Chapter 1093: 9

For Zhu Jisheng and his friends, there is not much difference between day and night. Anyway, there are almost no customers—not completely. In fact, there are still a few regular customers in his shop, a few who like Young people who are curious, whether it is the sculptures of Angkor Wat or the murals of Crete, all know a little bit, seem to be very knowledgeable, and always show that they are not short of money intentionally or unintentionally.

But they didn’t actually buy anything. Every time they came to the store, they couldn’t put it down because of all kinds of strange objects. I must keep it for them, and when I come next time, I seem to forget the promise completely, pick up other objects and praise them, take crazy pictures with my mobile phone, and then send them to the circle of friends, probably pretending to own these things The local tyrant of the object.

This is like a popular saying on the Internet recently - you are poor enough to understand life, even though you can't afford it, you understand everything!

He didn't care whether they bought it or not, he would always chat and laugh with them as usual every time they came.

Today they came again, and after a whole afternoon, Pan Heng finally left with satisfaction.

The antique store has regained its calm.

He doesn't usually talk much, and every time they come, he seems to have talked enough for a week.

The setting sun was about to set, and the alleys were shrouded in a gray twilight, and the smell of food wafted from the nearby houses.

"It's time to eat."

He said to himself, then turned to the back kitchen and cooked a small pot of noodles in a small saucepan. While cooking, he was not idle, cut some minced meat, beat two eggs, put some yellow fungus, fragrant green garlic, thickened with oil, sprinkled onion and ginger when it was out of the pot, and dripped a few drops of sesame oil. And the very authentic brine is ready.

The weather was a bit hot, so he went upstairs and changed into a thin shirt, and when he came back, he sat in the store and enjoyed the delicious braised noodles.

Every time he eats braised noodles, his life in the capital seems to appear in front of his eyes. He misses but is not nostalgic, because the life in the old capital is gone forever, and even the old capital itself has been modernized. Overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the world, there is nothing to be attached to.

He ate very slowly, chewing and savoring carefully before picking up the noodle from the next chopstick and putting it into his mouth.

Something moved behind the screen.

"Come out and play, the thing you're afraid of is gone," he said.

A Persian cat with a black top, black back, black tail, and other snow-white pokes its head around nervously for a while, then carefully walks out from behind the screen, scanning the store like a bright light to confirm that there is nothing dangerous .

Seeing it like this, he felt pity and guilt at the same time.

After spending the harsh winter in a warm place in the south, he brought it back to Binhai City. It immediately noticed the evil aura hanging over here and raised a warning. Maybe he should have left decisively at that time so that it would not be frightened. It's been a long time.

"Come on, you can eat too." He put a small plate on the ground, and in the plate were sliced ​​beef, each slice was as thin as a cicada's wing, which showed the skill of the knife.

He cooked very few noodles, only a small bowl, even if he ate very slowly, it didn't take long for the noodles to bottom out.

His stomach was only half full, but he didn't intend to eat any more, and stood up happily to clean up the dishes.

"Meow."

The Persian cat also finished eating the beef, licked its mouth, and stared at him eagerly. It was also not full and wanted to eat more.

"It's enough to eat as much as you want. My ancestors said: diet to cure disease, abstinence to prolong life." He laughed, "I want to live a few more years, and you also want to live a few more years, right?"

The Persian cat was persuaded by him, stopped begging, jumped on the table and lay down quietly.

He quickly finished washing the dishes, wiped his hands clean, sat back at the table, picked up his phone, and checked unread messages. Regardless of his age, he still has a strong ability to accept new things, as evidenced by the many apps installed on his phone.

After a long time, he put down his phone with a solemn expression.

The sun has fully set,

It was getting darker outside.

There was an outdated newspaper on the table, and the headline on the front page was the "Ten Batches of Internet Literature" written by him. Before publishing, he had read it n times and considered the wording and tone many times, but the final draft still couldn't satisfy him. completely satisfied.

"It's still a bit hasty. It would be nice if there was more time, right?" He sighed softly, picked up the newspaper, and reviewed his article for the n1 time.

