Unknowingly, after watching it for two quarters of an hour, He Wanru felt anxious.
It was clear that Zhu Yingtai was a woman, so why couldn't Liang Shanbo find out for so long?
"Miss, miss..." the maid next to her called softly.
He Wanru seemed to have woken up from a big dream and came back to her senses, "Ah... what's wrong?"
"Young lady has been watching for a long time, we have to go back." the maid reminded.
He Wanru nodded, took "Butterfly Lovers" and prepared to leave.
When she was about to pay, He Wanru asked the maid to take two more books, "I'll give them to my sisters then."
"Although the Qinglian who wrote "Butterfly Lovers" is not well-known, her storybook is very good."
He Wanru returned to He Mansion with her script.
He Changwen was reading in the study, "It seems like I bought another book?"
"Dad." He Wanru bowed and saluted.
"Another storybook?" He Changwen sighed softly, "If I don't ask you to understand the classics of all saints, you should at least dabble in poetry."
"Since you opened your ninth-grade enlightenment weapon, you have been unable to advance to the next level. Dad is very worried..."
He Wanru refused and said, "Dad, I just like story books. If it weren't for me last time, you wouldn't have gotten Taibai's handwriting."
"Now even I can't see it all the time."
"Dad, I want to be a storyteller, and I can also gain fame."
He Changwen waved his hand, "The scriptures of all saints are the great way to reach the sky. Poems and prose are naturally good, but the scriptures are just a small way."
"There are also Huaben lists in Huaben. The list is opened on the seventh day of July every year. The reputation it gathers is no worse than the Literary Saints list in December." He Wanru retorted.
He Changwen nodded He Wanru's forehead, "You, your stubborn temper is exactly the same as your mother's."
"There are three lists in the world. The Literature and Saints list gathers 80% of the luck of the human race. The Huaben list and the calligraphy and painting list only share 10% each."
"Besides, there are many masters of Huaben on the road to Huaben. This road is also full of difficulties."
He Wanru handed the "Butterfly Lovers" in her hand to He Changwen, "Dad, this was originally written by a newcomer, but my daughter thinks it is better than Master Huang Qinshan's "Blur"."
"If others can do it, my daughter can do it too."
He Changwen shook his head helplessly, "Taibai is also a newcomer...but his first poem topped the list of literary saints..."
He Wanru didn't want to talk anymore, and said speechlessly, "Dad...where are there so many Taibais? In the past hundred years of the Jin Dynasty, there has not been another Taibai."
"Isn't this Qinglian comparable to Taibai?"
In her mind, Taibai is unique and cannot be compared with others.
"Okay, okay, Taibai is the best." He Changwen touched his daughter's head, "Go and have a rest. Don't stay up and read the storybook."
"I know, Dad." He Wanru trotted into his shoulder.
After washing up, He Wanru felt itchy in her heart and couldn't help but take out "Butterfly Lovers". She only read half of it, but she still felt unhappy.
"I'll watch for a little while longer..."
He Wanru said to herself silently.
Two quarters of an hour later, He Wanru frowned, something seemed to be wrong with the plot.
"No, no, it won't be a tragedy... look further down..."
He Wanru read it very seriously. She really studied every word. She had never read the classics of the saints so seriously.
An hour later, He Wanru burst into tears, as if her heart was being pulled hard.
Especially the last seven-character poem made her heart beat like a knife.
"Why... why is this happening...
He Wanru's eyes were red and she curled up on the couch, crying uncontrollably, like a wounded kitten.
"We are obviously together, but we have turned into pairs of butterflies... Should I be happy for them?"
"I want to cry……"
The candles in He Wanru's room were lit all night.
Early the next morning, He Wanru walked out of the room with red and swollen eyes.
"Wan Ru, what's wrong with you?" He Changwen was shocked and asked quickly.
He Wanru held her mouth in aggrieved tone, "Dad, Qinglian..."
"Qinglian!? Which brat dares to bully my precious daughter?" He Changwen was so angry that he immediately rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go out and beat someone up.
"Wan Ru, tell dad quickly, which family does this Qinglian belong to? Daddy will take it out on you!"
Who said that beating people is the specialty of warriors? If you really want to fight, scribes will only be more cruel!
He Wanru stamped her feet, "Dad...it's Qinglian who wrote the storybook..."
He Changwen was stunned for a moment, "Is that the storybook you bought last night?"
He Wanru nodded.
He Changwen slapped his forehead, "Oh...you..."
"Dad, how could Qinglian...write such a script?" He Wanru said aggrievedly,
"My daughter really wants to beat him up, why did she write Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai to death?"
He Changwen sneered, "Dad wants to beat him too!"
After Taibai, Qinglian also entered He Changwen's list of people to beat up.
He Wanru finished her breakfast, tried her best to hide her red and swollen eyes, and then took "Butterfly Lovers" to find her sisters.
You can't just cry alone. We are all sisters, so we have to cry together.
…
He Wanru is not alone.
Women are not interested in books about fighting and killing, and most of the time they come to bookstores to look for love stories.
Occasionally, a few people read "Butterfly Lovers" and were attracted after reading only half a page.
"Shopkeeper, a copy of Butterfly Lovers."
"Is this "Butterfly Lovers" good? I'll buy one too."
Shopkeepers at bookstores all over the country discovered a strange thing. Several people bought a love storybook written by a newcomer.
And several people only flipped through one or two pages before taking it and paying.
Most of these storybooks are thrown in the corner and don't focus on publicity. As a result, many people buy them.
When they discovered this situation, they went to check again, only to find that there were only a few dozen books left in the bookstore.
"Why is there only so much?" the shopkeeper quickly asked his waiter.
The clerk checked the book list and explained, "There are only 100,000 copies of "Butterfly Lovers" in total. So many bookstores in various places randomly distributed them and then they were gone."
The shopkeeper frowned, "How can this be enough? "Butterfly Lovers" will be sold out in half a day at most."
"This is just sitting in a corner. If we really need to promote it on a large scale, it will be more than enough to sell 500,000 copies."
"Send a message to the bookstore headquarters that "Butterfly Lovers" needs to be reprinted."
"yes."
…
"Butterfly Lovers" seems to have become a hidden gem in the ocean. After some women discovered it in a corner, they immediately felt like they had found a treasure.
The scene of the academy written in it is like experiencing it personally, and people can't help but read on.
But as time went by, everyone looked back more and more, and the dog-food smiles disappeared from their faces.
The plot became more and more intense, and they couldn't bear to let it go.
At the end of the last seven-character poem of the same name, the woman burst into tears after reading it.
Dongyue Jiaofang Division, Lingxiyuan,
Caiyi was lying on the table, with the pear blossoms covered with rain. She was already as weak as a willow, but now she was even more like a slender willow in the spring rain, which could fall over in the wind.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Caiyi weakly clenched her fists, "Qinglian is a bad person."
"Why should Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo be written like this?"
Goulan back alley,
Yan Qingshi moved her steps lightly, her eyes were red, and she had obviously cried.
"Has Mr. Li also watched "Butterfly Lovers"? Why does he still want me to watch it? Is he saying that the two people's identities are so different that they will not end well in the end?"
"But...but..."
this day,
After watching the ending of "Butterfly Lovers", all the women couldn't help crying and their eyes were red.
But I still enjoy it and recommend it to my sisters.