The Big Farmer of Time Traveling

Chapter 151 The Story of Brother Jing

"Pfft, haha——" Cheng Wenliu looked at Lin Xiazhi's neurotic look, and put his right fist against the tip of his nose and chuckled.

Lin Xiazhi was dissatisfied: "Don't laugh, those places of fireworks such as karaoke and boat houses are also excellent places to collect information. After drinking and being happy, everything is right-oh, what did you do to me! "

"You unmarried brother, what are you talking about?" Cheng Wenliu smiled and patted him on the head.

"I..." Lin Xiazhi felt aggrieved, what's wrong with my brother!

Unable to speak, Lin Xiazhi could only take the teacup on the table as Cheng Wenliu, pick it up and drink the water in it.

"Listen to the story carefully. After listening to this, I should send you home. If it's too late, why don't you worry." Cheng Wenliu looked at Lin Xiazhi's expression a little funny, he was really a child.

At the same time, Cheng Wenliu still had doubts flashing in his heart. Many times, he felt that Brother Xia was a bit strange, and what he said didn't seem like what a little brother would say.

Lin Xiazhi looked at Cheng Wenliu's thoughtful look, and the alarm bells were ringing in his heart, so he hurried to be honest and heard what the scholar said.

After listening carefully, the time passed quickly, and the time was up before the story was finished. Lin Xiazhi felt that he was suspended in mid-air, and it was very uncomfortable to not be able to get up or down.

Cheng Wenliu can only comfort him to come back tomorrow, these storytellers are like this, they will not finish the story at once.

The next day, Cheng Wenliu came to Lin's house on time to pick Lin Xiazhi out to listen to books, but Li Xiu didn't stop them.

In the past few days at the Lin Chengzong Exam Preparation Academy, Lin Xiazhi and Cheng Wenliu had time to meet alone almost every day, and Lin Xiazhi deeply felt that he was about to be captured by Cheng Wenliu.

As expected of a profiteer, he saw that Lin Xiazhi liked to listen to stories, and took him to the theater after listening to the teahouse.

Lin Xiazhi did not expect that he would be interested in these ancient entertainments. In fact, what the storyteller told and the opera troupe sang were old-fashioned plots. Lin Xiazhi could probably guess the latter after listening to the previous ones. Get excited.

On the day of Lin Chengzu's entrance exam, Lin Xiazhi didn't go out with Cheng Wenliu, he stayed at home with Li Xiu and waited for the news.

This time everyone was full of confidence in Lin Chengzong, so they didn't worry much when they were waiting at home, and Lin Xiazhi didn't have to be dragged by Li Xiu to embroider. He drank tea at home and thought about stories.

Yesterday Cheng Luanjing went out to play with Cheng Wenliu. The three of them went to the theater together. Cheng Luanjing was a sentimental child. He hugged Lin Xiazhi and cried as he watched it. After watching the play, Cheng Luanjing still hadn’t come out of the plot, crying My eyes are almost swollen.

In order to make him happy, Lin Xiazhi told him the story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl, and changed the names to Cowherd and Zhigeer.

"Brother Zhi is a fairy who specializes in weaving cloth in the sky, and the cloth he makes becomes a cloud when spread in the sky."

"Niulang is a cowherd boy from an ordinary family on the ground. When he has nothing to do, he likes to look at the clouds in the sky and draw the shape of the clouds on the sand."

"The rules of Heaven are strict, weaving buddies are not allowed to leave their posts at will."

"Brother Zhi accidentally confused the two colors that day, and the cloth he wove was the wrong color. He was worried that he would be punished by the superior if he found out, so he secretly prepared another cloth and went down to earth to replace the two cloths."

"After the clouds in the sky were replaced, Brother Zhi was fascinated by the beautiful scenery in the world, and didn't want to go back to heaven. He sat by the lake and watched the clouds he wove by himself, fascinated."

"At this time Niulang appeared. He thought Brother Zhi also liked watching clouds, so the two hit up a conversation."

Lin Xiazhi didn't tell the rest of the story, but Cheng Luanjing was fascinated by it, and stopped thinking about the plot of the play, and finally stopped crying.

Lin Xiazhi had read the story of the Cowherd's niece when he was a child, but he could not remember it clearly, but the few paragraphs just now were all made up, so he was going to stop there.

"Brother Xia, what happened to Cowherd and Brother Zhi?" Cheng Luanjing couldn't let him go, begging Lin Xiazhi to tell him the story behind.

Lin Xiazhi had a headache: "I can't remember the rest of the story, it's something I heard when I was young."

"Ah—then, will Cowherd and Brother Zhi be happy with each other and be together?" Cheng Luanjing fantasizes about the wonderful love.

A child of his age is just at the beginning of love, and when he hears this kind of love story, he will inevitably yearn for it.

"Hmm, probably." Lin Xiazhi nodded indiscriminately.

"That's really great." Cheng Luanjing's face was full of joy.

"Brother Jing, the rules of heaven are strict. Immortals are not allowed to descend to earth at will. Brother Zhi came down to earth secretly to fall in love with Cowherd. If found out, the two of them will probably be separated~" Cheng Wenliu looked at Cheng Luanjing's happy face, and opened his mouth to pour cold water.

"Second Brother!" Cheng Luanjing's mouth narrowed, and he was about to cry again.

Lin Xiazhi pinched Cheng Wenliu's arm: "I want you to talk more!"

