Chapter 40 Too Normal

Nie Guangyi's brain was shut down.

He found that his IQ was questionable.

A greeting like "Hello ex-girlfriend" can be used to advance or retreat, how lethal is it?

As soon as these words came out, how could such a charming person be so suave?

This is obviously by design.

Nie Guangyi is also very confident.

It was you who said it was because you broke up with me that I lost control of my emotions.

This young master just turned around and defeated you, how could you still turn your back on him on the spot?

Embarrassment doesn't matter as long as everyone is together.

Being embarrassed alone is not as embarrassing as being embarrassed by others.

Nie Guangyi is really weird!

Why does it happen that whenever he meets Brother Zongji's eldest daughter, he inexplicably becomes formal, as if there is something wrong with his brain?

The unparalleled [Hello Ex-Girlfriend] is gone.

The extremely deliberate [Girl is so clever] is here.

Okay, now, with such a classic greeting, the girl won’t laugh to death?

"What a coincidence."

The dream heart smiles lightly, the autumn chrysanthemums are shining brightly, and the spring pines are blooming.

She asked aloud: "Do you want to ask again, what kind of food are sold in the restaurants on the streets of Bianjing City? Are there any snacks that are fragrant all over the streets in "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"?"

Nie Guangyi was stunned.

Does he have it?

Even in the deepest part of my heart?

Counting from the time he was put on the green hijab, has "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" ever inadvertently entered his mind, even for a thousandth of a second?

Nie Guangyi’s answer is no.

But, is this answer still important?

Compared with the real journey of one's mind, the delicacies in "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" are simply a gift from God.

Nie Guangyi was curious: "How come a girl always has the ability not to embarrass others?"

Nie Guangyi only planned to think this in his heart, but because of the downtime, he directly said it out loud.

If someone gives you a step down, you have to climb up to the sky.

If you fall to your death, the insurance company will sue you for insurance fraud.

Nie Guangyi cleared his throat unnaturally and responded a few beats later: "Well. Have you ever seen her before?"

"I've seen it." Meng Xinzhi responded naturally: "Walking on the streets of Bianjing City, you can't actually see anything sold in restaurants. What you can see everywhere on the street is not snacks, but drinks."

"Yinzi? It's just for drinking, right? These are the things you little girls like. Perilla Yinzi, Agarwood Yinzi, Ophiopogon Yinzi, Cardamom Yinzi, they are similar to the milk tea that is now popular on the Internet, right?

?”

"That's not necessarily true. Didn't Su Dongpo survive the Ophiopogon japonicus with his own hands?" Meng Xinzhi looked at Nie Guangyi and further said: "In today's Internet celebrity milk tea shops, there are no less boys than girls, right?"

"That's true." Nie Guangyi opened his mouth and said: "[A pillow of cool breeze costs ten thousand dollars, but no one is willing to buy a North Window Sleeper. I am happy to warm my stomach and drink it in winter, knowing that it is cooked by Dongpo's hand.]"

Meng Xinzhi is more adaptable and prefers this way of chatting.

Nie Guangyi read Su Dongpo's poem about making yinzi, which aroused Meng Xinzhi's interest: "Do you remember that in "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" there is a person who has lived in Wang Yuan's wife's house for a long time?"

"Remember, that is a hotel, not Wang Yuanwai's home. The location is quite inconsistent with Yuan Wai's home. The main reason is the word "long stay"." Nie Guangyi's memory has always been online.

"Yes, on the left side of this hotel, there are two large open parasols. Under the umbrellas there are small signs like [Yinzi] and [Xiangyinzi]."

Meng Xinzhi began to count the drinks that appeared in her dream: "Ginger honey water, sugar cane water, licorice soup, lychee paste, cold water mung beans, bayberry thirsty water, five-flavor thirsty water, ice and snow cold yuanzi, raw pickled water papaya , sugar, mung bean, licorice, ice and snow cold water..."

"You mean, in your dream, you visited Yuan Wang's wife's house?" Nie Guangyi's emphasis was different from that of Meng Xinzhi.

"I was pushing Wang Ximeng out of the house next to Zhao Taicheng's house."

Meng Xinzhi explained, "It is equivalent to entering the picture from the far left side of the scroll."

Nie Guangyi recalled briefly: "Zhao Taicheng's house is a medical store, right?"

"That's right." Meng Xinzhi started a new topic: "This clinic has been controversial starting from the outermost sign."

"I've never heard of this." Nie Guangyi asked, "What's the controversy?"

"Mainly because it's so old and the original characters are denser, so it's hard to see clearly." Meng Xinzhi said, "The sign on the right [Cure Jiu Suo Zhen Fang Ji Xiang Wan] is not too controversial, but the sign on the left is controversial. It’s relatively big.”

