thought about it for a while, but unexpectedly he pronounced it out of his mouth.
Second Miss looked back at him and asked, "Do you know about Qingluan's Poetry Association?"
Yu Jinnian smiled and said honestly: "I don't know, may I ask Miss what this is?"
"I don't know?" The second lady looked at Yu Jinnian with a startled expression, as if she was looking at some alien object. She didn't bother to explain to Yu Jinnian, a country bumpkin who was so vulgar that he had never even heard of the Qingluan Poetry Association, so she raised her finger and called the girl: "He Xiang, tell me!"
He Xiang then pulled Yu Jinnian aside and talked about the reason for the Qingluan Poetry Club.
It turns out that on the outskirts of the capital city of the Xia Dynasty, "Xiajing", there is a valley with extremely beautiful scenery. In the valley, there are winding streams, flowers and trees. Steaming around the clouds is like a fairyland on earth. The former emperor built a viewing platform in the valley, and it was named "Qingluan Terrace" because it was said that there were green luan coiled around the valley.
However, where there are beautiful places in the world, of course, the footprints of literati are indispensable. Every year in the early autumn, talented scholars and beauties gather at Qingluan Terrace to compete in poetry and prose, and show off their literary talents.
However, from the past few years, a person appeared at the Qingluan Poetry Fair. For several years in a row, he only sent young servants to deliver poems to Qingluan Terrace, but he never showed his face. More decent than flawless, it is a legend. Because it happened on the Qingluan Terrace, someone found out that this person also had the word Luan in his name, so some beauties and ladies nicknamed him "Mr. Qingluan", and they admired him very much.
Later, I don't know who spread the news, saying that this young man has a supernatural appearance and a refined appearance, even a man would feel ashamed of himself when he sees it, and it also attracted the admiration of the ladies of the government.
These official ladies have always been the trendsetter in the market, so they come and go again and again, and the reputation of the "Qingluan Poetry Club" has also grown. No, this year's Poetry Festival is coming soon, and it just so happens that a talented champion has arrived in Chaoshang, but he is dissatisfied with this "Mr. Qingluan" who has never seen him before. , invite him to Qingluantai to compete.
People didn't take it seriously at all, after all, that young master was not surprised by favor or humiliation, and he never showed his face in such a big matter. Who knows, hey, this time is really strange! Not two days after the letter of war was issued, someone spread the word that Master Qingluan had agreed!
This is really a miracle!
After hearing this, Yu Jinnian understood the thoughts of all the ladies. Star chasing, especially "that one" was rumored to be like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world. Now, when I first heard that this fairy idol who has lived for nine days is going to give a concert suddenly, and maybe even get an autograph, how can I not be excited
It should be, Yu Jin nodded his head, he not only understood, but also understood very well.
The two of them lowered their heads to talk, and they inevitably got closer. The maid He Xiang secretly looked at him, her heart throbbing, as if it was something the young lady said... a cow bumping around in her heart.
If Yu Jinnian knew what He Xiang was thinking, he would correct her with a gentle face, girl, it was a deer that bumped into her.
After finishing speaking, the two young ladies in the screen finished their meal, and when paying the bill, the young lady generously gave him a few silver beads, saying that the snowflake cake was delicious, and he rewarded him. Yu Jinnian accepted it with a smile, and sent them out after a few words of flattery.
Before leaving, the horse had already neighed and raised its hooves. Yu Jinnian just straightened up when he saw something floating down from the car and flying straight to Yu Jinnian's feet. He bent down to pick it up, but it turned out to be a silk handkerchief with a lotus embroidered on one end and two lines of characters tattooed on the other end.
He stared at the word for a while, and although he could probably guess the meaning of the handkerchief in his heart, he still found an acquaintance among the diners, an old scholar who used to copy books for a living at the entrance of Dongxiang, and asked Said: "Mr. Wang, I don't know how to read. Just show me, what does this word mean?"
Wang Shusheng looked at Yu Jinnian suspiciously, as if he didn't expect him to be so innocent and illiterate.
Yu Jinnian also smiled embarrassingly. The characters here are similar to the ancient Chinese seal script, but in Yu Jinnian's eyes, the strokes are still complicated and difficult to understand. He has been with his uncle's family since he was four years old, and has never been to school again. Some of the characters Yu Jinnian can recognize now are simple characters taught by Yuanben's father when he was not there, and some are his own after wearing it. I learned it here and there, even guessing and guessing, counting and counting, that is, the numbers commonly used in accounting and the names of some fruits and vegetables. Xu Erniang can write, but she is too mentally ill to bother her. As for the school...he has no time and can't afford it, so to this day, he is still no different from a half-illiterate.
