Zhui Xu

Chapter 17: aura

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Two years ago, Nie Yunzhu and Hu Tao's master and servant left the Golden Wind Tower. Although they lived together like sisters, they tried their best to undertake some work within their ability, but in fact, master and servant were still master and servant after all. The housework is still undertaken by the walnut, and Nie Yunzhu just does some simple things. She embroiders some beautiful brocades every day, and occasionally takes some embroidered handkerchiefs on the soles of her shoes. She goes to Jinfenglou to teach qin music every few days. She maintains this family in this way. Of course, her embroidery takes the fine line of self-entertainment. , the quality is good, but the effort and cost are also high, after all, not much money.

Since Hu Tao became seriously ill last month, Nie Yunzhu had to take on these things. She could still cook simple meals, and it was no problem to wash clothes—not skilled, maybe not as clean as walnut. It's just that I bought that old hen a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I wanted to stew it to make up for the walnuts, so I finally put it in a few baskets.

He caught the hen and did not dare to kill it. Later, he let the hen run away and jumped into the river after chasing him all the way. Someone rescued him, and his first reaction after waking up was to slap the other party in the face, and then the other party saw the kitchen knife the next day, and even helped him kill the chicken...

She is usually a calm and calm woman. She has seen many people in the brothel over the years, and her image is still very important. Who knew that what she saw this time was all shameful, and she felt embarrassed just thinking about it. A few days ago, I fell ill with Hu Tao. Fortunately, the cold was not severe, but it was only after the Mid-Autumn Festival. I thought I couldn't even ask the name of the benefactor. Huyan Leifeng... Huyan Leifeng didn't know if it was right or not. Who knew that he was here today, but he met again.

Nie Yunzhu used to read a lot of people. This young man was probably in his early twenties. He seemed to be polite, but after thinking about it, he was quite different from others in his actions. Appear casually. This is also the case from when he saves himself, when he slaps him in the face, to when he helps him kill a chicken and leave. Nie Yunzhu followed at this time, and saw that he really wanted to buy charcoal, but after he looked at the charcoal and talked a few more words with the boss, the situation was a little different.

It is almost late autumn and winter is approaching. Most people have to buy carbon in their homes. Naturally, there are places where they are sold in bulk, but this store actually sells carbon in bags. After the man told the shopkeeper, he dumped a large bag of charcoal on the ground, took a cloth bag, and squatted there to pick out the charcoal strips one by one. It takes a few strokes to throw a certain one into the bag. The owner is not angry, but just asks a few questions curiously, and then goes to his business.

After just looking at it for a moment, Nie Yunzhu followed, stopped behind the other side, and bent down: "Engong?"

"Huh?" The man turned his head to look at her, but recognized her, "Oh, it's you, so coincidentally." His subordinates were still concentrating on choosing charcoal.

This reaction and statement are a bit strange. Confucian culture has reached its peak now, and various etiquettes are quite complicated and exquisite. If a man sees a woman coming, he must stand at attention and wait for it with gentleness. habit. However, "Oh, it's you, it's such a coincidence." This was the first time Nie Yunzhu met, but it was a natural feeling. She froze slightly, blinked her eyes, then pulled up her skirt and squatted beside her.

"Engong..."

"Oh, it's just killing a chicken, it's alright, you don't need to call me benefactor." The man waved his hand with a smile and said casually.

"Could it be that the benefactor only remembers killing chickens, but doesn't remember saving his concubine from the river?"

"what… "

The other party was stunned for a while, and then he came to his senses. Nie Yunzhu couldn't help but burst into laughter. The two of them squatted side by side in front of the pile of charcoal. Nie Yunzhu turned to look at him: "My concubine's name is Nie Yunzhu." After waiting, he made sure that the other party could remember the name before he said, "Is the name of Engong called Huyan Lei Feng?"

"Hu, Huyan Lei Feng..."

For a while, the man's expression seemed to twitch a few times, very complicated, and then he laughed: "Haha, Ning Yi." He said, "Ning Yi, Ning Liheng."

Hearing this name, Nie Yunzhu was also stunned.

"Water tune song head..."

"That person's name is Ning Yi, with the word Liheng..."

"The son-in-law of the Su Mansion..."

"Maybe it's a celebrity who bought poetry..."

The astonishment at the first sight of the words in the Golden Wind Pavilion was still lingering in my mind at this time, and the discussions of the girls also flashed past. Ning Yi and Ning Liheng. Originally, she was just appreciating the words and phrases. She had not had time to digest the charm of the poem itself. She didn't have many thoughts about gossiping with others, so the name didn't matter to her at all. At this time, just now made a shock to her mind.

She was stunned for a while, and then she reacted: "Mr. Ning... I don't know what is the purpose of buying this charcoal?"

