There are good pens, good ink, good paper, good inkstones, and a good night. There is a beautiful maid beside you, a cup of tea in front of you, three sticks of incense burning beside the table, a bright moon outside the window, roll up your sleeves and write with all your heart.
When he raised his head, he flicked his fingers, and a handleless flying sword shot through the air from the beam and killed a general thousands of miles away. This was Ning Que's ideal life.
On the first night he spent in the house on Lin 47 Lane, he felt that he was infinitely close to his ideal, even though the pens, inks, paper and inkstones were all cheap, even though the night was lonely but not spacious, even though there was only water and no tea, the table
There was only porridge and sesame cakes to satisfy his hunger without burning incense, although there was still no bright moon outside the window, although the maid was too small, too dark and too ugly, even though he now felt that spiritual practice was just a smelly hollow fart...
Although there were so many problems, he still felt very happy when his pen could dance freely on the snow paper. He even thought that Sangsang's proposal to sell calligraphy was a genius idea.
The bitter cold in Weicheng can hardly be called poverty, but it can hardly be called rich. The materials delivered by the military department do not include pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Therefore, it used to cost a lot to write a few volumes of calligraphy. Now, now, pens, ink, paper and inkstones are not enough.
You can use it as you like, and you can exchange it for money. Sangsang will not complain in a low voice. How can there be a happier thing in the world?
The time of pain and suffering is always like years, and the time of happiness and enjoyment is called years. When he finally raised his head, picked up the bowl and drank half of the water, rubbed his sore wrists and shoulders and decided to rest, the morning light was already starting to set outside the door.
, there was a faint sound of pouring water and shouting in the distance.
After writing all night, there were already piles of paper around him. Except for the two wild sketches he made in order to vent his emotions at the beginning, he wrote very honestly from now on. He only wrote things that Sangsang thought would be easier to sell. There seemed to be no plan.
In fact, there are vertical scrolls, horizontal scrolls, long scrolls and even a painting of a large nave, but it has not been framed yet. The scrolls piled randomly at the foot of the table look like they are just ink papers of different shapes and sizes.
After practicing hard for many years and copying tens of thousands of volumes, Ning Que is very confident in his calligraphy. However, the methods he is most confident and proud of cannot be used in Chang'an City. Otherwise, if an onlooker asks you which year is the ninth year of Yonghe,
, Kuaiji Mountain is He Mountain? How should you go there? So he had to copy some modern poetry collections and some widely circulated scriptures, but he believed that even so, after these scrolls were hung on the wall, there must be countless dignitaries.
Celebrities and scholars had a keen eye for reading and came upon hearing the news.
"Oh, the threshold will be broken in two days. It seems that we need to prepare for repairs in advance."
Ning Que thought with great pride. He reached out to the wall with his right hand and tore off the paper roll left by the original proprietor. It was like tearing off a pile of garbage. He was about to call Sang Sang to find a framing shop and then tear off his own paper.
When I hung up my masterpiece, I found that the little maid had fallen asleep in the corner of the room, hugging her knees.
"I was telling you to buy two bowls of Chang'an's famous hot and sour noodles to try."
He looked at the sleeping little girl, couldn't help but shook his head, took a short shirt and covered her body, then pushed the door open and walked out, following the alluring fragrance of green onions and the hawking sounds in the comfortable morning light.
The sound passed by.
"Uncle, how much does a bowl of noodles cost?"
"So expensive?"
"Look, my store is over there. We are all neighbors. How about it being cheaper?"
"Yes, yes, it's that shop, it hasn't been named yet."
"I've already thought of a name, and I just have to make a sign. What's the name?"
"Lao Bizhai."
In order to get a deal from a hawker and buy two bowls of cheaper spicy and sour noodle soup, I decided on the name of the shop casually. No matter how I looked at it, it was a bit unjustifiable, so Sangsang had no idea about the name of the shop, but she still couldn't bear it.
The young master had been thinking about this for several years.
All in all, this calligraphy work specialty store with a boss who is also a calligrapher, a maid who is also a handyman, and a weird name has finally made its debut in Lin 47 Alley.
Ning Que's only dissatisfaction with this shop was that it was too far away from the framing shop, and the framing was too slow. Unfortunately, he was not good at it, so he had to wait patiently for another two days.
One day, it rained again in Chang'an City, and the shops in Alley 47 opened quietly. Ning Que wore a brand-new scholar's green shirt, holding a cheap red clay teapot in his left hand, and stood in front of a wall full of books.
After crossing the threshold, I seemed to see a new life waving to me, and the appearance of that new life was very handsome and pleasant.
"Spring rain is as precious as oil, a good sign!"
He sipped the tea, stood on the threshold and looked at the wind and rain outside, and said with emotion: "The fragrance of tea is intoxicating, the fragrance of ink is intoxicating, it can be said that talking and laughing about grand ambitions and hegemony are more than drunken in life."
The boy with an immature face was wearing a scholar's green shirt. He couldn't look chic in it, but instead looked a little funny. He was holding a teapot in an old-fashioned way and saying such words in an old-fashioned tone, which made him look even cuter.
Someone was taking shelter from the rain under the eaves outside the sill. He happened to hear Ning Que's words and subconsciously turned around and glanced at Ning Que. After a slight start, he couldn't help but laugh. This man was a middle-aged man, dressed in a green and upright suit.
A sword was casually tied to the side of his shirt, and there was a sense of freedom and ease in his handsome features. The moment his smile appeared, it actually lit up the raindrops outside the eaves.
Only then did Ning Que realize that there was someone outside the threshold. Knowing that the other person had heard his sarcastic words, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He coughed twice and turned to look at the far corner of the palace on the rainy day, pretending that nothing had happened.
The middle-aged man was probably a little bored. He turned around and walked into the shop. He looked around the wall casually with his hands behind his hands. There was admiration and surprise in his eyes, but he didn't seem to have any intention of paying.
As the saying goes, a scholar's affairs must be a little bit scholarly. Ning Que was too lazy to greet any guest, even though the other guest was the first guest since the opening of the old pen studio, which was of great historical significance.
The middle-aged man looked around, walked back to Ning Que, smiled and said: "Little boss..."
Before he could finish the sentence, Ning Que corrected him with a smile: "Please call me boss, don't call me little boss just because I look young, just like I won't call you when I see you wearing a sword.
As a sword... guest."
"Okay, little boss." The middle-aged man did not change his title and said with a smile: "I really want to know why you are willing to rent this shop that no one is willing to rent for three months."
Ning Que replied: "The place is clean, the environment is good, there is a shop in the front and a house in the back. I have no reason not to rent it."
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said: "I just want to remind you that the reason why this shop is so cheap but has never been rented out is not because others are stupider than you, but because the Ministry of Household Clearance and Transportation Department's warehouse needs to be expanded. Chang'an Mansion has always wanted to
Take back the shops on this street. You know that the compensation provided by the government has always been very little. Renting a shop here is too risky and you may lose everything at any time. You said this place is quiet, but didn't you notice that all the shops next to it are closed?
"
Ning Que frowned slightly, looked at this person and asked, "Why do you know these things?"
The middle-aged man replied calmly: "Because all the shops on both sides of this street belong to me."