"What Uncle Chu learned...is it immortal magic?"
Lin Daiyu lay on Li Qingzhao's shoulder, tilting her head and looking over. Her naturally affectionate eyes were really intoxicating.
Before Chu Zhen could speak, Li Qingzhao also said: "No wonder there are many books on Mr. Chu's bookshelf that neither Sister Lin nor I can understand."
"This is the only immortal magic."
Chu Zhen spun the ballpoint pen, threw it up in the air and caught it again.
The original intention was to talk about the history of time and space and his status as a historian, but the two girls were surprised. Lin Daiyu even smiled and said: "It's so interesting. What kind of magic is this? Teach me too."
"None of you have turned your pen?"
They both shook their heads.
"That's right." Chu Zhen said with a smile: "You use a brush, which needs to be dipped in ink. When you turn it, the ink will fly around. Mine is called a ballpoint pen, and the ink is in a tube... Miss Lin, if you want to play with the pen, I will give it to you. You have a ballpoint pen, so you can spin it around when you are bored."
He turned it again in slow motion, and the ballpoint pen turned smoothly. Lin Daiyu's original refusal was turned into a shy statement:
"Thank you very much, Uncle Chu!"
The girl smiled shyly and bowed slightly to thank her.
Li Qingzhao hesitated to speak.
"Okay, I'll go downstairs to get it. I happen to have a shop downstairs and I have a lot of stationery."
Chu Zhen was afraid of forgetting, so he might as well go downstairs now.
Li Qingzhao watched him go downstairs, puffing his lips, as if unwilling to give in.
Lin Daiyu happened to see it, but before she could speak, Li Qingzhao pinched her face just as she smiled.
"Why did my sister bully me again?"
Lin Daiyu dodged away, covering her face with a carp and lotus fan, her eyes full of smiles: "My sister didn't tell me about Chu Langjun when she was here just now. Now that Langjun is gone, who did my sister tell me about getting a ballpoint pen? Hmm." ~?"
Li Qingzhao was stunned for a while before he stretched out his hand to grab her and shouted:
"I didn't know Sister Lin was such a sharp-tongued girl. Don't run away, watch for a beating!"
Lin Daiyu smiled and escaped.
When Chu Zhen went upstairs with a few pens, he heard the sound of two girls playing at the top of the stairs. After going upstairs, he saw Lin Daiyu being pinched by Li Qingzhao again, saying something like "Sister, I know I was wrong."
Seeing him coming up, both of them blushed with embarrassment, and quickly let go of their hands and adjusted their appearance so as not to lose their ladylike image in front of him.
"What are you doing?"
Chu Zhen asked with a smile. They didn't say anything, and of course he didn't ask. He said to them: "I went downstairs to get a few pens for you to take back. Miss Li, do you want two? Each of you two, plus These refills.”
"M-mine too?"
Li Qingzhao looked flattered, and his beautiful face turned red with embarrassment.
Lin Daiyu smiled at her and said, "How could Uncle Chu forget my sister? He really likes your poems and articles."
She glanced at him.
Chu Zhen only felt that Sister Lin used "he" to call him for the first time, and her tone of voice was quite interesting.
Li Qingzhao looked straight at him with clear eyes, seemingly moved.
Chu Zhen smiled at her, handed her four pens and asked her to choose two. Then he suddenly remembered a plot of Dream of Red Mansions, so he said to Li Qingzhao instead:
"Ms. Li, you choose one first, and Sister Lin chooses two more."
He was worried about Sister Lin! !
Li Qingzhao and Lin Daiyu looked over together. Before the former could speak, the latter's sister Lin smiled and said, "Uncle Chu, are you afraid that I will be wronged if I choose the remaining one?"
Li Qingzhao looked at her, and Lin Daiyu said again: "There must be a sequence for two people to have four pens. Sister Qingzhao and I are both guests, so it is not appropriate to give it to anyone first. Uncle Chu then came up with an idea. Sister Qingzhao will take one first. I’ll choose two more, and the rest is my sister’s. It’s in no particular order, it’s the best of both worlds~”
Chu Zhen&Li Qingzhao: "..."
"It's just that I don't know why Uncle Chu specifically——"
Lin Daiyu looked at the Dream of Red Mansions on the table.
Li Qingzhao said: "It must be Sister Lin who is so eloquent and eloquent in the history books that she can make people angry to death with her mouth. That's why Uncle Chu dare not have a quarrel with his sister."
This time it was Lin Daiyu's turn to puff her cheeks.