This is a call to arms, sounding the clarion call of traditional literary critics to criticize Internet literature. Unsurprisingly, in just a few days, his disciples and acquaintances have published articles in response, some in print media, some in new media such as Weibo, personal official account, etc., sending the topic to the hot search at an extremely fast speed .

In these articles, most of them stand clearly on his side, and a few of them temporarily sit on the sidelines and watch the situation, saying some ambiguous words, probably because they feel that it is inappropriate not to speak, and they do not want to offend any side. Others are biased, and on the surface they each hit fifty big boards, but in fact they are still biased towards him.

However, there are also some articles that clearly express their support for Internet literature. Most of the authors of these articles are unknown to him. They may be young rookies who have emerged in recent years, but their voices are still too weak. Boundaries are insignificant.

"It's easy to keep the first day, but it's hard to keep it late. I never thought I'd be in this troubled water at such a young age." He shook his head, feeling an indescribable dullness in his chest.

He wrote this article too hastily, largely based on his impression of Internet literature hearsay, he knew that he should finish reading the Internet novel he wanted to criticize before writing, so that his writing would be more targeted and thought-provoking Well deserved.

However, he not only eats slowly, but also reads slowly, and likes to figure out word by word. It is simply impossible to read online novels with millions of words at such a speed, not to mention that he listed more than ten online novels in the article, which add up to tens of millions of words.

Reading is like eating and drinking. If you chew slowly, the taste will grow; if you chew too much, you will never know the taste.

Read slowly, eat slowly, this is a family motto and cannot be violated.

Although he only tasted it briefly, he still saw one thing from the online novels, that is, fast food without nutrition, like instant noodles.

Poems and books must be read, etiquette must be known, and children and grandchildren must be taught.

Today’s children read online novels instead of reading poetry and learning etiquette and righteousness. For example, if they live on instant noodles all day long, they will inevitably suffer from malnutrition and weak health.

Therefore, he didn't think he had done anything wrong, but he was a little apprehensive because he had just tasted it.

He looked outside again, it was completely dark, the rush hour for getting off work had passed, and the already secluded alley became even more deserted.

"Okay, it's time to close, close the door and go to sleep." He put down the newspaper and stood up.

For the vast majority of urban residents, it is too early to go to bed so early. The office workers are still eating dinner, and the student party opens their books and starts to do their homework. Many people's nightlife has just begun.

"Even if you faint, you will rest and lock the door, and you must check it yourself."

"Start at dawn, sweep the court, and keep the inside and outside tidy."

Go to bed at night, and get up to read when it is dark. This is the ancestral motto, and it is also his habit for many years. Unless he is involved in important matters, he has never changed it.

The Persian cat had been napping on the table while he was reading the newspaper, but at this moment, it seemed to notice something suddenly, its ears moved, and it stood up vigilantly, its eyes blinking and blinking at the darkness outside.

"What's wrong?"

He had already walked to the door, and was about to close it, when he noticed its strange shape, he couldn't help feeling tense, could it be that the demon atmosphere from before had returned again?

On the wall opposite the shop, there was a black shadow shaking.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a stray cat."

By the light of the street lamp, he could see several stray cats with different coat colors.

There was a cold snort coming from the wall.

He frowned, "Who? Who's there?"

At the next moment, the street lights suddenly went out.

Immediately afterwards, darkness spread to the surroundings like a sea tide, and all the street lights in the entire alley were extinguished.

Not only the street lights, but also nearby houses were unexpectedly powered off.

The situation seems wrong, because the street lamps are independently powered by solar energy, how can they be cut off at the same time as ordinary houses?

Suddenly, a sonorous and powerful long chant sounded from the top of the wall.

"The soul of the ancestor dragon is dead and Qin is still alive, Zhu's scientific name is Gao Shichao!"

"The political law of Qin has been practiced for a hundred generations, and the "Ten Batches" is not a good article!"

Hearing this, his face changed drastically, as if his chest had been hit hard, he staggered back a few steps, his head buzzing.

"What...how dare you call Zhu Xueshi...a chaff? Who are you? You have the ability to stand up! What kind of a hero is he who hides his head and shows his tail!" He yelled angrily at the darkness.

