Time flies, the years pass by, flowers bloom and fall, the grass turns green, snowflakes fall and plum blossoms bloom... ... Just like that, a few years have passed, and another snowy winter has arrived. The heavy snow covers the sky and the earth, dyeing everything white.
On the snow-covered path leading from Xiahe Village to Shanghe Village, a young man slowly appeared in the snow and wind, humming a strange tune.
"The wolf-tooth moon, the beauty is haggard, I raise my cup and drink up the wind and snow... Who overturned the cabinet of the past life, causing the dust and right and wrong. The word fate, several reincarnations... You frown and cry, the beauty can't be called back..."
The boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a simple and honest face, and a pair of black and bright eyes that were always bright and energetic in this snowy day. He was wearing a blue robe, a black belt around his waist, black boots, and a rabbit fur hat on his head.
The young man stepped deep and shallow in the snow, making a crunching sound, holding a roasted sweet potato in his hand, blending into the snow and wind.
"I heard that snowy melons and music go better together."
As the boy was walking, he uttered something inexplicable, and then he started laughing neurotically.
If he hadn't been alone on a snowy day, he would definitely have been considered a psychopath.
He crossed the snow-covered wooden bridge, went around the foot of the mountain, and arrived at the door of Mr. Li, the richest landlord in Shanghe Village. The courtyard was deep and the threshold was high. The boy waded in and knocked on the door where two big stone lions sat and red lanterns hung.
Boom boom boom
No response
The young man was not discouraged at all and knocked on the door again.
After a long time, the impatient sound of someone crunching on the snow and swearing came from the yard.
Crunch
The door opened and a doorman stuck his head out to see who was so blind as to disturb his sweet dream in such a snowy day.
It is said that the prime minister’s doorman is a third-rank official, and his power should not be underestimated.
"Hehe, good morning, Uncle Li. I'm sorry for disturbing your sweet dream again." The young man saw the door open, with a silly smile on his face, he tactfully handed over a roasted sweet potato and apologized.
"It's you again, kid. How come you finished the book so quickly again?"
The doorman took the roasted sweet potato handed to him by the boy, but the impatience on his face did not subside. He glanced at the boy and said unhappily.
The young man didn't care about the bad temper of the concierge at all. He still had a silly smile on his face and said, "I have bitten off more than I can chew. I have only finished copying. I hope Uncle Li will say a few kind words to let me borrow a few more copies so that I can disturb Uncle Li's sweet dreams less in the future."
"Don't come on, I am not a person who can help you! Go by yourself, and help me close the door when you leave, and don't disturb my sleep again."
The doorman, Uncle Li, was flattered by the boy's words and a smile appeared on his face, but he said in a bad tone that the weather was very cold, with strong wind and snow. After giving the instructions, the doorman huddled back to his room to catch up on his sleep.
The young man bowed and thanked the doorman loudly from behind.
After closing the door, the young man walked towards the study room of the wealthy man Li's house. Although borrowing books seems easy now, when he first came here to borrow books, he was embarrassed. If he hadn't met an old friend by chance, he would never have been able to borrow a book.
Mr. Li was also a person who liked to show off his knowledge and culture. With a large family and a lot of money, he wanted to decorate his house. He bought a lot of paintings and calligraphy by famous people, and a large cart of poetry and books, and built a study room. But Mr. Li never came in to read books, so he wasted his time. When the boy heard about this, he wanted to help Mr. Li use his study room, but he was turned away several times. Fortunately, he met an old friend and was able to come in to borrow books. He borrowed a lot of books, and the people in Mr. Li's family got used to having such a boy come to borrow books every now and then.
The boy was also sensible. He always returned borrowed books on time and never soiled the poetry books. That was why the rich man Li allowed the boy to borrow books.
When the boy was about to reach the study, a brisk and excited voice came over and interrupted his steps.
"Oh, Zhu Ping'an, you are amazing. How did you know it would snow heavily today?"
A chubby little girl with a bun tied with a blue ribbon, wearing a new double-breasted cotton-padded jacket and holding a brocade bag in her hand, came over quickly, chattering.
The young man turned his head and saw the brocade bag in the girl's hand, and the silly smile on his face became even more intense.
What a naive and stupid girl! She actually believed it.
Before Zhu Ping'an could speak, another female voice was heard, clear and pleasant, as if a lark had flown in the snow.
"Stupid Huaer, you were fooled by him."
Along with the voice came a little fairy who seemed to have been banished to the mortal world by the Emperor of Heaven. She was wearing a fluffy cape, a pleated skirt, and a ribbon tied around her waist. The most eye-catching thing was her pair of black eyes, which were full of spiritual energy... ...
Behind the young girl, there was a large group of people, including an old nanny and several maids, who were chasing after her.
"Miss, I'm not stupid. Look, there are four words written on the note in the brocade bag: 'It will snow today'. He wrote this note when he borrowed a book last time. It's amazing that he guessed that it would snow today." The chubby little maid Hua'er pouted and said aggrievedly, and unfolded a note in the brocade bag to show her mistress.
"Oh, you are such a stupid girl! You were sold by him and still helped him count money!" The young lady knocked the little maid on the forehead speechlessly.
Zhu Ping'an looked at the aggrieved little maid Hua'er with amusement, and felt a little guilty. He thought he should not lie to this stupid girl next time.
In fact, the thing is this:
The last time Zhu Ping'an came to borrow a book, he saw the maid Hua'er mumbling in anticipation of snow, and she was almost crazy. He couldn't help but want to tease her, so Zhu Ping'an coaxed her and said that he had read the Book of Changes and Qi Men Dun Jia, and although he couldn't call the wind and rain, he could calculate the time of rain and snow. After that, Zhu Ping'an lit a stick of incense, pretended to calculate, and then wrote a sentence on the paper with ink, and sealed it in the brocade bag of the maid Hua'er. He told the maid Hua'er that the brocade bag could only be opened after it snowed, otherwise it would not work.
Just this morning, the little maid Hua'er got up and found heavy snow falling outside, so she couldn't wait to open the brocade bag and took a look: it was snowing today.
The little maid Hua'er immediately opened her mouth wide in surprise: "Wow! Zhu Ping'an is so amazing!"
This is how the current situation came about.
Zhu Ping'an looked at the aggrieved little maid, then looked at the young lady who was knocking the little maid on the forehead. He found it very funny. How come the young lady was so smart that she was almost a demon, while the little maid was so stupid and cute
The young lady who was teaching the little maid a lesson suddenly found Zhu Ping'an staring at her. She couldn't help but frown and scolded in a proud and arrogant manner:
"What are you looking at, you toad Zhu Ping'an! If you keep looking at me, I'll have someone dig out your dog eyes."
Well, as expected, even after growing from a little loli into a young girl, she is still the same arrogant, materialistic, vicious, and arrogant!
At most, she would change from a scheming little loli to a scheming young girl.
Zhu Ping'an still has no good feelings towards Li Shu, the arrogant and conceited young lady. What's the use of being pretty? From Daji, Yuhuan and Zhao Feiyan, the more beautiful a woman is, the more trouble she will cause.