"Well, it's used for writing." Ning Yi tapped the wooden board that was coated with a layer of white paint on the ground, and then took a piece of powdered charcoal to write a Nie character on the ground. He probably wanted to follow it. He wrote the name Nie Yunzhu that he heard just now, but he paused when he wrote the last stroke of Nie, probably thinking that it would be rude to write the other person's name like this, so he changed the place a little and wrote "Ning Yi" "These two words come.

The font followed the way of regular script, and it was strong and powerful. After writing the last stroke, the charcoal was also broken. Nie Yunzhu himself has attainments in calligraphy, and after a little consideration in his heart, the way of holding charcoal is different from holding a brush. If he had written with a charcoal stick himself, the font would definitely be far inferior. He was able to write like this with charcoal. I am afraid that the understanding of calligraphy has already become a family.

These days, poetry and calligraphy is a family. People with high attainments in calligraphy are most likely to be called great scholars of the previous generation, and they are not much worse. People who can write such handwriting can write that water tune. suspicious. Nie Yunzhu thought to himself how unbelievable the rumors really were. She didn't know that Ning Yi's calligraphy was just to read, but she had practiced writing various artistic fonts with chalk and pens. Later, she gained status and mood, and her handwriting was even more added. Dividing the momentum, looking at those two words at this time, I feel a slight step backward, but I can always take it out and fool people.

Practicing calligraphy doesn't happen overnight, so we can't make those students who practice calligraphy hard all day feel that the teacher's fonts are ugly...

"When I take it to the classroom, I use this whiteboard to write, and I can erase it. If the sand table is not clear enough, I always have to sweep it. Moreover, the sand table is flat and the students are tired from reading it. This one can be hung upright."

"Classroom... school? Is Ning Gongzi a teacher in the school?"

"Well, elementary school, teaching a few stupid students to read, write, and so on..."

"Heh... Young Master Ning, is this one okay?"

In the brothel Chu Pavilion, all of them pay attention to the social art of how to get along with people naturally. As long as he is prepared, Nie Yunzhu is confident that he can talk to anyone naturally without feeling embarrassed. It is natural to say this this time, but it is not because of themselves, but because of the attitude of the other party. The two chose those charcoal bars, and soon filled the small cloth bag, and their hands were already black. . When paying, Ning Yi paid more than ten cents for this small bag of charcoal bars.

"The store is so unreasonable, and the carbon bar will charge more than ten cents." Nie Yunzhu said after leaving the door.

"Oh, it's not good to disturb others. I guess it's because I heard that I'm going to use it in the school to make me pick and choose like this. The identity of the teacher is quite useful."

"If you want to buy it next time, you might as well buy a few bags and choose them at home. Anyway, if you use them at home, you can save the money."

"Haha, next time I won't come to choose, let the students bring some suitable ones to the school."

After a while, the two washed their hands by the Qinhuai River, one carried wooden boards and charcoal, the other carried cloth bags and medicine bags, and walked forward one after another. Ning Yi just waved his hand, saying that it was not a big deal, and took it over with an understatement.

The two talked occasionally, and the atmosphere was naturally a bit strange. The two walked out for a while, and Nie Yunzhu, who was walking one step behind, thought about the artistic conception of the water tune, and suddenly felt that maybe only such a free and easy person can write poetry like this.

After walking for a long time, Ning Yi stopped at a river bend and said goodbye. Not far from the river bank, the waves were quiet and the willows were green. A tea shop and several small shops were located there. There is a small chess booth next to the tea shop, where two old people are playing games in a leisurely manner, one of them is quite luxurious in silk and silk all over.

She said goodbye to the other party, paused for a while after saying a few words, and walked forward. He knew it, smiled and said something, and vaguely heard his voice.

"... The two of you have been tortured so badly... This morning, Yu Zixing came to me... "

She walked over, and when she finally looked back, the man was sitting there watching chess, taking a sip of tea with a cup of tea in his hand. There is not much intersection between the two, and without the excuse of repaying kindness, Jiang Ning, who is so big, may not even have the chance to see each other again in the future. The other party doesn't seem to have much utilitarianism and ambition when she talks to others, which is almost only seen among the talents and celebrities she has seen. The way down is calm and natural, unrestrained and free and easy, without much red tape, but never unpleasant. Feeling, but really keep a distance, just like the rumored style of the literati in the Tang Dynasty. Nowadays, literati are all about being gentlemen, maybe a gentleman should be so elegant.

Maybe they won't meet again in the future, and the other party didn't take those "kindness" seriously, but she already remembered such a figure in her heart.

Ning Yi Ning Liheng…

Thinking so, Nie Yunzhu walked towards the home.