King Qi changed four sets of clothes in a row, and he felt very good, very literati, but he was not as dull as ordinary Xiucai literati, and his image should be full marks.
Zhen Jian has been writing poems since the morning, carefully selected more than 30 poems, and more than 30 famous sayings, wrote a full 20 pieces of paper, rolled them up and stuffed them into a bamboo tube, and handed them to King Qi, so that he could recite them all as soon as possible, as long as he memorized them all, Zhen Jian would help him go to Dou Ling'er.
King Qi left happily with his clothes and bamboo tubes, and Zhen Jian was also relieved, at least in the short term, he could relax for a while, but King Qi also surprised him, he didn't care about Qin Mengjing's matter.
Maybe I would have cared a little bit about it, otherwise I wouldn't have hit him like crazy in the morning, but after I figured it out, I was relieved.
Human potential is terrible, although King Qi has a little obstacle in memory, but for love, he made twelve efforts to recite the poems and sentences that Zhen Jian gave him, and finally a month later, King Qi came to Zhen Jian and said that he had memorized them all.
Zhen Jian was a little surprised, a month may be a bit long for ordinary people, but King Qi is a person with memory impairment, can he recite so many poems and good sentences in a month?
He wasn't convinced and decided to check it out.
Zhen Jian took King Qi to visit the West Lake outside the city, standing on the edge of the West Lake, Zhen Jian pointed to the West Lake, and said: "This beautiful scenery, you can choose one of the poems you recite to try it according to the occasion." ” King Qi looked at the lakes and mountains, was silent for a moment, and suddenly sang: "Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists are only suitable for Jiangnan Lao."
The spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is painted to listen to the rain.
The people on the edge are like the moon, and the frost and snow are condensed on the wrists.
If you are not old, you must return to your hometown, and you must break your intestines when you return to your hometown. ” Zhen Jian nodded with satisfaction after listening, he originally thought that King Qi would chant "The Wind Enters the Song", but he didn't expect it to be a song "Bodhisattva Man", but he thought about it carefully, although there is a sentence in "The Wind into the Song" "Yu Cong is accustomed to the West Lake Road", mentioning the West Lake, but after all, it is a bit frivolous Meng Lang, and this "Bodhisattva Man" will be much better.
Zhen Jian gave a thumbs up and said, "Well, yes, it seems that you really memorized all the poems, next, let's go back and write a letter." ” King Qi asked, "Why are you writing a letter?"
” Zhen Jiandao: "Naturally, I asked Dou Ling'er to meet." ” King Qi was puzzled: "Why bother, I can go to her while she is selling tofu in the morning." ” "It's different."
Zhen Jian shook his head and said, "You write a letter to her and ask her to meet, if she is willing to come out to meet, it means that she has no exclusion from you in her subconscious, you have a great chance, as long as you work harder, this is called dating, dating is different from ordinary meetings, it has special significance, and there must be a sense of ceremony." ” King Qi scratched his head with a confused expression: "It's so profound." ” Zhen Jian pretended to be forced: "If it's not profound, why do you need me to help you." ” "That's just as well."
King Qi grinned and said, "Let's go back and write a letter." ” Back to Zhen Jian's house, the two entered the study, Zhen Jian asked King Qi to write a letter in person, although King Qi has memory impairment, but he has followed the famous master to practice calligraphy since he was a child, and the handwriting is really good, but the type of calligraphy is too few, only fine script.
After writing proficiently, muscle memory will be formed, so although King Qi's head is injured, it does not affect his good regular script.
King Qi looked at the letter paper, picked up the pen for a long time, looked at Zhen Jian blankly, and asked, "How should I write?"
” Zhen Jiandao: "Write a little bit of literature and art, anyway, I just ask her to meet tonight, and you can use the poems and sentences you just learned." ” King Qi thought carefully when he heard this, and after a long time, he picked up his pen and wrote a column of words on the paper: "The willow tops on the moon, the people are about the city god." ” Zhen Jian glanced at it, nodded and praised with a smile: "That's good, live and learn, and actually changed the person appointment after dusk to the person about the city god, but ......
