Chapter 236 The Writer
Bailian really can’t understand that someone who can write such a beautiful and refined story must be an elegant person.
How stimulated I was to draw something so shameless.
He looked at Fang Geyu with a strange look: "Why are you so clear about his affairs?"
If you have not been exposed to this industry, a layman would not know the name of Lord Xuanshui.
Fang Geyu was startled, then understood the meaning of Bai Lian's question, and said angrily: "What are you thinking about? I don't look at that kind of thing, it's business! It's business!"
It turns out it is The forbidden map is in the world and difficult to circulate, and the rivers and lakes are swept away among the countries. Even though Lord Xuanshui has extraordinary talents, he is unable to do anything.
Really unwilling to give up, he begged Shifang City.
Who dares to take on such a reputation?
But Fang Geyu has a cold-blooded temperament. As long as she can make money and what she sells is not harmful, she and Xuan Shuijun make a lot of money under her single-handed control. .
As for the money-making treasure, she really had no desire to take a look at it.
The old woman who was washing the dishes overheard the conversation of several people. She laughed and said: "If you want to read the follow-up of "Feng Ya Ji", you can go to the bookstore opposite. , they are sold there.”
Yunrong and Bailian’s eyes lit up.
Fang Geyu shook his hand: "It won't work. The book of Xuanshui Jun's stories did not sell as well as the album. It was a huge blow. This "Feng Ya Ji" was discontinued and continued, and there is no more."
Yunrong thought deeply Ran: "After all, writing books is a starving job. In my Tianxi Sword Sect, there is a lively and cute inner sect junior fellow. Somehow, I couldn't think of giving up the sword and started writing storybooks like those literati. .
It is said that the story is half-human and half-demon, with no structure at all, and in the end it ends up with a family with nothing but money.
I think of Beijun, the swordsman of his generation. When he held the sword, he was suave and relegated to immortality. Now he has given up the sword and picked up the pen. His grace is no longer. His head is bald, his hands are shaking, his body is weak, and his ears are ringing. His life is really miserable. "
Bailian was very sympathetic to this person.
The old woman washing the dishes chuckled and said: "Young lady, you don't know something, but Lord Xuanshui is a real Xianling. Man, it is true that his words are not sold outside, but it does not mean that he has stopped writing. At the bookstore opposite, messengers from the inner city come into the shop every year to deliver books, saying that they are only for sale to those who are destined to read them. Outside the fairy city, but see less than. ”
So, Yun Rong took Bai Lian and ran to the small bookstore to buy books.
Yun Rong went to see the sword.
Bailian went there to read the story.
Fang Geyu had a black line on his head and was speechless to follow.
She suddenly felt what was going on with the two living treasures she had with her.
The bookstore is very old, and the decoration of the store has seen some age.
It was already dark, and there were not many booksellers in the bookstore. There was only a gray-haired old man standing guard at the counter of the shop. He was old, nodding and dozing off with his head propped up.
On the counter, there was a green parrot and several potted plants, which seemed to have been raised by the old man with great care.
In addition to the old man, there is also a young man in a blue shirt in the shop, sweeping away dust and arranging books.
Seeing guests coming, he seemed to be not very interested in welcoming them.
Because the books in this bookstore are only for rent, not for sale, and they can only be viewed in the store and are not allowed to be taken away without permission.
The rent is already cheap, but in the border town of Xianling, every household lives a tight life, and who has nothing to do to stay here and read a book.
He knew that his husband was kind-hearted. There were many poor families on this long street who could not afford to buy books and study, so there were always children studying and some poor scholars who came to rent books to read. Because the rent here is really cheap.
Of course, he is not surprised. Because he works here, he can read the books in the bookstore for free every day. Because the old man is his husband, books that others cannot take away, But he can take it home and watch it.
Yun Rong walked into the bookstore first: "Is there any "Fengya Collection" for sale here?"
The boy in the cloth shirt was sweeping the dust off the bookshelf. He thought to himself that this is another boring lady who loves to read romance stories. She actually braved the wind, snow and cold to buy books at night.
He replied without turning his head: "The books in our store are only for rent, not for sale, and they can only be viewed in the store. It is already dark today, and my husband and I are planning to close the door and go home for dinner, girl. It’s better to go early tomorrow.”
Although "Feng Ya Ji" did not sell well because there were more men than women in Xianling City, this did not prevent the ladies from the Xian family's boudoir from loving the story book. .
Usually those who read at night have to stay up all night.
The academy exams are coming soon, and the young man doesn’t want to waste time here. Although he can study in the bookstore, it’s really too cold here.
Bai Lian saw the regret in Yun Rong's eyes, and he said: "How long does Miss Yun Rong plan to stay in the city? Will she have a place to stay?"
Yun Rong had not yet had time to answer...
"Well...my benefactor?" As if hearing a familiar voice, the boy sweeping up the dust immediately put down the feather duster in his hand and looked at Balian with surprise and surprise.
This young man is actually the elder brother of the Ji family, Ji Ting.
Bailian smiled at him and said, "I can't be my benefactor, but it's just a matter of a little effort."
"No, no, no! How could it be so easy?"
The look of lethargy on Ji Ting's face suddenly disappeared. Although he was very enthusiastic about Bai Lian, his eyes fell uncontrollably. The eyes of the two women beside him were stunning.
The woman in black and red sword attire has a noble appearance, a graceful appearance, and a solemn look that cannot hide the pure and refined appearance in her bones.
The girl in white clothes and crane cloak is as beautiful as jade, with red lips and white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows. Although she is young, she is imbued with an inviolable nobility, and her style is unparalleled.
Both of them have good looks, beauties rarely seen in a century, but now, overnight, they both appeared in this shabby little bookstore.
The young man who had never seen the world suddenly felt that his clothes, which had been washed clean by his sister, were so dirty and unsightly.
Even though it is washed very fresh and clean.
"Do you, my benefactor and my two sisters, want to read a book? Is it Mr. Xuan Shui's "Feng Ya Ji"? I will get it for you right away." The young man diligently fetched three volumes of books, as if they were a treasure. Offered up.
Bailian and Yun Rong took it one after another, while Fang Geyu looked disgusted: "Only children like to watch this kind of thing. I don't want it, just keep it away."
' The child Yun Rong looked very interested in holding the sequel "Feng Ya Ji". He moved a small bench and curled up in the corner of the bookshelf to read it carefully.
She only had two wishes in her life.
See all the sword techniques in the world.
Know the famous swords in the world.
'Child' Balian asked in confusion: "Don't you want to go home for dinner?"
Ji Ting, a young scholar, scratched his head in embarrassment: "My benefactor likes to read. , How dare I go home for dinner first?”
(End of this chapter)