Chu Zhen laughed and simply put the four pens on the table and said: "Whoever grabs it first will get it first... I am really out of my mind before I am trying to be clever in front of you."
After hearing what he said, Li Qingzhao and Lin Daiyu saluted and apologized to him, with embarrassed expressions on their faces.
"I'm not angry. Just accept these four pens. You can also share these refills. It's probably enough for you to write 50,000 to 60,000 words. Let me know after you finish them."
Chu Zhen took out his pen, opened the pen cap, and taught them how to change the refill.
After figuring out that the ink was in this tube and learning to change the refill, both of them were very happy.
They discussed and divided the ballpoint pens and refills, and there was no conflict about order at all. They happily accepted Chu Zhen's gift. It was because he was overthinking.
"Miss Li, I will slowly appreciate this article later."
Chu Zhen smiled and said, "After reading it, I will copy it into my historical records."
Li Qingzhao was a little shy and lowered his head slightly, "Then, the next time I visit the city, I will write down more and write it to Chu Langjun for inclusion in the history book."
"It would be great if you don't mind the trouble." Chu Zhen accepted her kindness and gave her some advice, "The records don't need to be limited to ceremonial scenes. Some small businessmen and vendors, as well as vulgar words in the market can be written... Official history If there is no record in it, I must write it down!"
The Twenty-Four Histories paid too little attention to ordinary people.
For example, when studying the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the people in the Song Dynasty, "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" and "Tokyo Menghua Lu" became important references.
Li Qingzhao agreed. She had read a lot of history books and knew how to supplement the historical materials Chu Langjun wanted.
Chu Zhen looked at Lin Daiyu, with eagerness in her eyes.
"I also wrote some articles for Uncle Chu." Lin Daiyu smiled shyly, "It's just that my literary talent is not as good as that of sister Qingzhao, and I can't go out often, so I'm afraid I won't be able to write much."
"Just write down how much the Lin Mansion's maids pay each month, why they came to the Lin Mansion, their origins, etc. It's all very useful!"
Chu Zhen said.
Lin Daiyu was surprised: "These must also be recorded in history books?"
"Of course, as the saying goes, you can see the leopard through a tube and know the subtleties."
Chu Zhen pointed to Dream of Red Mansions on the table. He originally wanted to say something, but after seeing Lin Daiyu, he changed his words and said, "If you want to see it, you can take it back and read it."
"I don't want to read this book!" Lin Daiyu refused simply and explained to Chu Zhen: "The names of parents are mentioned repeatedly in the book. How can I read this book as a child? Besides, it also writes about misfortune...I I don’t even want to see it!”
Daiyu's filial piety is evident.
Chu Zhen said: "Okay, I respect your opinion. If others want to borrow it, I will ask you...but, here, the book Dream of Red Mansions has been widely spread."
"I have no control over what others think. History is written for people to read."
Lin Daiyu regards Dream of Red Mansions as a history book.
For her, that's pretty much it.
However, Sister Lin looked at Li Qingzhao with a smile in her eyes: "If Sister Qingzhao wants to read it, that's fine, but she has to promise me not to talk about the things in the book in front of me. I don't want to hear it!"
Li Qingzhao reacted quickly: "Sister Lin wants to make fun of me?!"
"What did sister say?"
Lin Daiyu said, already hiding away with a smile.
"Wait for me!"
Li Qingzhao said in embarrassment, turned around and picked up "A Dream of Red Mansions" on Chu Zhen's table, held it in his arms, and asked Chu Zhen with his eyes if he could do it.
"Let's take it and read it." Chu Zhen said with a smile, "If you want to read the history of the Song Dynasty, it's also on the bookshelf. Just look for it."
"Well, I'll read Song History later to avoid being sad."
After learning about the disaster in Jingkang, Li Qingzhao became even more afraid to read Song History.
Lin Daiyu said from a distance: "Sister Qingzhao, it is better to take a look at the history of the Song Dynasty. History books record that my sister married Mr. Ruyi not long after, and her surname was not Chu, but——"
She deliberately didn't say anything.
Li Qingzhao's face turned red with embarrassment, and he stamped his feet and said: "I'm not Li Yian, who does she marry has anything to do with me? Lin Yatou, just wait for me, wait until I read your history book and see who you married. An uncle from Chu and Zhou!"
"ah!"
Now it was Lin Daiyu's turn to blush with embarrassment, and hurriedly came to snatch Dream of the Red Mansions without showing her sister her history book.
Chu Zhen was very happy to see it. Sure enough, the historian was the happiest, and the person involved was even happier when he saw his "history book"!