Can she read it?
If you can't read it, it's embarrassing. ” "No, it won't."
King Qi said, "She urinated and learned words with her husband, and every day when her husband lit the lamp and read at night, she would accompany her to read a book, and she actually had some talent." ” "That's good."
Zhen Jian nodded and said, "Just make an appointment to meet her under the big willow tree behind the City God Temple, at night, it is the best place for men and women to have a tryst." ” King Qi happily stuffed the letter paper into the envelope, changed into a pickle girl robe, and then went to Dou Ling'er's house with Zhen Jian.
Dou Linger was soaking soybeans at home, King Qi came, saw the door open, he didn't dare to go in directly, but stood at the door, knocked on the door, not long after, Dou Linger walked out, only to see her wearing a coarse cloth clothes, sleeves rolled up, revealing snow-white and pink arms, if it was someone else, she might avoid suspicion, but seeing that it was King Qi, she immediately smiled happily: "Xiao Li, why are you here." ” King Qi grinned and said, "I'll send you a letter." ” "Letter?"
Dou Ling'er was stunned when she heard this, stepped forward to take the letter, and found that there was no word on the envelope, and couldn't help but be curious, "Who will write to me?"
” "Me."
King Qi pointed at himself with his thumb.
"You?"
Dou Ling'er was stunned again, and said with a smile, "Don't make trouble, how can it be you, if you have something, just tell me directly." ” "It's really me."
King Qi smiled and said seriously, "There are some things that need to be said to you under specific circumstances.
After speaking, he didn't give Dou Ling'er a chance to speak, turned around and ran away.
Dou Ling'er stepped out of the door, looked at the back of King Qi running away, suddenly realized something, returned to the house, closed the door, slowly opened the letter, looked at the two sentences on the letter, she was silent, thinking about Chu Li's care and care for herself for more than a year, she suddenly felt a warmth in her heart, but when she turned her head and saw the husband's spiritual position on the table, she froze there.
King Qi ran all the way, turned two corners, and ran into a small alley, Zhen Jian was waiting here, and when he saw King Qi coming, Zhen Jian hurriedly said, "How is it?"
” "It's delivered, it's delivered."
King Qi's face was flushed, panting, and he said excitedly, "I don't know if she will go to the appointment next." ” Zhen Jiandao: "If she refuses to go to the appointment, it means that you still have a long way to go." ” King Qi cheered himself up and said, "It's okay, even if she doesn't go to the appointment, I won't give up!"
” At this moment, Dou Ling'er knelt in front of her deceased husband's spiritual throne and said in a low voice: "Husband, I don't know what to do, I once thought of guarding your spiritual position for the rest of my life, but ......
I don't know what's wrong with me, maybe he's too nice to me, I know he's a big family, we don't match each other, but he can give up his body to help me sell tofu, tell me stories, and beat those ruffians......
He didn't come these days, and I think of him occasionally......
Husband, I'm sorry for you......" she said as she burst into tears.
As night fell, Dou Ling'er had already changed into a new dress of floral cloth, walked out of the house, and when she turned around to close the door, she glanced at the offering table, and the spiritual position on the offering table had been covered by a piece of cloth.
The night market in front of the temple is lively, but it is quiet behind the temple, behind which is a small river with a huge willow tree beside it.
At this moment, Zhen Jian was squatting on the big willow tree, King Qi was wearing a white cardigan with printed bamboo, wearing a square scarf, and a scholar dressed as a scholar, standing under the willow tree.
He looked agitated at the moment, pacing back and forth, his hands rubbing together.
Suddenly, a crisp voice came: "The willow tops on the moon, after the city god." ” King Qi was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly turned his head, only to see Dou Ling'er walking slowly along the river bank, although she was dressed very plainly, but under the moonlight, her simple face seemed to be radiating brilliance, illuminating his whole world.