"Sir?" Yu Jinnian came back to his senses, and saw that Wang Shusheng was also wandering away, so he called out again.
Wang Shusheng knew that he was impolite in his sizing just now, so he quickly looked at the handkerchief, and immediately said with a ho ho smile: "Hey, brother Xiaonian, I'm afraid that girl has fallen in love with you! Look at this poem, it was written by Mr. Qingluan , that little girl is using this Qinghe poem to express her friendship with you!"
It's Young Master Qingluan again.
Yu Jinnian thanked Wang Shusheng, folded the handkerchief and put it under the counter, thinking to himself, why is this fairy idol so famous
In the afternoon, there were fewer people in the store, and Xu Erniang was in better spirits. Yu Jinnian moved a recliner for Erniang to lean on. As soon as she heard that there was a new snow cake made today, she insisted on trying it. Erniang has a problem with her spleen and stomach. Originally, glutinous rice is not easy to digest and shouldn't be used by Erniang, but her condition has deteriorated to the point of passing day by day. Yu Jinnian didn't want to disappoint her, so he cut off a little Here, with a bowl of noodle soup, tell her to chew slowly before swallowing.
Bringing Sui Sui, who was playing in the backyard, to talk with her mother, Yu Jinnian was free to go to the market to find Aunt Li who was selling vegetables, and discuss with her what dishes to buy tomorrow.
On the way back from the vegetable market, Yu Jinnian passed a bookstore. Yu Jinnian thought that he couldn’t continue to be illiterate like this, or else he wouldn’t even be able to understand the little girl’s love letter. He was thinking about whether to buy an enlightening book and go back to study by himself. The store owner was hesitant when he saw him , then stretched out his hand to ask him to come in and have a look.
"Poetry and epic stories, everything is available." The shop owner smiled.
Yu Jinnian read everything like a heavenly book, and felt a little cramped, so he picked up a few thin and simple books and asked the price. They were all expensive, so he touched his purse, reluctantly let go.
Words need to be recognized, and books must also be learned, but not now—he comforted himself—he needs to save money first.
Just as he was about to leave, he accidentally swept across an old dusty book in the corner of the bookstore. It had a blue leather and a corner was missing.
The shop owner also saw that the young man wanted to learn, but unfortunately he was short of money, so he picked up the missing book and handed it to Yu Jinnian, saying: "This is Qingluan's poetry collection from last year, the spine of the book was soaked by my naughty son. Some of them were put in the warehouse and were gnawed by mice, and they couldn’t be sold anyway, so if you want them, you can take them away.”
The corner of the boy's eyes rolled, he happily took it, and thanked him warmly and sincerely, which made him feel a little embarrassed for giving away old books.
Yu Jinnian took the book and took it home like a treasure. Now he deeply understands the crooked truth of "knowledge is wealth, without wealth, it is impossible to have knowledge". Graduating on the single-plank bridge of the "School", at any rate, it can be regarded as a little achievement, but now you have to start from scratch, it is simply too despicable.
So much so that Sui Sui, seeing his cautious appearance, thought he was hiding something delicious in his bosom, but when he pulled it out, he saw that it was a book with half of its leather peeled off, and ran away bored.
After closing the shop at night, Yu Jinnian held the lamp in his hand and opened the book with great interest.
The title of this book is "Qingluan Poetry Collection", and the owner of the store also said that it was compiled by Qingluan Poetry Association in the past, but when Yu Jinnian took a closer look, half of the poems in the book were signed "Mr. Qingluan"—what else is it called? Forget about changing the name of the collection of poems to "Fairy Idol Solo Album"!
It seems that this star chasing has existed since ancient times, and the fanaticism has only increased compared with modern times.
Yu Jinnian couldn't even recognize all the characters, let alone read poetry. He read a few pages with a taste, and memorized the shapes of several new characters. What, what does this poem and that poem mean? … Sorry, he can’t read it.
So not long after that, Yu Jinnian tilted his head, fell down on the bed, and fell asleep.
Since then, this "Anthology of Qingluan's Poems" has been placed on Yu Jinnian's bedside every day—it has become a decoration.