Journey To the World of Film and Television Chapter 331

Chapter 331 Do you want to visit the old library?

The pen room is not big, and although the layout is not much different from before, it seems to be quite empty.

Zhou Ji stepped over the threshold, looking around with nostalgia and novelty, since he rented the pen studio to Ning Que, he rarely came here, or deliberately avoided it, and dared not come again.

Glanced at the words hanging on the wall, and shifted his eyes back again, Zhou Ji finally understood why he felt empty.

"Ning Que, what about the words I posted here?"

Ning Que, who was talking to Sangsang, froze on the spot, his eyes wandering and said, "Didn't you say that the things in the store are at my disposal?"

Zhou Ji narrowed his eyes and asked with a half-smile, "So?"

"So I put them all away?" Ning Que puffed up his chest, and said confidently, "If Mister wants it, I'll ask Sangsang to find it for you."

"Master, where do you want me to find? Didn't you tell me to package those words and sell them to peddlers?" Sangsang said with an aggrieved expression.

"How much did you sell?" Zhou Ji looked at Sangsang and asked.

Sangsang stretched out a finger, shrank her shoulders under Ning Que's threatening gaze, and whispered, "One penny."

"San! Sang!"

"Ning! Que!"

The voices of Ning Que and Zhou Ji sounded at the same time. Ning Que glared at Sangsang, then turned to look at Zhou Ji and Mo Shanshan, his anger instantly vented, he smiled embarrassingly, slapped his forehead and said, "By the way, it's getting late, let's all go together It's hard work, why don't you have a meal here tonight?"

Ning Que said as he put his hands on Sangsang's shoulders, pushed her towards the kitchen, and turned his head while walking, "Sangsang's hot and sour noodle soup is excellent. Look. Just look."

"Hey~ Master, please slow down, don't push me~"

The footsteps of Sangsang and Ning Que got farther and farther away, and they opened the side door to the backyard.

"This kid!" Zhou Ji glared in the direction of the kitchen, and Mo Shanshan was also a little displeased.

Mr. Shisan has indeed gone too far!

As a bookworm, she likes calligraphy the most in her life, and it is precisely because she likes it that she can't see others ruining Zhou Ji's calligraphy.

Later, I must find the little maid named Sangsang to find out who sold those words to, and whether they can still be found now.

Seeing some dissatisfaction on Mo Shanshan's beautiful and peaceful face, Zhou Ji shook his head and chuckled, took the initiative to change the subject, took her for a stroll around the pen studio, dismantled Ning Que's writing on the wall, and chatted with her Interesting talk of several other calligraphers.

A large part of the reason why Ning Que's calligraphy is unique in the Haotian world is that his calligraphy contains five thousand years of culture from another world. Chi looked at his side face, his eyes rolled around, with a trace of confusion that he hadn't even noticed.

Zhou Ji thought that Mo Shanshan would like to hear these things, so he spoke more vigorously. I don't know how long it took until Ning Que raised the curtain to stop the two of them. With a wry smile, "Isn't it a bit too showy?"

Mo Shanshan shook his head and said softly, "I like to hear you say this very much."

"No matter how hard you listen, you can't get enough of it, right?" Ning Que raised his orchid finger and continued.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Que seemed to be hit by something on his forehead. Losing his balance, he threw his head up and fell backwards. The Qi in his body stagnated, and he could only wave his hands in a panic, tearing the curtain and falling to the ground.

"Hiss~! It really is you!"

Ning Que sat down firmly on the ground with a bang~, covered his forehead with his hands and grinned, and at the same time understood who it was who hit the back of his head that day.

Zhou Ji withdrew his consciousness, gave him a sideways glance and said, "Usually, don't touch the fire, and be careful not to burn yourself."

Ning Que curled his lips, got up from the ground, put the door curtain on the table casually, and said lazily, "Yes, yes, Mr. Zhou, the hot and sour noodle soup is ready, please invite Mr. Zhou and Master Mo Shan to eat."

Looking at Ning Que's indifferent appearance, Zhou Ji shook his head helplessly. They are both traversers. Even though he and Ning Que may not come from the same world, the social environment in which they lived and the educational environment in which they grew up are different. Let them be a bit out of place in this hierarchical, feudal world.

Zhou Ji didn't dislike Ning Que ignoring his identity and getting along with him as an equal, and he was even willing to make some jokes with Ning Que.

But these jokes should not be passed on to other people.

After all, people living in such a world will naturally have their ideas influenced by feudal ethics. He and Ning Que can ignore these constraints, but others cannot and dare not.

This is another reason why he and Ning Que couldn't become close friends like Fan Xian.

