Sao Ke is a spectator

Although the auspicious time was delayed, the two newcomers finally came out. The master of ceremonies waited in the hall for a long time, and finally made their debut at this moment, and they had to work hard to host.Immediately let the uncle and aunt worship the sky and worship the high hall, and send the bride directly to the uncle's room after the worship.

There was a lot of booing in the hall, and everyone took out the stickers from their arms one after another, glanced at the uncle and the wedding invitation, it wasn't that their eyes were dim, and it wasn't that they couldn't tell who the second master of the Ye family was from the eldest son, it was indeed The person on the post is not the same as the person wearing the Xipao.

The people in Ye Mansion pretended to be ignorant while pretending to understand, and the guests pretended to understand in ignorance. After all, it was here, and the wedding gift was also given. Naturally, there was no reason not to drink the wedding wine.I saw them whispering and pointing around, and the atmosphere between pushing and changing cups was so strange that it was indescribable.

Speaking of my uncle's opinion on this matter——

The eldest brother is the elder brother without parents, and Zhengqing listens to his elder brother.Therefore, a ridiculous and dramatic marriage ended successfully, and Ye Zhengqing and Zuo Qiongyu have been married for a hundred years since then.

Dai Qi, who was supposed to be the main character tonight, is now toasting with my uncle. Everyone says that people are in good spirits on happy occasions. Dai Qi, who was half dead just now, can't wait to hold the wine jar and drink until dawn. Who can I see? Everyone smiled and toasted everyone, and his hearty words stole the limelight from the groom's brother-in-law.

The banquet was arranged from the inside to the outside of the hall, and it was just short of being placed in the Qi Mansion opposite, and everyone was looking for someone they knew to sit together, so it was inevitable that there would be a few empty seats.After drinking for three rounds, eating five flavors, and accompanying my uncle to greet the guests inside and outside, I was a little overwhelmed, so I sneaked into an empty corner.

Lights were lit inside and outside the courtyard, except for the corners of the four walls, where the three or two empty seats were isolated from the loud laughter.

I asked a girl to make me a cup of tea. I passed by groups of guests and a few acquaintances who came to discuss calligraphy and poetry with me. On the empty seats, the black clothes seemed to melt into the night.

I staggered forward and sat down opposite him. There was a coldness in the eyes of this man, and there was an icy aura all over his body. He slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at me, then brought the wine glass to his lips. On the other side, when the wine was in the mouth, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a light gully between the brows.

He is around the age of Erli, with two long thick black eyebrows flying straight into the temples, half-squinted eyes with hanging corners slightly raised at the end, and the straight bridge of the nose casts a small shadow on the cheeks.The pale and thin lips are slightly pursed, just because the facial expression is too monotonous, and there is a bit of chill when looking at people, although the face is more intriguing, it is still a bit stern after all.

Thinking about it, I cut off my sleeves thoroughly enough, but whenever I see a good-looking person, my mind will feel sensual.

Since I came here for a wedding, I must be an acquaintance of Ye Fu, I said with a light smile: "I'm writing Ye Dai's letter, I dare to ask your name and honor."

He continued, "Yang Zhuo."

When the lips parted slightly, the voice was actually cooler than the lake water in the middle of the night.

His elbows were wrapped with navy blue armguards, and when he put down the lamp, he could vaguely see the slightly stretched muscles. I looked at his clothes carefully, but I couldn't guess what kind of material the clothes were made of, which was enough to match the night. The confused black clothes exuded a faint green luster, like the flickering will-o'-the-wisps around the tomb.

"Brother Yang Zhuo is an acquaintance of my uncle, or my brother Ye's..."

He cut it off and said, "Old friend."

Before I could say anything else, he stood up after dropping these two words, glanced at the crowd, then turned and walked towards the courtyard gate.

I turned my head and looked in the direction he was looking at just now, and saw my uncle was clinking glasses with people with a wine cup held high. His red wedding dress set off a slightly drunk face, and there was still a smile on his sparse brows.

Looking back, Yang Zhuo's figure was gone. I looked towards the gate of the mansion, and saw a tall and straight figure with broad shoulders and thin waist, walking towards the brightly lit place. The ink-stained black hair was the same as the black clothes on his body. , Exuding a faint green luster, it seems to have disappeared when walking in the dark.

Even a figure from the back exuded alienation and indifference, and the noise surrounding him was completely isolated.

I followed him involuntarily, it seemed that the wind was blowing under his feet, and when I left the gate of the mansion, there was no one left. The road under the night had no end in sight, and that figure must have melted into the night long ago among.

After the banquet, I asked Dai Qi and my uncle, and they all said they didn't recognize this person, and then I asked a few people in the family who often walked around, and they all said that they had never heard of such a person.

It happened that the funeral was going on next door, so I just thought he had entered the wrong door, or he was just passing by and just happened to be thirsty and stop by for a drink.

At night, I had a particularly lucid dream. The reason why I say sober is that everything I can see in the dream is so clear that it does not seem like a dream.The man in the dream was the man named Yang Zhuo whom he met during the dinner, with his eyes slightly upturned, the gap between his brows as if carved out by a knife, and his dark eyes like a bottomless pit, which made people dare not look closely.