A voice in the darkness said, "Hide your head and show your tail? Then what kind of a hero are you when you hide in the dark and make insinuations? You are familiar with Zhu Xue, have you heard that Zhu Xi said—to hide grievances and use hidden arrows to prolong your descendants?"

He could hear the threatening meaning in these words, and also heard that the other party came because of the "Ten Batches of Internet Literature" he published, but he only told a few relatives and friends about his residence, how did the other party know?

"You don't have to threaten me. The articles I publish have a clear conscience, and online novels have no nutrition at all. I, Zhu Jisheng, want to set things right, let young people read Confucian classics, learn the words of sages, and build a heart for the world, and a life for the people!" He put With his chest straightened out, he forced himself to speak calmly.

"Hehe, that sounds nice." The voice in the dark taunted: "You are nothing more than distressed by the decline of traditional literature, and you can't get used to the vigorous development of online literature-it's popular among the people, and if you don't like it, you're considered old." Several?"

Anger was raging in his chest, and he was about to retort, but the voice spoke again.

"Oh, you don't have to answer."

He was taken aback, thinking he didn't need to answer?

The voice was getting colder, like piercing ice, "I know who you are—you are the ninth!"

Although it was just a very common sentence, Zhu Jisheng's heart suddenly jumped heavily, and even his entire chest ached.

His pupils dilated, sweat poured down, and the most painful memory from decades ago was revived, pressing on his shoulders like the Five Elements Mountain, which might crush him into powder at any time.

After the cold sweat, the body was like falling into an ice cave.

He thought that he had already forgotten that memory, but in fact, that memory had always been hidden in the deepest part of his heart, and any fragment seemed like yesterday, almost shattering all his dignity and glory.

"Meow!"

A simple sentence not only caused serious damage to his spirit, but even his Persian cat was trembling with fright, curled up in the corner, and stared at the darkness outside in horror. Even if it encounters the most terrifying evil, it has never been so afraid.

"Since your nature is not too bad, I won't embarrass you too much this time, but you have to do it yourself, put aside your prejudices and read online articles, and Mo Congzihou will return to Wenwang! Don't think about opening history all day long. Reverse the car, otherwise Zhu Xue will end up with you the next time we meet!"

After saying this, the voice in the darkness quietly disappeared.

After a while, the street lights were turned on again, and the surrounding residential buildings also restored power one after another.

There was no one on the wall, he only saw a few stray cats flicking their tails and leaving calmly.

He could no longer support his nearly collapsed body, his trembling legs gave way, and he sat down on the ground slumped, his thin shirt was wet with sweat, he opened his mouth wide, and breathed with difficulty.

"Hey, old man, what's the matter with you?"

After the call came, a neighbor happened to pass by. He casually glanced into the shop and found that the usually gentle and gentle old man was as pale as paper. : "Do you want to call an ambulance for you?"

"No...no need..."

He waved his hand weakly, "I...the power went out suddenly just now, I just slipped accidentally."

"Really?" The neighbor's eyes looked up and down his legs, and he didn't look like he had fallen, but the sudden power outage just now was also true.

"Really, go and do your work, I'm fine, just take a rest." He forced a smile.

Seeing that his face had regained some color, the neighbor nodded and said: "Then if you feel unwell, call an ambulance quickly, don't hold back! Get up after resting, the ground is too cold."

"I see, thank you."

The neighbor was walking out of the store step by step, looking back, he suddenly asked from behind: "By the way, did you hear anyone talking before you came in just now?"

The neighbor pointed to him, "I only heard you talking to yourself loudly in the shop, I was wondering, and when I passed by, I saw you sitting on the ground."

He seemed to understand something, and asked, "Did you only hear me?"

The neighbor nodded, and said embarrassedly: "Well... don't always talk to you, I'm not used to it."

"Okay, I see... By the way, I have another question, you... Do you usually read online novels?" He asked.

"Occasionally, but what I watch is a pirated version." The neighbor chuckled, "Then I'll go first."

The store was quiet again.

He stared sadly at the street lights in the alley, and suddenly laughed at himself: "The world is so big, where can we hide from stray cats?"