Didn't receive a good education, and lived in a harsh environment since he was a child. He was precarious and fought with others every day.

In Zhou Ji's view, Ning Que can be a friend, but he can't have a deep friendship, because he only has Sangsang and himself in his heart, and he can sacrifice anyone except Sangsang in order to survive; while Fan Xian can be a friend, regardless of himself .

In the vast world, with hundreds of millions of people, it is really difficult to find someone who can understand what you say and what you do.

Both Zhou Ji and Ning Que experienced this kind of loneliness.

Based on this alone, Zhou Ji did not plan to make Ning Que an enemy.

At least, not now.

On the other side, someone injured Wang Jinglue, and the news that Sangsang was released from the prison of the military headquarters also spread quickly.

After Zhou Ji rescued people, he made no secret of it, took Sangsang away from the military headquarters in a swaggering manner, joined Ning Que and walked all the way to Lin 47 Lane, Mo Shanshan took off his glasses and light veil to cover his face. People dare to look down.

Knowing this, the eldest princess Li Yu was very regretful. She never thought that the academy would protect her shortcomings so much that she didn't even care about the rules for Mr. Shisan's maid. With her, he can influence Ning Que and win over the power of the academy.

At the same time when she was full of ambition and tried to use her carefulness to calculate everything, a cloud of steam floated out from the back kitchen of the pen studio, exuding a strong fragrance, and hit the little black girl's face.

Four peppercorns, eight green onions, and an egg flower floating on top. This is the hot and sour noodle soup made by Sangsang himself. Ning Que thought about it day and night, so that Zhou Ji was a little curious about what it tasted like. up.

Four coarse porcelain sea bowls were brought to the table. Ning Que enthusiastically greeted everyone to use their chopsticks. He couldn't wait to pierce the eggs and swallowed.

Zhou Ji is not as picky about what he eats as his wife, but at least he has eaten imperial meals in the palace, and he doesn't understand Ning Que's appearance of being so touched that his clothes are about to burst. In his opinion, the noodle soup made by Sangsang Ordinary, it is better than street vendors.

However, he was still not stingy with his praise, and he praised Sangsang's hot and sour noodle soup.

Before Sangsang had time to say anything, Ning Que showed a smug expression on the contrary, as if he made it himself, and showed off, "Sangsang's hot and sour noodle soup is a must. I ate it from Weicheng to Chang'an. No matter how much you eat, you won't get tired of it~”

Sangsang brows with joy, and at the same time shyly holds up the sea bowl, showing an embarrassed expression.

Zhou Ji nodded again and again, sincerely hoping that Sangsang would eat hot and sour noodle soup every day in the future, and stop thinking about his 'fragrant'.

He fears.

"Hey, Master Mo Shan, why don't you eat it? Is it not to your liking?" Ning Que looked at Mo Shanshan, wondering.

In the wilderness, it was not a problem to have simple food, clothing, housing and transportation, but now in Chang'an, Mo Shanshan, who grew up in Dahe Country, finally saw the Northern Sea Bowl, and this bowl alone was enough for her to share food with two or three junior sisters.

Mo Shanshan looked at the rough porcelain sea bowl that was bigger than his own face, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, his demeanor was quiet and delicate, he picked up the chopsticks slowly and then put them down

"I don't eat much, and I may not be able to eat this big bowl."

"It's okay, if you can't finish eating, just share some with me." Zhou Ji took a new bowl from the kitchen cabinet with a quick trick, and helped Mo Shanshan remove most of it.

Mo Shanshan heaved a sigh of relief as he saw the gradually normal weight, while Ning Que, who was sitting across from him, curled his lips and said inwardly, 'Gua'.

As if hearing Ning Que's muttering in his heart, Zhou Ji glanced at Ning Que, Ning Que's eyelids twitched, and quickly said, "I didn't say anything?"

After dinner, the sky outside gradually dimmed.

Zhou Ji and Mo Shanshan bid farewell and left. Sangsang cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks by herself, and put the extra soup bowl on the table into the basin.

The night shrouded Chang'an City, and the ever-burning lanterns in the corners of the imperial city spread yellowish light to the ground. The dim light reflected the white snowflakes dancing slowly in front of the red palace wall, and the picture was very beautiful.

This is the most remote section of the moat. The snowflakes that fall from the night sky fall silently on the river. In the quiet environment, the sound of two people walking on the snow is more and more clear.

In the distance, the other courtyard where the Mochiyuan disciples temporarily lived was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that they could already hear whispers and laughter from the other courtyard.