When I woke up, there was only one feeling: déjà vu.

The boy in the room earned a lot of money by relying on my inscriptions, and he likes to hang around me when he has nothing to do. When I write, he helps grind the ink, and when I read, he helps light the lamp. Beating his legs, he would also use it to appreciate any new characters written, because I used running script instead of cursive script when I wrote the story, and nine out of ten he could understand it.

He is very interested in these stories, and often sits in the study for half a day, and he has to read the ones in his hand before giving up.One day he had a whim and asked me if I would like to engrave and print these stories into books so that more people could see them.

I shook my head indifferently: "No money."

At least without his money.

He must have been tired of hearing these two words. He gave me an annoyed look and gritted his teeth: "I'll lend you some first, and you can pay me back when the books are sold."

Ayou's brains are very good, especially in how to make money, it's really a shame to stay in Yefu as a servant with such courage and foresight.

I told him early in the morning that he must never use my real name, and if my father found out about this, the consequences would be disastrous.He promised well in front of me, but then I saw the three characters of "Ye Daishu" on the cover of the new book.

Once this book is printed, there will be a thousand copies, and after it is printed, it will be distributed to various bookstores in the city. No one in Luohe City knows that I, Ye Dai, have a literary talent. They think that no matter what the content of the book is, they should buy a copy just for me. Go back and taste.

When I have nothing to do, I will also go to the bookstore. My new book is placed on the most conspicuous shelf in the store. Most of the people who come to look for books are young talents, and many of them are for poetry collections. Yes, after a general reading, the eyes will often be fixed on my book, and after flipping through a few pages, I will pay the bill.

Among the collection of poems, the words "Huang Liang, a dream is like a dream but not a dream" are very eye-catching.

One thousand volumes of the book were sold out within a few days. According to the owner of the bookstore, many readers commented that this book is simply the best in the world of wild history.After hearing these comments, I just smiled. It is true that the literary talent is outstanding, but the so-called... After experiencing a lot of romantic affairs, it will naturally play out the joy of prostitution.

Ayou and I still split the money for selling books. As soon as he received the money, he hurriedly urged the bookstore to print more copies, this time for [-] copies.

Without my permission, he handed down a copy of the book to everyone in the Ye Mansion. When I went to the last hut, I could see them reading the book with great interest.The girls were also absent-minded when they were serving me. They combed my hair in the morning and killed so many black hairs. The smoky blue gown can match me with a ochre-red belt, and even an apricot-colored sash...

After reading the book, he ran over to me and asked me if there was a sequel——

Ayou learned from the girls that my two mothers were weeping silently with books in the room, and I asked about it as soon as my filial piety came up to say hello, and my mother looked at the pages of the books on the desk and sighed: "My son is worthy of being a person with the utmost affection and temperament. If the master has such a temperament at all, my sister and I will not sigh for youthfulness."

I finally understand, mother is turning a corner and saying that father doesn't understand Fengyue!

My father soon found out about the printing of the book. He called me into the room, threw the copy of "Yellow Liang, A Dream Like a Dream, Not a Dream" at my feet, and said to me angrily, "I am What kind of evil did Ye Zhenglun commit? Two unethical and morally broken sleeves came out one after another, and now you are still doing such immoral things. The reason why you were taught to read and write is to let you write these crooked books? How many can you write? You just blatantly flaunt your words, I really don’t know what it means, you are simply insulting the lintel of my Ye family..."

My father has a habit, whenever there is something he can't see, it will always be pulled together with the lintel of the Ye family, saying that it's fine if we break our sleeves, after all, it's really not a glorious thing to spend all day in the Chu Pavilion , but it’s nothing more than writing this unofficial history, how can you insult the lintel of the Ye family?

Naturally, I can't say these words to my father. I understand his temperament very well. Although he was angry, he said a few words, but it came and went quickly, and it was nothing more than a few words to educate me.

"The ancients said, the way of a gentleman is to cultivate one's morality through quietness, and to cultivate one's virtue through frugality. Without indifference, there is no ambition, and without tranquility, there is no way to go far. To learn, one must be quiet, and to be talented, one must learn. Without learning, one cannot broaden one's ability, without ambition." There is no way to learn... Where have you read these sages' teachings? If you don't think about making progress all day long, you just look for flowers and ask willows, and you can sing a few words of love and then show off everywhere. The descendants of the Ye family will naturally come to flatter you, and when you really become a literati in the market, I will see who else will buy you."

My head was pounding like garlic, and I looked humble: "What my father taught is that children should remember it in the future."

My father chattered for a long time, Xu said that I was tired of training and wanted to change to someone else, so he asked, "Where is Dai Qi? Why haven't I seen him for several days?"

"Probably went to play chess with Mr. Qingyang."

Daiqi, don't blame my brother for being unkind.

When my father heard me mention Mr. Qingyang, the anger that had finally subsided immediately rose again: "You...you go and call him back for me, I have to break his legs..."

I picked up the book in trepidation, and when I was about to go out, I heard my father shouting behind me: "Who told you to take it away, put it down for me."

"Yes..." He patted the dust on the book cover, and then respectfully put it on the table. Seeing that I was not in a hurry, my father yelled, "Go quickly."