"Brother Jing, although there is a block from Heaven, the love between Brother Zhi and Niu Lang is powerful, giving them the courage to resist Heaven, and finally overcome many difficulties and come together." Lin Xiazhi racked his brains to say a happy ending .

"Heavenly Court is really abominable, it's not easy for Brother Zhi and Niu Lang to be together." Cheng Luan laughed through his tears.

Lin Xiazhi heaved a sigh of relief, Cheng Luanjing's emotions were too full, the child just cried as soon as he said it was made of water, why hadn't I seen him so sensitive before.

"It's amazing. It turns out that the clouds in our sky are cloth woven by Brother Xian. Their hands are really skillful. If they can hold the colorful clouds on their bodies, I don't know how beautiful it is." Cheng Luanjing looked fascinated.

Lin Xiazhi looked constipated, this is just a story, why does Brother Jing seem to be serious?

Cheng Wenliu held back his laughter. Cheng Luanjing had two hobbies since childhood, one was eating delicious food, and the other was listening to stories.After listening to the story, I will take it seriously, and I especially like to bring myself into the plot of the story.

When we parted yesterday, Cheng Luanjing pulled Lin Xiazhi and said that he would go to the Lin residence to tell him a story today, and Lin Xiazhi was forced to agree, and this was the scene where he drank tea and thought about the story today.

There are many stories in Lin Xiazhi's mind, but he only knows the plot and doesn't remember the details at all, so he definitely can't say that the storyteller is as exciting.

Just when Lin Xiazhi died countless brain cells, Cheng Luanjing came.

"Brother Xia." Cheng Luanjing looked very happy, but his face was a bit haggard.

"Brother Jing, drink your saliva and rest first. Did you not rest last night?"

"No, I had a really good rest. It's just that I went to bed very late last night and woke up a little late today." Cheng Luanjing was a little embarrassed.

On weekdays, Mr. Cheng Fulang manages him more strictly, and will not let him develop the bad habit of going to bed and waking up late.

"Why do you sleep so late?" Lin Xiazhi asked him curiously. Could it be that the child was thinking about a story last night and couldn't fall asleep in the middle of the night?

Cheng Luan Jingshen took out a stack of papers from his pocket mysteriously: "Brother Xia, look, this is a story I wrote, it is the story of Cowherd and Brother Zhi that you told yesterday. I think this story is very good after I go back. , I thought about it left and right, and felt that this story should be written so that more people can see it.”

Lin Xiazhi took the paper with a smile on his face, roaring in his heart, why did he tell Jing Geer a story yesterday, and will Jing Geer let him tell stories every day in the future!

Carefully read the story written by Cheng Luanjing, referring to his rough description yesterday, Cheng Luanjing described the majesty and beauty of the heavenly court in a fairly detailed way, and I don't know where the child has read these or thought of them himself.

He imagined Brother Zhi's boring life by himself, and he could vaguely see from the lines that this was alluding to needlework. Cheng Luanjing was also a little brother who didn't like needlework. Lin Xiazhi raised his head and glanced at him when he saw this.

Cheng Luanjing couldn't help blushing, Lin Xiazhi continued to look down.

A few words outline the leisurely life of the cowherd boy when he was young, and he adds the identity of a poor scholar to the cowherd.

The story of Cheng Luanjing came to an abrupt end when Niulang was going to test for talent and Brother Zhi made a mistake in the cloth. Lin Xiazhi couldn't help turning the pages backwards, and he was actually attracted by this old-fashioned story he told.

Can Cowherd be admitted as a scholar?What will Brother Zhi do if he makes a mistake with the cloth?

One is a fairy brother in the sky, and the other is a farmer's scholar on the ground. How do two people with such different statuses meet and even fall in love later, and finally overcome many difficulties and get together?

"Brother Jing, your writing is really good." Lin Xiazhi sighed sincerely.

Cheng Luanjing trimmed his sideburns in embarrassment: "No, no, it's Brother Xia who told you a wonderful story."

"What are you talking about?" Yang Yusheng and Li Xiu walked over and heard what they were talking about.

"This is a story written by Brother Jing, eh, brother, do you want to read it?" Lin Xiazhi handed the paper to the two of them.

"I just write and write randomly. I don't know if it's good or not. Xiu, brother Yu, if you read something that you think is not good, you must point it out." Cheng Luanjing was unusually shy.

This is Cheng Luanjing's first time writing a story. He doesn't know how well he writes, and he wants a few more people to help him read it before making revisions.

Li Xiu and Yang Yusheng were a little surprised when they heard that Cheng Luanjing could write stories at such a young age?

Li Xiu and Yang Yusheng know each other

Commonly used words, the stories written by Cheng Luanjing are simple, the two of them stumbled together and just managed to understand them, and they were fascinated by watching them, attracted by the world of stories outlined by Cheng Luanjing.

"Hey, why is it gone?" Yang Yusheng flipped through the paper twice, feeling overwhelmed, and so was Li Xiu.

"Ah Xiu, Brother Yu, how are you doing?" Cheng Luanjing leaned over and looked at them with bright eyes.

"Brother Jing wrote very well." Yang Yusheng praised him, "I was fascinated by it, and I want to read the rest of it."

"Yeah, me too."

"I'll go back and write the rest in the afternoon, and I'll show you guys tomorrow!" Cheng Luanjing didn't spoil the story before it was written, and put away his manuscript happily.

Lin Xiazhi recalled what he wrote, and made a little suggestion about Tianting before Cheng Luanjing left. After all, Cheng Luanjing is young and has little experience, so it is not easy to think of these things.