Mountains and rivers do not return to people

Let's go, it's not far. "

It's really not far away, only Wanzhou City remains.

Han Shi led him to arrange things on the edge of the city, and sat on the side eating melon seeds.

Han Shi cracked melon seeds and yelled a few times, attracting a group of people to watch. It can be seen that she has been around for a long time and has many repeat customers.

Su Xiying picked up a straw hat and put it on her head, and asked, "Sister Han Shi, did no one say anything when you shouted here?"

"What are you talking about? I said I was a handyman in the priest's house, so they didn't dare to offend the living Hades in Shen Mu's time."

Han Shi spat out a mouthful of melon seeds, and someone came to pick them up. She stood up to meet them, with a smile on her face, and introduced a lot of lipstick, underwear, loose powder, and even more. . .Aunt towel.

Han Shi enthusiastically pulled over a few customers, pointing to a place of products for them to choose.

"This is lipstick. It's full of vigor and vitality. It looks good. The color... Let me see, it's bean paste color. Would you like me to have one? This loose powder is also good. If you buy lipstick, this loose powder will be given to you. , Bai Bai is tender and tender to please the young master."

The girl paid the money, and shyly carried the things away.

"What is this long cloth-like thing?"

"Ah, this is my aunt's towel. This young man bought it back and brought it to your daughter-in-law. My sister-in-law will definitely like it."

"I don't have a wife."

"That can be given to your mother. Your mother can also use it. As long as she is not too old, she can use it even if she has menstruation."

"..."

Su Xiying silently looked away, hoping that someone would buy these messy things sooner.

After a wave of customers left, Han Shi sat down, fanned the sweat off his face with a straw hat, and said, "Emma, ​​I'm so hot."

"Counting nine cold days, you are also a talent if you can sweat."

After sitting for so long, Shen Mushi's legs became numb. He stood up and paced back and forth. He saw a row of shops on the opposite side and said, "Sister Han Shi, how tiring is it to set up a stall every day? Why don't we open a small shop."

Han Shi clapped his hands when he heard the words, and stood up: "That's right, why didn't I expect that we will open a department store supermarket with everything you need for basic necessities, food, housing, and transportation."

System: "Party A, please pay attention. 'Opening a department store supermarket' violates the regulations of Fengyi Continental World. Party A should proceed with caution."

Su Xiying's smile froze, and she changed her words: "Sister Han Shi, these things cost so much, we can try to open a small restaurant."

System: "Party A, please pay attention. 'Opening a restaurant' violates the settings of Su, Xi, and Yingren—cowardly settings. Party A should proceed with caution."

Before Han Shi opened his mouth, Su Xiying hurriedly changed his words: "However, there are not enough ingredients here, and we don't know how to do it. It will cost more money to invite a chef. We might as well find out if there is a mine here."

System: "Party A, please note that 'mining' violates the regulations of Fengyi Continent World, Party A should proceed with caution."

You have no end to the system!!!

Han Shi: "Su Xiying, you never finish, what are we doing?"

"How about we sing in the street, you sing and I dance."

The system turned on the lights ruthlessly, and Su Xiying had no choice but to ask in her heart: "Brother System, what can Su Xiying do?"

System: "Just don't violate the human and world settings."

Saying is the same as not saying.

"Singing and dancing is a good idea, I think we can try it."

Seeing that Han Shi was about to take off his clothes, if it was really as short as jk, the system would definitely frame Su Xiying for destroying other people's characters. Thinking of this, Su Xiying hurriedly stopped her.

"Sister Han Shi, wait a minute. I suddenly wondered if you don't have a boyfriend yet. I'm afraid it's not easy to find someone after you jump. Let's find another one."

"Hey, I'm not here to look for it."

"It will be recorded in the annals of history."

"Hey, what can we do then?"

"Sell poetry."

This time it was absolutely quiet, in line with Su Xiying's personality, and the system did not remind her again. It turned out that the original owner did this every day, so she could enter old age in advance, so it was decided.

Su Xiying unfolded the rice paper, picked up a pen, thought for a while, and wrote on the paper: Dongfeng night puts flowers and thousands of trees.More blowing down, the stars are like rain.

Han Shi took a look and said, "Do you have another name?"

"No."

Su Xiying said in her heart that this girl would not think that he was the poet who wrote this Qingyu case, she couldn't help laughing, and was about to explain, when someone came over and picked up the writing and looked it up and down, handed over the money and left without saying a word .

The first one opened the door, and Han Shi took some more rice paper while the iron was hot, and gave it to Su Xiying.

"Shadow, write quickly."

Su Xiying never expected that the ancient poems that she had memorized for many years could be used here, so she wrote a few more. These poems are very popular with some ordinary people who have pen and ink in their stomachs, and people keep coming to choose them.

Su Xiying lay down on the paper, and wrote stroke by stroke on the paper: "Hold the pen to express your feelings, and light ink to paint mountains and rivers."

This is the copywriting he thought of when he was a teenager, but he never found the right person to read it.

Su Xiying bit her pen and looked at it for a while, when someone tapped her forehead.

"Drool is about to flow down."

Su Xiying touched the side of her mouth, where is the saliva coming from.

