I went out for a walk today, but I still didn't get anything.

was almost taken advantage of by the old beggar who didn't repay his kindness.

is an old disrespectful old liar who deserves to be beaten.

The first thing Downing did when he returned to the room was to put a few thin books that the old liar had given him on the corner of the table.

Not to mention, the thickness was just right, Tang Ning shook the table vigorously, but it didn't shake at all.

Zhong Yi walked in from outside, looked at him, and said, "I have looked through a lot of poems today, and I haven't found the song "Taishan Yin" ......"

"I don't know which book I've seen before." Tang Ning said casually: "Perhaps, you don't have that book in your study......"

Zhong Yi thought for a while, looked at him and asked, "Could it be ......, you did it before?" ”

It's not that she didn't think that this poem was Xie Daoyun's lost work, after all, there was "A Thousand Golden Fang" first, and he may have really seen Xie Daoyun's posthumous work before.

But the chances of two events happening in quick succession are too small, and it's more likely than she guessed.

"How is this possible...... Tang Ning waved his hand and said, "I can't write such a poem, I should have read it before......"

Zhong Yi looked at him and said, "But I asked my father, and my father said that he hadn't seen it either." ”

Tang Ning thought for a moment and explained: "Maybe ......, maybe that book is more out of the way." ”

"It could really be that you wrote it." Zhong Yi was a little regretful, and said, "If you think about it carefully, you may be able to think of it......"

Downing didn't know how he was supposed to explain it.

In these days, no one believes the truth......

When Zhong Yi walked out of the courtyard gate, Tang Yaoyao lowered his head and followed behind her as if he had made a mistake.

She had come to Tang Ning today to settle yesterday's account.

Now he is in no mood to settle accounts at all, and if he wants to calculate, he and himself will calculate.

Zhongyi looked back at her and comforted: "He can already remember the poems he made before, don't worry, you have to ...... step by step"

Tang Yaoyao sighed and said, "I'm sorry for him too much......"

Downing lay on the bed, knowing that Zhong Yi must have misunderstood.

The problem is that he still can't explain this misunderstanding, so he can only use the previous method to get through.

Amnesia is really a good excuse, I can't do it after a hundred tries, thanks to Tang Xiaoyao's hydrangea, it was she who changed his fate, he really owes Tang Xiaoxiao too much.

After a small twist and turn, Downing's life returned to peace.

The illness of the villagers in Guojia Village has been controlled by Dr. Sun, and no one has been killed, and it has gradually subsided.

Zhong Mingli made the matter of the fake immortal public, and was unanimously praised by the people of Yongan County......

He doesn't care about this, more is better than less, go out for a walk every day, replay memories when he's bored, watch two movies to relieve boredom, since Tang Yaoyao didn't bother him, he can only watch movies to relieve boredom.

After paying attention to it a few times, Tang Ning finally discovered something.

After he finishes eating, he doesn't feel hungry easily, whether it's reading a book or going for a walk.

But if you choose to replay your memories and watch a two-hour movie, you will basically start to feel hungry when you finish watching it.

In other words, he flips through his memories, which consumes energy, and there is a lot of it.

This leads to a very embarrassing thing.

In this era, there is no entertainment, people work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and when the sky is dark, it is time to rest.

But in his previous life, it was the norm for Tang Ning to stay up late until after twelve o'clock, so he fell asleep a few hours early, lying on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, and could only relieve his boredom by replaying his memories.

And that's energy-intensive.

So he was hungry at night.

After he snuck into the kitchen in the middle of the night and was caught three times, every night, at a fixed time, she would bring some food to his room.

Sometimes it's a bowl of sweet porridge, sometimes it's a few side dishes.

Always bothered her, Tang Ning was a little embarrassed, so he chose to help her light the fire when he liked to cook.

I don't go to bed early on weekdays, she usually reads in the study and leaves late.

Of course, since the other day, the time for her to leave the study was half an hour earlier, and Tang Ning would consciously wait for her in the kitchen.

I like to make stir-fried cabbage today.

Tang Ning added a handful of firewood to the stove, and said casually: "Although the cabbage is ordinary, but carefully made, it can also reach the peak of the dish, there is a dish called boiling water cabbage, made with Chinese cabbage heart, with broth seasoning, after the dish, fresh and elegant, the fragrance is strong and mellow, the soup is thick, not greasy, fragrant and refreshing......"

In the past few days, they have lit the fire alone, cooked the vegetables alone, chatted a few words in between, and the distance between him and Zhongyi has narrowed a lot, and the estrangement at the beginning, I don't know when, has disappeared without a trace.

From the restraint at the beginning, to now, the topics between them have tended to be casual, one second is still judging poetry, the next second can talk about cooking, of course, Tang Ning himself can only talk on paper, but Zhong Yi seems to be very interested in the dishes he said in the later generations, and has tried several dishes, so that Tang Ning can feast every night.

