As the saying goes: What you think about every day, and what you dream about every night.
He Qi had a dream. In the dream, the sky was clear, the sun was shining, and the breeze was gentle. He Qi was singing happily and walking on a shining road. Suddenly, his foot tripped over something.
When I looked down, I saw a bundle of red Mao Zedong.
He Qi's eyes turned red instantly, and she couldn't help being excited. She hurriedly looked around and saw no one. She immediately took off her clothes, wrapped the bundle of Grandpa Mao tightly in her arms, and spread it.
He picked up his feet and ran forward.
However, this road seemed to have no end. He Qi ran for a long time, and he was so tired that he was sweating, but he never saw the end point. This made He Qi anxious. With a large sum of money in his pocket, if he was watched by someone,
We were on the way, I was sure nothing big would happen, and I was worried when I suddenly saw two immortal elders playing chess under a big tree on the roadside ahead.
One of the elders waved to He Qi and shouted: "My little friend, you are tired, why don't you come over and have a cup of tea and have a rest."
He Qi went there without knowing why. Two black and white stones had just been placed on the four star positions on the chessboard. One of the old men said: "My little friend, meeting each other is fate. Why don't you hold the white stone?"
, play this round."
Of course He Qi refused. He was too busy at the moment and had to find a bank to deposit money quickly.
But he saw the two elders burst into laughter. The one who had invited him stroked his beard, looked at He Qi and said with a smile: "Money is an external thing. You must not be blinded by money. Let's play chess with the two of them."
It’s been very boring for a long time, but if you are willing to play this game, I will send you to a place where you can save money. How about that?”
"It's a deal!" He Qi readily agreed after just one game of chess.
Strange to say, He Qi felt as if he had cheated. His chess skills had greatly improved. In the past, he could only watch one move and move one. Now he could move one move and watch ten moves. In a short time, he won the game.
The old man kept his word and was very straightforward. With a wave of his hand, the sun and moon changed immediately. He Qi appeared in front of a bank. When he entered the bank and took out a bundle of bright red Mao Zedong, he suddenly came.
A team patrolled, armed with live ammunition. The leader, with a dark face, asked sternly: "Which dynasty and generation's money is this?"
"You old man ruined my big business!" He Qi knew that he was being tricked, so he couldn't help blurting out the quintessence of Chinese culture. In anger, he suddenly woke up and realized that this was a dream.
He Qi felt that she was really crazy about money. She had such an unrealistic dream. It was really ridiculous. She laughed at herself and lifted the quilt. She got out of bed, only to see the door suddenly opened. It was Gouwa holding the door.
A basin of washing water came in, and a towel was draped over his shoulders.
"What time is it now?" He Qi asked while wearing clothes.
Gou Wa laughed naively and said, "I don't have enough food."
He Qi opened the window, looked up at the sky, and saw the sun hanging in the east sky. He estimated that it would be around nine o'clock, so he quickly washed himself, grabbed the remaining five yuan, and prepared to buy a pen.
It was just a grievance for Ruyi. She got up early this weekend, but she waited all morning in vain. She watched He Qi hurriedly walk to the front of the courtyard and said hurriedly: "Sir, where are you going?"
?”
"Oh! I'm going to buy a pen." He Qi said.
"You have to go to a foreign store to buy it. It's not sold in ordinary places." Ruyi said.
He Qi had forgotten about this. As an imported product, pens had just arrived in China and were expensive. Ordinary people were still accustomed to writing brushes and had no need for this thing, let alone afford it. He Qi was not familiar with the city of Beiping, so he asked
: "Where is the foreign store? Is it far away?"
"It's in Dongjiaomin Lane, far away from here!" Ruyi pointed to the location in the east of the city.
He Qi had heard of Dongjiaomin Lane. After the Xinchou Year, the Qing government designated Dongjiaomin Lane as the "embassy boundary" of foreign countries. All affairs within the boundary were handled by each country, and the Qing government could not interfere at all.
In short, Dongjiaominxiang is an autonomous area for foreigners from all over the world. You can find any novel foreign gadgets here.
"Thank you, I'll be right back." He Qi felt the wind at his feet and wasted no time. He was about to go, but was stopped again.
"Sir, please wait." Ruyi looked hesitant, biting her lip and said: "There are foreigners patrolling the entrance of the alley. Ordinary people are generally not allowed to enter."
"What?" He Qi stared, really shocked. To be precise, he was angry. Dongjiaomin Lane is Chinese land, but it is really a shame and humiliation to not let Chinese people in!
He Qi is a standard post-00s generation. Their generation was born under the national flag and grew up in the spring breeze. From the time they were sensible, they knew that the motherland was getting stronger and stronger, and that it would be just around the corner to surpass the United States, because by 2030, the world-famous Big Bat 20 machine
Arrogantly flying through the Zhuhai Air Show in a column, the 120,000-ton super nuclear-powered aircraft carrier 006 disembarked
The water is gone, and eight more improved versions of the Knife Guard 055 have been launched. The most eye-catching thing is that the "lunar exploration project" has achieved leapfrog development. More than 60 years have passed since humans first landed on the moon. Once again, humans landed on the moon.