Mo Shanshan gently brushed aside the fluttering hair in front of his eyes, looked at the snowflakes dancing in front of the red palace wall, and said softly: "The big river is far away in the south of the sky, and it is almost difficult to see snow."

"It's not like I'm leaving Chang'an right away. Why does it feel like I'm saying goodbye? If you like, you can stay for a longer period of time. There's no need to leave in a hurry." Zhou Jiwen said with a smile.

Zhu Men babbled and opened a small crack, a small head shrank back, and the noise in the other courtyard quickly quieted down.

Mo Shanshan shook his head and said softly, "The sisters in Mochiyuan are still waiting for me to go back."

"Are you sure they are waiting for you to go back?" Zhou Ji sensed the messy snow in the courtyard and a few obvious "big"-shaped dents, and looked at Mo Shanshan with a strange expression.

Mo Shanshan naturally also heard the movement in the courtyard just now, and felt both helpless and amused.

The two stood outside the door for a while, as if they were waiting for them to clean up the scene, or as if they wanted to stay as long as possible.

After a while, Shao Hua didn't wait for Mo Shanshan to come in. She was surprised, so she went out to check in person. When she saw Zhou Ji also reacted immediately, she couldn't hide the smile on her mouth, so she wanted to retreat quietly.

Seeing Shao Hua approaching, Zhou Ji couldn't ignore her, so he stopped her and said goodbye to Mo Shanshan. Mo Shanshan hesitated and didn't invite Zhou Ji to stay overnight.

After all, this place is not like Mochi Garden, nor is it a wasteland.

The wind is howling, and the snow is falling.

Mo Shanshan stood where he was, watching Zhou Ji's back in the distance, and returned to the courtyard with Shao Hua until he disappeared from sight.

Stepping over the threshold, Shao Hua closed the door, Mo Shanshan turned his head to look at the increasingly narrow gap in the door, turned back, and walked towards the courtyard.

Since Zhou Ji rented the pen studio to Ning Que, he bought another residence in Yanming Lake near the academy. After he left Moshan Mountain, he shrunk down and returned to the water pavilion by the Yanming Lake.

And Ning Que also closed the store, and talked with Sangsang about the experiences of these days.

The next day, the heavy snow finally stopped and the sky cleared up after a long absence.

Ning Que and Sang Sang carried two urns to a hillside outside the city, and buried the ashes of Yan Se and Wei Guangming under the yellow weeds.

Zhou Ji took Mo Shanshan out of the city to visit the winter snow scene of Yanming Lake, and then walked towards the academy.

Returning to the academy after a year, many students from Qianshan recognized his identity, and they all showed novelty, but what they were more curious about was Mo Shanshan's identity, and they always took the opportunity to look at Mo Shanshan when they met and saluted. Then they gathered together to discuss Mo Shanshan and the female teacher in the old library.

Mo Shanshan is dignified and generous, and he doesn't seem cramped when he is beside Zhou Ji. When he meets the strange, hostile, or shocked gazes of these students, Mo Shanshan calmly responds.

She couldn't hear the discussions of these people, but Zhou Ji could hear them clearly.

Threatening eyes swept around, and the students in groups of three or four scattered.

Zhou Ji coughed lightly, and accompanied Mo Shanshan through the front yard of the academy, through the wetland and forest garden in the atrium, and came to a simple and old attic.

"Old Book Building" Mo Shanshan looked up at the three characters on the plaque, and recognized that this is the place where the academy's classics are stored.

Hearing the faint sound of cicadas sounding from nothingness, Zhou Ji said as usual: "Since you're here, why don't you go in and have a look?"

Mo Shanshan hesitated for a moment, and said hesitantly, "After all, this is the Library Pavilion. Would it be wrong for you to bring outsiders into the academy at will?" After she finished speaking, she showed a trace of doubt, and turned her head to look around, as if she had heard What sound is average.

Although it is spring, the roads are still blocked by heavy snow, and it is as cold as winter, so how can there be cicadas singing?

Mo Shanshan shook his head, must have misheard, right?

"It's okay if you just go in and have a look."

Zhou Ji smiled and took two steps forward, motioning for Mo Shanshan to follow.

It just so happened that several students had just walked out of the old library.

These people looked at Zhou Ji and Mo Shanshan in surprise, then subconsciously turned their heads to look in the direction of the window sill of the old book building, raised their footsteps slightly, saluted Zhou Ji and said a word to Mr. to the courtyard.

Mo Shanshan was a little hesitant at first, but when he saw the actions of these students, his mind moved, he looked up at a window sill in the old library, nodded and said, "Then go in and have a look."

(end of this chapter)

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