"The sign on the left is [Dali Zhongwan Yiwei Stomach Medicine], right?" Nie Guangyi answered.

Meng Xinzhi did not answer immediately, but looked at Nie Guangyi with an inquiring look.

"What's wrong?" Nie Guangyi asked.

"There are many online versions and even encyclopedias that annotate it as [Imperial Physician's Pills to Treat the Wei and Stomach Medicine], and some say [Dali Zhong Pills to Treat the Wei and Wei Cold]. Not only domestic debates continue, but also many foreign scholars You also have your own considerations. Why do you seem so determined?"

"I looked at it with a magnifying glass," Nie Guangyi said.

"Have you seen the entire volume of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"?" Meng Xinzhi was extremely envious, "There isn't much time for the exhibition of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"!"

"I went there on the 90th anniversary of the founding of the Palace Museum. Before that, this painting had not appeared in public view for ten years. At that time, I queued up with nearly 10,000 people. The scene was truly spectacular."

"Envy with a capital letters! I was just in my first year of high school at that time, and I didn't have a vacation if I wanted to." Meng Xin's envy was evident in her words.

"What's the point? You're not going to wear your hair out soon. In a few years it will be the 100th anniversary of the Palace Museum. It will definitely be on display, right?"

Nie Guangyi tried to comfort him: "Even if it doesn't go on display for a hundred years, as long as you don't die for a while, numbers like 110 and 120 are not just alarm calls, they can also be anniversary celebrations."

Nie Guangyi's comfort was definitely sincere.

Whether the people listening will be comforted is another matter.

Seeing that Meng Xinzhi's expression was a little unnatural, Nie Guangyi rarely stopped and brought the topic back: "Did you see it more clearly in the dream? The outermost sign on the left is indeed [Dali Zhongwan Yibi]" Stomach medicine], right?”

"That's right. Dali Zhongwan is the name of a traditional Chinese medicine prescription, which corresponds to Jixiang Pills."

Meng Xinzhi seemed to have not heard what Nie Guangyi had just said, and responded gently and gently: "Going further from Zhao Taicheng's house, on the right is the home of Wang Yuan, who has lived for a long time. You will first see the parasol selling drinks. "

Nie Guangyi doesn't care about drinking wine, he cares more about wine shops: "If I remember correctly, is the Sun Yang Zhengdian opposite Jiuzhu Wang's wife's house? In those days, only the Zhengtong store could make wine and sell it, right?"

"That's right. The wine sold in the foot shop needs to be [wholesale] from the main store." Meng Xinzhi further explained: "Sun Yang's main store and the stall selling drinks are not in the same direction. The drinks are on the side, Sun Yang

The store is right opposite the home of Wang Yuan, who has been living there for a long time."

"Then your fake..." Nie Guangyi corrected him in the middle of blurting out: "I just want to ask, which studio on the first floor of your Aurora is decorated according to the style of the one in the picture? Why did you think of it in the picture?

Fishing in the room, such a strange idea?"

"It's the house to the left of Zhao Taicheng's medical store."

"Isn't Zhao Taicheng's clinic already on the far left of the screen?"

"No." Meng Xinzhi said, "There is a house with an open door next to it, built by the water. That is Wang Ximeng's home."

"Live next to a pharmacy? The center of Bianjing city is full of shops, and there are very few people living there, right?"

"Yes." Meng Xinzhi said: "But they are all the kind with front bungalows and back rooms. Houses like Ximeng's house that only live in people are indeed relatively rare."

Nie Guangyi thought for a while: "This is equivalent to using the best location on the Bund and the building with the best scenery for home use."

Meng Xinzhi answered: "Listening to what you said, it is indeed a bit extravagant."

"Wang Ximeng's family is as rich as any other?" Nie Guangyi inevitably had such doubts.

"There was no such background in the dream. From what Ximeng said, it was because he grew up in medicine jars, so he had to live next to the best doctor in the city."

"What's wrong with Wang Ximeng?"

"Heart disease." Meng Xinzhi replied: "In modern times, it is not serious at all. It can be cured with an operation. At that time, no one thought he could live beyond the age of eighteen. If Ximeng could live longer,

In a few years, there will definitely be more than one "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" left behind."

"Do you know where the painting of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is? I once read a book and said that it painted the big and small Hanyang Peaks of Lushan Mountain, Four Falls, Xilin Temple, and Shizhong Mountain at the mouth of Poyang Lake.

There are many more places."

"With Ximeng's body, how could he have traveled to such a far place? "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is his imagination from beginning to end. The farthest door he has ever gone to is the city of Bianjing that I recommended him to revisit."