"Hi Priest."

"Hi Priest Shen."

"..."

Su Xiying raised her head: "Why are you here?"

Shen Mushi took out the rice paper and looked at it for a while, then said, "Isn't it pretty to write seriously?"

"How did you come here?"

"The handwriting is good, and you can go further. I will teach you when I go back."

Su Xiying asked for the third time, "Why are you here?"

At dusk, he rolled up the words and knocked him on the head.

"Fool, didn't I miss you? I went out for a day and didn't come back. I almost thought you were abducted."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Han Shi.

Seeing that those poems were sold out, Han Shigang wanted to ask Su Xiying to write some more, when he looked up and saw Shen Mu was looking at her, he was startled and grabbed a pen and paper: "I didn't abduct him, I dare not abduct him, I wrote it myself , don’t tire the shadow.”

Shen Mushi turned his back and tucked the words into his sleeves, then turned around and handed Su Xiying a roasted sweet potato.

"I haven't eaten for a day, here you are."

Han Shi swallowed silently, and shed tears of bitterness in his heart for the fact that he had no one to bring her food.

Su Xiying took it and leaned to the side to chew.

The sweet potatoes have been peeled and wrapped in oiled paper, and they are still steaming.

Sweet potatoes are sweet, sweeter in the heart.

"Is it delicious?" Shen Mu asked.

Su Xiying nodded and brought the sweet potato to his mouth.

Shen Mushi took a bite from the place where he gnawed, and said, "It's really sweet."

Su Xiying was sweet in her heart, so she wanted to laugh, she laughed silly for no reason at all towards Shen Mushi, made Shen Mushi smile so embarrassed, she lowered her head and held his hand.

Another crooked stroke, Han Shi looked at the pile of waste paper next to him, more paper wasted than sold, he completely gave up on this way of making money, rolled up his money, and said, "I won't sell it anymore. , not for sale, come back tomorrow.”

On the way back, Han Shi walked slowly behind with the leftovers from the sale alone. She didn't have the guts to ask Su Xiying for help when Shen Mu was there. She was either afraid or cowardly.

Su Xiying stopped by to buy vegetables and food to bring back, and left the food for a few people to eat tonight. Tomorrow is Shen Mushi's birthday, and Shen Mushi always cooks for him. Su Xiying also wants Shen Mushi to taste herself made.

Isn't it just to cook a dish? Su Xiying feels that her cooking skills are not bad.

Back at the priest's mansion, Su Xiying distributed the bought food to several other people, and went back to the room with Shen Mushi.

It's already dark.

After washing up, Su Xiying wanted to go to Shen Mujie to ask Shen Mushi what she liked, but she was hugged by Shen Mushi.

Shen Mushi put his chin on Su Xiying's shoulder and said, "It's so late, where else do you want to go?"

Su Xiying poked her head out and looked outside, only to realize that the two of them hadn't seen Shen Mujie since they came back this time, and they should have gone out to do some errands.

"Don't go anywhere, just look."

"really?"

"Really." Su Xiying nodded vigorously, and then felt very guilty.

"Come on, I'll teach you how to write calligraphy."

"Ah."

At dusk, he pulled him to the couch, sat in front of the table, held the pen, and wrote stroke by stroke: bamboo sticks and straw sandals are lighter than horses.

Shen Mushi said: "Walking with a pen in hand is not fluent, it's too deliberate, and the pen doesn't know the weight, so it is steady and heavy everywhere. As the saying goes, writing is like a person, Xiying, tell me, am I talking about you?"

Su Xiying turned her head to look at him, and asked for a moment, "Are you saying that 'handwriting is like a person' is praising my handwriting?"

"Uh, the word like a person doesn't apply to you."

When Shen Mushi held his hand, he wrote a few words on the paper: Outstanding.

Elegant and elegant, but also upright and powerful, straight and fast at the corners, and as decisive as others.

Su Xiying said: "Your handwriting is like a person's handwriting, very beautiful."

"This is your word too."

At twilight, half-lying on the couch, leaning on her chin, watching Su Xiying practice her handwriting, writing one piece of paper after another.

Shen Mushi fell asleep on his back, opened his eyes after an unknown period of time, and found that Su Xiying was still writing, and the rice paper next to her was almost full of the whole couch.

"Xiying, go to bed earlier."

Su Xiying didn't speak, put down the pen and paper, and turned to look at him.

From far away on the street, the watchman's voice is heard, the sky is dry and things are dry, be careful of candles.

It's time.

Su Xiying loosened her hair, took out a pair of scissors, cut off a strand and tied it with a hair tie, and handed it to Shen Mushi.

"Happy birthday."

After finishing this sentence, he felt that he should say more, and explained: "I don't know what you like, today is your birthday, I heard that sending hair between lovers can make love last forever, I... um..."

The rest of the words were locked by the lips that came up suddenly, and Shen Mushi's hand covered the strand of hair, holding it together with Su Xiying's palm.

After a long time, Shen Mushi let go and he took it over, took the scissors and cut off a strand of her own hair, tied it with his hair, and put it close to her mouth.

The author says:

"Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night. It blows even more, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars