[69 Book Bar-www.] It was early in the morning. Several people who came back from the morning market gathered in a teahouse in Wuyun City. While drinking the newly transported jasmine tea from Zhijiang Province, they said that the theater was staged last night.
A new series of big dramas appeared. The drama tells the story of a war that has not ended for a long time, a story of the brave and fearless warriors of the Republican army fighting against the brutal snake man, fighting for seven years, and finally winning. Those people talk about the characters in the drama
, each of them was full of energy, as if they had just returned from the battlefield - in fact, they were just some people in the market, and they might have to have a big fight with their wives over the loss of their business today after they went back. But now, they are all thinking about it.
Out of the play.
They were happy to speak, and the other tea shops next to them were listening lively, and they also added a few sentences. As the saying goes, teahouses have no superiority and inferiority. People who buy teahouses can say anything and make jokes, and no one can tell.
To be honest, don’t say it is in this era where people are preferred and people are the first.
These people were very excited, and an old man sitting in the corner was silent. The old man was wearing a robe of the rule of law, which was clean even though it was covered with patches. Because the emperors of the previous dynasty respected the rule of law very much, the republic was republic.
The army was established, and the legal system was severely attacked. One of the sect leaders of the two tribes of the legal system was exiled and the other was even beheaded, so the disciples of the legal system were in disgrace for a while. The old man sipped the tea in his mouth, with his eyes
It seemed drunk, without saying a word.
At this moment, a noise suddenly sounded outside the door. A man who was talking so hard that he splashed his mouth and poked his head and shouted, "Little Brother, what happened outside?"
The tea doctor was holding a big copper pot and making tea for a new guest. After listening to the hello, he hurriedly poured water for the guest in front of him, walked to the door and looked at it, saying, "If you say goodbye, it's Zheng, you're the one who knows how to tell me.
Jinwu is arresting people.”
Zhi Jinwu was the organization responsible for urban security in the previous dynasty. Now that the dynasty has changed, the organization is still retained. The man heard it and spitted, "Have you caught the remnants of the previous dynasty again? These bastards were popular in the past,
If you drink spicy food, there will be this day."
Hearing this, Dr. Tea came over and smiled and said, "Master, don't say this." He pointed to the note posted on the pillar and said, "Just talk about the wind and moon, don't talk about state affairs."
The man seemed to know his power, and he shrank his neck and stopped talking. For a moment, there was a cold incident. Fortunately, those Zhi Jinwu had already come here at this time. The person they were escorting was very young, with a handsome face and wearing a body.
Although it was a coarse cloth dress, it could not hide his luxurious aura. But the young man looked nervous and his eyes were filled with fear. Many children followed them jumped and jumped, and a few naughty ones even picked them up.
The stone was thrown at the young man, and the soldiers holding Jinwu were not caring about it. The young man's head was broken, and blood was flowing out, condensed into a line on his forehead.
The soldiers of Zhijinwu walked past. When they walked past the door, the teahouse was silent and no one spoke. When the soldiers walked past, the teahouse was still quiet. Suddenly, someone sighed.
The old man wearing a robe in the silence was the one who took out a few money from his arms and shouted: "Shopkeeper!"
Dr. Tea came up and said, "Customer, are you clearing the account?"
"Shopkeeper, bring the pen."
There are many literati and elegant people who come to drink tea. Sometimes those people want to write inscriptions when they are interested in poetry, so the walls of the teahouse are left to be scribble, and the owner will paint them on time. Dr. Tea did not expect that this old man would also want to write.
But he has been a tea doctor for many years and knows that everyone is visiting guests. He came over with his pen and ink and smiled, "Does the guest officer also write poems?"
The old man picked up the pen and looked at it. This pen was not a good pen, and the tip of the pen had been broken. He didn't care about it, dipped it in full ink and wrote it on the wall.
This ragged old man in law had to write a wall, which aroused everyone's interest. They stopped talking about the show and all of them came to watch. As soon as they saw him write the first word, someone who knew it praised him, "
Good characters!" The pen in the teahouse is not a good thing, but the old man wrote the words with this kind of pen as refreshing and vigorous strokes. He wrote cursive script, and the characters became more and more agile and almost wanted to fly away.
It is precisely because it is cursive script that most people can't understand. The man who had a good deal before poked a civilian dressed up in the next to him and whispered: "Mr. Li, what is this old man writing?"
Mr. Li must have read the book for a few years, narrowed his eyes and identified it, and recited: "The towering palace is connected to the sky, and the emperor's son is about to open the border. Well, just these words."
The man said, "It's a good thing, it's Daoqing? Hehe, this old man is also strange. Daoqing doesn't sing, but it's written on the wall."
Taoism is a unique tune in the legal system, and the man has also heard it. Mr. Li ignored him and just continued to recite: "Dongcheng Jianer prepares saddles and horses, Xicheng Jianer City Jianer City, every family cuts clothes and pounds military grains.
The child is still hugging him, and Grandpa Manyu returned home early.”
After these few thoughts, the people around the side were quiet. The war had just ended, and almost no family had no relatives died on the battlefield. They all felt lucky to live to this day and just wanted to forget the war sooner.
.But these few words evoke their not-to-date memories, and they all remembered the scene when the war was still burning.
The old man was still writing, and the faster he wrote, the more he was, the more sloppy his handwriting became. In the middle, Mr. Li could no longer understand and was worried. Seeing the next few sentences clearer, he hurriedly continued to recite: "Don't you see the white bones blocking the wilderness.
Like snow, the tall trees were rustling with the sound of the wind. Once the hero drew his sword, it was again..." After he thought of this, he couldn't understand it anymore, so he raised his eyebrows and identified it.
The old man had already left the last word. He threw the pen and said loudly: "It's another ten years of disaster for all people!"
The last few words were flying and phoenixes, and the strokes were like sharp axes, and they seemed to be passing through the wall. The old man's voice was also very loud. He picked up the bag on the bench and left.
Everyone in the teahouse was shocked, but no one dared to speak. Once a hero drew his sword, it was another ten years of disaster for the people. These two sentences seemed to contain infinite sadness, pain, and infinite indignation.
If you succeed, that is a hero. But if a hero comes out, the people of the world will go through another disaster, right? They thought, sweating in their cold sweat, no one speaks, and they are scared and grateful in their hearts. After a while, they come back to their senses.
Come, looking up, the old man no longer knew where the street corner and alley had disappeared.