"That's right." Nie Guangyi brought the topic back to his own focus, "After all, do you want to tell me that you took a trip to Bianjing City, but you didn't know what delicious food was on the street?

.That’s what it means.”

"Not really. You asked me before what kind of food is sold in the restaurant and whether there are any snacks that are fragrant all over the street. I really didn't notice these two. The restaurant has a threshold, and I can't get in even with a wheelchair.

.However, at that time, there were still a few shops in Bianjing City with only ceilings and no walls. Those two were bakeries. Although there were steps, they were relatively low and could be climbed up with a wheelchair. Even if they could not get up, they were on the side.

It doesn’t affect the experience. You can watch the store prepare it and eat it right away.”

"Cake shop? What kind of bakery?" Nie Guangyi asked

"The cake shops of the Song Dynasty are our modern noodle shops. Pancakes are the general name for noodles in the Song Dynasty. Those with soup and water are called "soup cakes", and then there are oil cakes, Hu cakes, steamed cakes, sugar cakes... Anyway, there are all kinds of cakes.

All kinds of pasta." Meng Xinzhi did a little popular science.

"Isn't there something called noodles in "Tokyo Menghualu"? I remember there are raw mutton noodles, tung skin noodles, and yoroku noodles from Dafan Restaurant; there are also pork noodles and big noodles from Sichuan Restaurant; and Nanshi

The store’s: Tongpi cooked noodles, I want to try all of these.”

Nie Guangyi's mouth suddenly secreted a lot of saliva, and his stomach reminded him at this time that he hadn't eaten or drank since getting on the plane.

He wants to eat noodles now, and he only eats noodles from the Song Dynasty.

Large noodles, chicken noodles, tung skin noodles, pork and sheep noodles, fried salt-fried noodles, pork noodles with bamboo shoots, shrimp noodles with sublime ingredients...

"I'm not good at cooking. If you are interested in these things, you can ask my dad later." Meng Xinzhi smiled sweetly, "My dad is the best at studying the food in the classics."

"Really? Xiao Shizi, too." The more Nie Guangyi thought about it, the hungrier he got.

Son-in-law, study the delicacies in the classics together."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Nie Guangyi, who was overly normal, realized his problem.

He didn't understand what was happening to him.

He actually forgot that he was afraid of flying.

After so many years of flying, this was the first time he felt hungry on an airplane.

In the past few years, I have been under high stress, not to mention not eating or drinking for more than ten hours on the plane. After getting off the plane, I still had to relax for a long time.

"Is the Xiao Shizi you are talking about sister Cheng Nuo's boyfriend?" Meng Xinzhi asked.

"No, no, no, no, I'm talking about a chef. He's very good at cooking classical cuisine. I'll introduce him to you another day."

"Thank you, no need." Meng Xinzhi refused.

"Ah? Why?" Nie Guangyi had a guilty conscience and there was no silver in this place. "I'm really not talking about that little Shizi of Xuan Shi."

"It doesn't matter." Meng Xinzhi did not refute Nie Guangyi, but gave her own standards: "Ayi may like people who make delicious food for her. As for me, I probably only like people who resonate with me mentally.

Ever since I was little, I have never cared about food."

“Isn’t it true that people live just to eat?”

Nie Guangyi couldn't agree with Meng Xinzhi's statement: "The Ayi you mentioned is your sister, right? Then I should probably get together with her."

Nie Guangyi is probably really normal.

Otherwise, how could he be either seeking death or on the way to it?

"Ah, well, girl, don't get me wrong. I don't mean to offend your sister by saying this. She is still so young, right? I..."

This is wrong, say it again.

Nie Guangyi continued to make amends: "No, what I mean is that I have been a celibate for a long time, and I will definitely die alone..."

Meng Xinzhi raised her head and looked at Nie Guangyi quietly. With eyes that were not stained by a trace of dust, she blocked Nie Guangyi's unspoken "ultimate" explanation.

Nie Guangyi was speechless.

If shutting up can avoid embarrassment, he can selectively give up the language function.

"Are there any museums in Rome that are worth visiting?" Meng Xinzhi asked.

The girl who would never be embarrassed once again saved the overly normal Young Master Guangyi.

"Yes! Vatican Museum." Nie Guangyi started the introduction mode: "You know that the Vatican is a country located in the center of Rome, right? The Vatican Museum has therefore become the smallest national museum in the world."

[Floating comments]

In the last two chapters, the words used to describe Meng Xinzhi's appearance and temperament are all derived from Cao Zhi's "Luo Shen Fu".

I secretly believe that "Luo Shen Fu" is the pinnacle of describing the beauty of women throughout the ages.

As elegant as a frightened giant, as graceful as a wandering dragon.

Every word, every expression is full of imagery.
Chapter completed!