C136 Meet

Song Yao and Chu Xing stood at the entrance of the courtyard and watched the scene like thieves for a good while, but they still didn't dare to move an inch.

"Miss, we've already been here for half an hour. Should we go in or not?" Chu Xing bent her waist and hid with her in the grass at the entrance of the courtyard as she asked in a low voice.

Song Yao squatted down and sighed, "I think what I did was wrong."

Chu Xing was startled, and then suddenly exclaimed: "Ah?" She made a sound.

This voice was not soft, Song Yao immediately pulled her down and covered her mouth, "What are you screaming for?"

Chu Xing took off her hand, sucked in a few breaths of air, then said softly: "Didn't you think about it for a long time? Why do I suddenly feel like it's wrong? "

Song Yao sighed, sat on the ground and said: "I just feel that something is not right, after all, you guys have also said it, it's just a book, how could it be worth finding someone to come over to your doorstep? After reading it, you will be done for. Even if he makes a mistake, he shouldn't be using the method of cursing to remind him that she crossed the line, right? "

Chu Xing vaguely understood and asked softly: "Then miss, how do you think we should remind him?"

Song Yao thought for a while and said, "Since it's a convergence of consciousness, why not use the same method and let him know?"

Chu Xing said: "What same method, could it be that Miss wants to write a book?"

Song Yao said: "I will not write a book, but write an open letter. I will pay the printing shop to imprint a seal on it, and then distribute it in all directions. He will eventually see it."

Chu Xing said: "Indeed, this is a good method."

"Alright, let's decide then. Let's leave."

Chu Xing nodded and replied, "Alright."

Just as the two of them stood up and prepared to leave, they heard a voice from behind them, "What do you want to say to me?"

"…"

Song Yao and Chu Xing stopped in their tracks. After being stunned for a few seconds, Song Yao then turned around with difficulty: "Ah, I didn't, you heard wrong. We were just passing by.

"If you can meet me, why write letters? Besides, there are very few people who pass by my courtyard. Outside, the grass and weeds are thick. It's only an old and dilapidated courtyard, so how could you guys pass by here?"

Song Yao: "I …"

That person said, "Come in."

Song Yao thought for a while, "Won't I disturb you?"

That person said, "What are you bothering me for? I've been alone for too long, it's good to have someone to talk to."

Song Yao glanced at Chu Xing and her eyes widened. Blinking twice, she was pulled in by Song Yao.

Entering the yard, he discovered that there was a huge area inside. The outside was filled with vegetation, but the inside was rather neat and tidy. Although it was just a few thatched cottages, they were very clean and the surrounding was covered with wild flowers.

Song Yao then carefully sized up the idol that she had once yearned for. She was dressed like a typical scholar, with a pale white face and sickly white skin. Her clothes were white and gray, and her hair was tied up in a simple bun.

"Sit." He brought some hot tea and arranged for them to sit at the wooden table in the yard. He then poured them both a cup of tea.

Initially, Chu Xing was unwilling to sit, but she was dragged to sit by Song Yao.

He once again placed the kettle on the stove, then walked over to the table and sat down. "What do you want to tell me? "Go ahead."

Speaking till here, Song Yao felt embarrassed, she was so angry before and now that she was in front of someone like the snow at the top of the mountain, she did not know what to say.

"Why?" The man looked at her, blew the tea in his hand and took a sip. Seeing that she did not have any reaction, he said, "I've been quiet here for a year."

Song Yao asked. She then continued, "In the past, when books were sold well, this place was bustling with noise and excitement. Some people sent tea, some people sent flowers, some people sent poems, and some people even sent silver."

Song Yao looked around, holding onto the teacup in her hand: "Has it been that long?"

"Yeah." The scholar sighed and stood up.

Seeing him turn around and enter the house, Song Yao took out something out in a moment. He placed the thing in his hand on the table and said to Song Yao: "Those children are not coming to listen to the stories, no one will be able to read them anymore."

Song Yao looked at him, then said: "Can I have a look?"

The scholar nodded. "See, otherwise they would be too lonely."

Song Yao was silent for a moment, then extended her hand and took the book, conveniently passing a book to Chu Xing.

She opened the book and saw that the title page had the words "Jiang Feng and the fish fire" written on it. If she flipped it over, she would see his neat handwriting.

She flipped through a few pages. Because it was a first draft and also a manuscript, there were many changes to it, but it was surprisingly neat and clean. Although the handwriting was small, it was vigorous and resolute.

Even though he had to write so many words in such a book, his handwriting had never felt sluggish. He looked very serious.

Song Yao took a few more quick glances and was unable to calm down to watch. The more she looked, the more he felt that his mistake was too much that it ruined his talent.

She raised her head and saw that the person who had gone to tidy up the garden had stood up and walked to his side. That person stopped and looked at her before standing up. He stared at the book in her hand and asked in a daze, "Doesn't it look good?"

Song Yao suddenly asked after a long while: "Why? Why plagiarize? "

The person was startled, seeing her suddenly smile with twisted expression, Song Yao was shocked, and then he heard him laugh towards the sky: "You … You actually asked me why I copied it? Hahahaha! You're so funny. "

He laughed until he started crying and pointed at Song Yao.

"What else can I do for money? Look at my house, I don't have any money to take care of. I need money to eat, I don't have any money, so how can I live without money?" Why are you doing this for me? Hahaha, you actually asked me why? You're too funny. "

He laughed to the point of squatting down and covering his stomach, muttering to himself, "You're too funny."

After a long pause, she said, "Calm down first. I'll tell you my words next time."

The man slowly stood up and smiled, "What are you still talking about? What's there to talk about with a person like me?"

Song Yao passed the thing in his hand back to her, and lowered her body slightly, saying, "I will come again."

She turned around and walked to the table, and said to Chu Xing who was still crying: "Let's go."

Chu Xing rubbed her eyes, then stood up: You're leaving just like that? I haven't finished. "

Song Yao said: "Leave it, I'll come back to take a look."

Chu Xing unwillingly said "Oh" and followed her.