But this time the people who set foot on the moon were not white-skinned and blue-eyed foreigners, but yellow-skinned and dark-eyed Chinese.
These impressive achievements make every Chinese person deeply proud of them. The improvement of the country's overall strength has given the people the confidence to speak tough words. It can be said that looking at all the countries in the world, except for the United States, for the time being,
The rest are insignificant. (The Kingdom of the Universe is not included in this list.)
Although He Qi is a hard-working programmer, he feels the same way and is deeply proud of his motherland. So when he first heard about this, he felt a little jealous, but after a while, he calmed down. This was China a hundred years ago, when foreign powers invaded.
The country's national strength is in dire straits, not the new China that straightened its back in later generations.
"Hey" He Qi closed her eyes, shook her head, and sighed dejectedly. After her mood calmed down, she looked at Ruyi and said, "Do you know where I can sell it?"
"Can I use a women's pen?" Ruyi asked with her lips bulging.
"It doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat. It's a good cat if it catches mice. As long as it's a pen."
"Oh! Sir, please wait." Ruyi carried her skirt and hurried back to the room. When she turned around, she took out a delicate red box and opened it. Inside was a small red Parker pen.
"One of my classmates gave this to me. I haven't used it yet. I just want to write an article for my husband." Ruyi said with a smile and handed the pen over with both hands.
"I'm not writing an article, but I just plan to write something casually and send it to the newspaper. If it can be picked up, it would be good to earn some royalties or something." He Qi poured it out. There was nothing to hide in this matter.
However, the pen was there, but there was no ink. It turned out that the pen came with ink, but Ruyi forgot to take it. She smiled awkwardly and turned around to take back a bottle.
The pen and ink were ready, the paper was ready, and it was time to start work. He Qi sat in front of the stone table in the courtyard, filled the pen with ink, and based on the draft he typed last night, he took up the pen and wrote: "The Qiantang River is full of water day and night.
, endlessly bypassing Niujia Village in Lin'an and flowing eastward into the sea. There are dozens of black cypress trees lined up along the river, with leaves as red as fire. It is August. The weeds in front of and behind the village have just begun to turn yellow.
, a touch of the setting sun makes it even more desolate.”
This is "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" written by Mr. Jin Yong. He Qi is familiar with this work. After all, he has watched the TV series several times. It is not a big problem to remember the beginning, but gradually, the writing becomes slower and slower.
In the end, it took me a long time to write a piece of paper, about a few hundred words.
"Writing novels is so tiring." He Qi secretly thought, put down the pen, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then turned his sore wrist. However, looking at the densely packed words on this piece of paper, he still felt quite accomplished.
of.
"Sir, can you show me?" Ruyi has been waiting in front of her, her eyes full of expectation.
"Okay, but the writing is not good, don't make fun of me." He Qi said with a smile and handed the manuscript paper over. A stinky daughter-in-law always wants to see her parents-in-law, even if she hides it, she wants to be exposed.
The first time Ruyi saw the pen calligraphy of this hand, it penetrated the back of the paper, and the words were neat and pleasing to the eye. Then she frowned because the whole article was written in vulgar Chinese characters, but it was still acceptable.
"Vulgar Chinese characters" are the simplified characters used by our later generations. Many people may think that simplified characters are the result of later generations simplifying the traditional characters on the basis of traditional Chinese characters. In fact, this is not the case. Simplified Chinese characters have existed since ancient times. In the "Preface to the Lanting Collection"
Many simplified characters appeared. During the Tang, Song and Ming dynasties, more people used them, but they were not traditional Chinese characters and were not officially recognized. In the New China period, more than a hundred new simplified characters were created based on the simplified characters of previous dynasties. At the same time,
The formal status of simplified Chinese characters was established.
Therefore, He Qi writes in simplified Chinese characters, which Ruyi can understand. Even if she encounters a character she doesn’t recognize, she can know its meaning by contacting the context. The vernacular style article is simple and clear, and for Ruyi, there is basically no need to pause.
think.
There were a few hundred words in a page. Ruyi read it quickly, but her brows still didn't relax. Seeing this, He Qi hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? But the writing is not good?"
Ruyi shook her head, pursed her lips, and after thinking carefully, she tactfully reminded: "Sir, there is nothing wrong with what you wrote, but if you want to publish it, it is best not to use your real name. You must choose another name. If you never
It would be best if people knew it was written by you."
"It's just a pen name. It's simple. But no one knows that I wrote it. Why? I'm not writing vulgar and erotic novels, so why aren't people aware of it?" He Qi didn't understand.
These days, those who write serialized novels in vernacular will be looked down upon by the cultural circles. If there are some who have a bad temper and can even say things like "Shame on you," then vernacular texts will be regarded as inferior crops by them.
Vernacular novels will naturally be regarded as a crop that cannot be brought to the table. "Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School" is the best example. They are called entertainment crops and cannot be called "literature".
Ruyi explained what was going on here and emphasized: "Sir, remember not to let others know. You just wrote it."
