The first light was slightly bright, and the light of the sun shone particularly white in the vast expanse of white snow.
The rays of sunlight spilled into the house through the paper windows and shone on Su Jingyan's face.
Su Jingyan woke up slightly, and the fairy beside him was no longer there, leaving only the faint fragrance...
When Su Jingyan left the room, he didn't find the beautiful woman at home again...
Maybe he left... Su Jingyan shook his head with a complicated expression.
After going up to the attic, Su Jingyan sat at the tea table, set up a chess game, and started playing alone.
In the small river downstairs, an old man was swinging a paddle, and the boat was swaying past Su Jingyan's downstairs.
The sound of the river water being broken by the oars flowed up the beam and fell onto Su Jingyan's chessboard...
At some point, he actually learned to play chess alone...
...
The snow is falling, and the new year is approaching.
Many wanderers who had gone out returned home one after another, and every household became lively.
Different from the bright lights in thousands of homes, Su Jingyan's home seemed particularly deserted.
But Su Jingyan didn't feel lonely at all, maybe he was used to it.
... He has been alone since his parents left.
"It's time to make some money..."
Su Jingyan calculated the money at home and found that there was not much left.
Although he is more economical during the day and gets some money from the court after winning the imperial examination, he still gets nothing.
The other side of the building left by Su Jingyan's parents faced the street, and he never opened it...
After thinking about it, Su Jingyan opened the door facing the street and hung up some calligraphy and paintings he had made on weekdays.
"The New Year is approaching..." Su Jingyan thought for a while, "It would be better to sell some New Year's goods."
After finalizing his decision, Su Jingyan took out some red paper and made a couplet.
A pair of Spring Festival couplets were hung out...
Su Jingyan hastily put a plaque on his front door called "Ink Room" and started business.
Everyone in the town knew that Su Jingyan was the top candidate in high school in the fall period, but they regretted that he did not want to attend the spring semester... In their minds, if Su Jingyan had gone, he would definitely be on the gold medal list.
Seeing Su Jingyan opening the store for business, they were all curious.
The owner of a street cloth shop walked into the ink shop and was stunned for a while when he looked at the dazzling array of calligraphy and paintings.
"Is Jing Yan finally starting to live?" the owner of Buzhuang asked with a smile.
Living life…making a living for the sake of being.
Su Jingyan smiled helplessly: "I can't do anything else except calligraphy and painting."
"Okay, okay..." The cloth shop owner took a look around and took a fancy to a Spring Festival couplet.
"The spring rain moistens all things, and the red plum blossoms embroider thousands of mountains..." The cloth store owner looked at the couplet and read it out unconsciously.
The word "embroidery" made him extremely happy, as if he had found the couplets he had dreamed of hanging in the cloth shop.
"I want this couplet, how much money?" The owner of Buzhuang turned his head and said happily to Su Jingyan.
"Shiwen."
The owner of Buzhuang was stunned when he heard this, then looked at Su Jingyan and smiled bitterly, "You really don't know how to do business... These ten coins are indeed too cheap..."
Su Jingyan shook his head and said suddenly: "It's just two rolls of paper and some ink. The words on them...are valuable because of the person."
"If you like it, it's valuable to you...but I can't raise the price just because you like it..."
"Calligraphy and painting are such things, it is a blessing to meet someone you like..."
The owner of Buzhuang looked at Su Jingyan blankly, nodded for a long time, raised his hand and took off the couplet, dropped a couple of silver and turned away, but left a word behind.
"I don't understand this, I just think it's worth a tael of silver..."
After the owner of the cloth shop left, he hung it on both sides of the stage behind the cloth shop, which is the most conspicuous place.
Someone came to Buzhuang and saw the couplet and was full of praise. The owner of Buzhuang told him that he bought it at Su Jingyan's ink shop.
When asked how much money he spent, he said:
"Shiwen..."
Soon, the new year is approaching, and every household will make couplets.
After hearing that Su Jingyan's ink shop not only had good calligraphy and painting, but was also cheap, they all went to Su Jingyan's ink shop to buy some.
Ten coins is cheap for the cloth shop owner, but it is still a bit expensive for ordinary people.
However, they all knew that this was a dignified person from Su Ju. His calligraphy and paintings were only sold for ten coins, but no one counter-bid.
This calligraphy and painting can be used as an heirloom...
Su Jingyan's ink shop was flooded with people for a while. Later, it seemed that people in the whole town bought his calligraphy and paintings, and the business slowly returned to calm... Occasionally, people came, but they were not enthusiastic.