Tang Ning would "accidentally" think of something every day and share it with her, and he could see that he was very happy, and he could see that Tang Xiaoxiao was even happier.

Zhong Yi pondered for a moment, and then his words said: "If this is the case, this boiling water cabbage seems to be a clear soup with little water, unpretentious, but it shows the skill of making soup, fresh and soft, better than all kinds of dishes." ”

Tang Ning nodded, "It's natural. ”

Although the boiled cabbage has a light taste, it is a high-class dish in Sichuan cuisine, so high-class that it is also a high-quality dish at state banquets, far from being as simple as its name sounds.

Zhong Yi looked at him, and suddenly said, "What kind of person were you before, why are you so proficient in cooking in addition to medicine?" ”

Tang Ning smiled and said, "I can only talk about it, it's still far from you." ”

Zhong Yi shook his head and said, "You can't tell Xiao Xiao about this matter, otherwise she should blame herself again." ”

Zhong Yi promised to prepare early tomorrow and try to make a boiling cabbage, Tang Ning was a little expectant.

At dinner, Zhong Yi sometimes accompanies him.

Of course, she only moved her chopsticks slightly, and most of the food went into his stomach.

It's not good to eat supper all the time, but Tang Ning is different, he consumes a lot, and he doesn't worry about gaining weight at all, but he needs to supplement more nutrients.

During meals, they also talk casually.

Tang Ning just talked to her about the four ways of boiling cabbage, and after drinking a bowl of porridge, he talked about the representative poets of the bold school and the graceful school......

"Su Shi, Xin Qiji and others ......, the vision of lyrics is broader, the atmosphere is magnificent and majestic, he likes to use poetry and syntax to write words, the words are broad, he uses more things, and he does not stick to the rhythm ......, which is for the bold."

"Liu Yong, Yan Shu, Qin Guan, Zhou Bangyan, Li Qingzhao, etc., the structure of the words is deep and meticulous, attaches importance to the harmony of the rhythm, the language is mellow, fresh and beautiful, with a kind of soft and graceful beauty...... which is regarded as graceful."

Tang Ning was not surprised to see the look of surprise and doubt on Zhongyi's face.

Although the bold school and the graceful school are the two major schools of Song poetry, the mention of "bold" and "graceful" only had a vague concept in the Song Dynasty, and it was not until the Ming Dynasty that it appeared for the first time.

Zhong Yi thought for a long time before nodding and saying: "The graceful person wants his words to be in love, and the bold person wants his magnificent atmosphere. ”

Tang Ning looked at her and said, "I'm just talking about it casually, don't take it seriously." ”

Zhong Yi smiled and said: "I know that you have always been low-key, don't worry, God knows, God knows, you know me, I won't tell the third person." ”

Tang Ning naturally knew that Zhong Yi would not talk nonsense everywhere, and it was precisely because of this that he didn't have to worry about anything when he chatted with her.

After being in contact with her for a long time, he found that the two of them shared a lot of language, and chatting with her every night was one of his few pleasures.

After all, except for Qing'er, who likes Tang Xiaoxiao and just wants to listen to stories, he has no one who can speak.

Zhong Yi stood up and said, "It's not early, I'll go back to the room first." ”

Tang Ning nodded, also stood up, and said, "I'll send you." ”

The two of them have been like this for the past few nights, Zhong Yi did not refuse, Tang Ning sent her to the door of the room, Zhong Yi seemed to remember something, and suddenly asked: "You just said that the Wanyue faction is represented by Li Qingzhao and others, who is Li Qingzhao, and is he also a poet of the Song Dynasty, why haven't I heard of it?" ”

Tang Ning was stunned, looked at her, and said in surprise: "Li Qingzhao, did I say it just now?" ”

"Yes." Zhong Yi looked at him and said with great certainty.

"Did you hear me wrong......" Downing said as he looked at her.

"Really." Zhong Yi was convinced.

"Really." Tang Ning nodded and said, "Haven't you heard of it?" ”

Pretending to be stupid is not a long-term solution, he decided to change his routine this time, he doesn't believe that he can't turn the book, can he still Baidu or Google?

"No......" Zhong Yi shook his head.

"If not, forget it." Tang Ning smiled and said, "It's not too early, let's rest early." ”

With that, he turned and left.

Zhongyi watched his back disappear into the darkness, and I don't know how long it took before he closed the door, washed up, turned off the lights and went to bed.

She lay on the bed, thinking about whether there was anyone else in that "Li Qingzhao", and she would check it again tomorrow.

Then he closed his eyes, and there was a faint expectation in his heart, looking forward to tomorrow night......

On the other side of the courtyard, the window of a room was quietly closed.

Chen Yuxian walked to Zhong Mingli, who was reading a book, with a smile on his face, and said, "This time, maybe I did a great thing......