Only then did He Qi understand what was going on. It turned out that there was a chain of contempt, and the vernacular novels happened to be at the bottom. Ruyi was afraid that she would lose her reputation by writing vernacular novels, so she said: "Thank you for reminding me, but for me, it's not
It’s not a big deal.” Then he laughed and said, “If you don’t have the strength to make money standing up, then you have to bend down and make money. After all, it’s just to make money and have a meal, so it’s not shabby.”
While he was talking, a man suddenly walked into the courtyard with his hands behind his back and his head held high. Ruyi suddenly panicked. In desperation, she had to hold the manuscript paper tightly in her palms and hurriedly hissed: "Sir, Mr. Deqian is here."
Yes, you must not let him know."
"Ruyi, what are you stuffing in a panic so that I won't see it?" Qian Xuan strode over, staring closely at Ruyi's white hands that were clenched with nervousness.
"Nothing?" Ruyi did not dare to look directly into the teacher's eyes, so she lowered her head and quietly moved her hands behind her back.
"It's mysterious." Qian Xuan raised his brows. Seeing that Ruyi was unwilling to show it, he stopped forcing it. He turned around and saluted He Qi and said, "I made an agreement with Brother He yesterday. I will be free at noon today.
, enjoy your face and have a simple meal?"
He Qi stood up, bowed in return, glanced at Ruyi, who had been protecting her, and felt warm in her heart. After inviting Qian Xuan to sit down, he poured tea for her and said with a smile: "Of course I have time to eat, but I have something to do.
Brother Deqian needs to think about it first before talking about dinner."
Qian Xuan held up his hands, drank a sip of tea, and said: "It's strange that you have to think twice about inviting me to dinner. What is it? Just tell me in detail."
As the saying goes, if you are not a fellow traveler, you will not eat at the same table. If Qian Xuan despises him for writing vernacular novels, then He Qi would rather not eat this meal, because there is no airtight wall in the world, and sooner or later people will know about it.
, instead of asking for trouble at that time, why not talk to him as soon as possible and say: "The ancients said: There are great scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no white men who come and go. I am not a great scholar, then I am a white man. In this case, a white man will make some white men.
What should be done, I'm afraid Brother Deqian won't like it and will feel uneasy."
Qian Xuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said: "What is my way? Brother He is afraid that he doesn't know me, Qian. If he did, he would have gone with me readily today. How could he say such a thing?"
By the way, in the whole of Peiping, from the dignitaries to the horse dealers, everyone knows that I have money for someone else. I make friends throughout my life, regardless of my status or property, all based on my ability to negotiate."
"Brother He underestimated my money, I will have to punish myself with a drink later."
"Hehehehe" He Qi covered her mouth and laughed, glanced at Ruyi and said: "Let your teacher take a look, otherwise I will feel uneasy about this meal!"
"Sir, this." Seeing He Qi's determination, Ruyi had no choice but to open her hand, pull the paper into a small ball, and slowly unfold it.
However, Qian Xuan seemed to understand something. The fire of gossip in his heart was burning fiercely and became more and more intense. His eyes kept wandering on Ruyi and He Qi, and finally showed an aunt smile, thinking to himself:
: "Brother He must have written a letter to Ruyi, otherwise why would Ruyi be too embarrassed to show it to me? Brother He was afraid that he would woo my student and arouse my disgust, so he said such words."
Qian Xuan thought about it, glanced at He Qi furtively, and commented in his heart: "Looking at Brother He, he is still unmarried. He looks talented and well-dressed. He came back from the West and can speak foreign languages. He is a talented young man. Although
She is a few years older than Ruyi, but age is not a reason to stop love."
Thinking of this, Qian Xuan saw Ruyi again and thought to himself: "I am a student with a girlish attitude, shy and astringent. At the age of eighteen, I am really like a flower. I am in my prime. Although I am not from a scholarly family, I
After going to a new school, I am different from traditional women, and I don’t seem to have wronged Brother He."
The more Qian Xuan thought about it, the more believable he felt, and finally he became very convinced. He couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth. He picked up the tea, took a sip of it happily, and said with a smile: "Brother He, you don't have to show it to me, your
I understand what you mean, and I don’t object, but I can’t decide on this matter, so you must discuss it with Ruyi’s father.”
"Ah?" He Qi was confused and didn't know why.
But Ruyi heard it clearly, her face instantly turned red, and she hurriedly explained: "Mr. Deqian, it's not what you think."
He Qi also understood, with an embarrassed look on his face, and said anxiously: "Brother De Qian, it's really not what you think. You should take a look first, and you will know after reading it."
Qian Xuan showed a charming smile that said, "I have been here, I understand." He then took a crumpled piece of paper from Ruyi's hand and read it. Gradually, the smile on Qian Xuan's face stopped, knowing that
It's because I misunderstood someone, how can I be so embarrassed?
Fortunately, Qian Xuan was thick-skinned and pretended that this incident had never happened. After reading the content on the paper, he said loudly: "Brother He, you really underestimated me, Mr. Qian. It's just a vernacular article.
If one cup is not enough, you must punish yourself with three cups."