At this time, New Year's Eve is only one day away.
That day, the sky was getting dark, and when Su Jingyan was about to close the door, he saw the familiar slender white dress stepping into the store.
Ning Baixue's elegant white dress reflected the snow outside, looking refined and beautiful, and her long hair like ink danced with inexplicable emotions...
When Su Jingyan saw Ning Baixue coming again, he suddenly felt as if he was dreaming.
"coming......"
"Um......"
"I'm going to prepare food..." Su Jingyan stood up, closed the door, turned and walked into the kitchen.
"Okay..." Ning Baixue looked at Su Jingyan walking into the kitchen with a calm expression, "I want to eat the small stove from last time..."
"Okay." Su Jingyan's response came from the kitchen.
When Su Jingyan brought out a steaming pot of hot pot and placed it on the table, all kinds of stews in the pot were simmering with the soup. For a moment, there was a hint of fireworks in this deserted hut.
The two sat down and started eating quietly.
After taking a few bites, Ning Baixue raised her head and looked at Su Jingyan, her indifferent expression seemed to say something was missing...
Su Jingyan gave a bitter smile and stood up helplessly and took down a bottle of Xinghuacun from the shelf nearby.
When Ning Baixue saw Su Jingyan bringing Xinghua Village, her expression was calm, but there was a flash of smile in her eyes.
"If you drink any more, I will finish the wine my mother left for me to drink when I got married..." Su Jingyan smiled bitterly, poured two bowls, and placed one bowl in front of Ning Baixue.
Ning Baixue raised her head and glanced at Su Jingyan, but said nothing.
The two of them drank wine and ate steaming hot dishes, speechless for a while.
This dinner is big enough for two people.
"Are you leaving today?" Su Jingyan put down the bowl and chopsticks and asked casually.
"It's too late..." Ning Baixue responded casually.
Su Jingyan nodded, but did not mention cleaning the guest room...
Ning Baixue didn't say anything more. After finishing her meal, she put down her bowls and chopsticks and walked into Su Jingyan's room.
Both of them tacitly did not mention the guest room...
Seeing that Ning Baixue had gone back to the room, Su Jingyan calmly tidied up and then returned to the room.
Ning Baixue stood in front of the desk under the window sill. There were still a few paintings and calligraphy that Su Jingyan had not hung up on the desk.
Su Jingyan walked over, looked at the calligraphy and paintings, raised his hand to put them away, and took out a few blank papers and spread them out...
"You still want to paint?" Ning Baixue asked.
"I'm going to write a few couplets. The ones I wrote before have been sold out. Tomorrow is the New Year's Eve and there will be many people coming to buy the couplets. I'll write a few more so that I can sell them tomorrow..."
Ning Baixue nodded and stopped talking. She just watched quietly as Su Jingyan completed the calligraphy one by one and hung it aside to dry the ink...
In front of the window, one person writes and the other reads...
As night falls, the ancient town gradually becomes quiet.
The candle in the room flickered, and finally after burning out the last trace of candle wax, a puff of green smoke came out, and then went out.
The house became dark, and only the white snow outside cast a dim light in the house. Su Jingyan was stunned for a moment as he picked up his pen, and immediately realized that he had forgotten to replace the lamp...
At this time, Ning Baixue said lightly:
"It's late, let's write tomorrow..."
"Okay!" Su Jingyan also nodded, raised the ink pen in his hand, and hung it on the pen holder beside him.
Ning Baixue turned around and walked to the bed, took off her coat very naturally, hung it on the eaves of the bed, and then lay down under the quilt.
When Su Jingyan saw that she had gone to bed as a habit, he didn't say anything, took off his coat and lay in...
This was not the first time they slept together on the same bed, so there seemed to be nothing to worry about.
However, the warmth and fragrance coming from beside him still made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Go to sleep..." Ning Baixue said softly at this time, her voice as delicate as jade.
"Okay..." Su Jingyan responded, feeling some cool breeze pouring into the space between the two of them, so he moved inward.
At this time, the two people's bodies were close to each other, and Su Jingyan's hand unconsciously touched the other's arm, but Ning Baixue seemed to have no reaction.
"Are you leaving tomorrow?" Su Jingyan asked.
"I'm not leaving..." Ning Baixue responded lightly.
"Then when..." Before Su Mo finished speaking, Ning Baixue said lightly:
"Don't leave..."
"Then I'll buy some daily necessities for you tomorrow..."
"Um......"
This night, the white snow is flying, and I am still speechless all night...
