Fish swimming around the world

A splitting headache! Jiang Fan woke up in a daze and couldn't help but show his teeth. My ability to drink is still far behind, and a strong drink like Shaodaozi is really strong enough.

"Xiao Lang, you are finally awake."

The girl in pink clothes was standing in front of the window with a cup of hot tea.

"Sister Xiaohe..." Jiang Fan rubbed his head: "What time is it?"

"What time has it been? I've slept all day and all night. Let's see if you dare to drink so much next time." The girl in pink helped him sit up: "First drink a cup of hangover tea to soothe yourself."

"One day and one night?" Jiang Fan subconsciously looked out the window and saw darkness. Sure enough, it was night again.

"Oh, I've been sleeping for so long. Is Zhang Zaifu still here?"

Xiaohe served him and drank the hot tea before saying: "I left a long time ago. I left something for you. You'd better wash up first and eat something. After drinking so much wine, you must feel uncomfortable in your stomach."

Jiang Fan snorted and said, "Sister, please arrange for someone to prepare some hot water for me. I want to take a bath."

"It has been prepared for you a long time ago. After washing, you can go to the lady's room to eat."

"Okay, where's Sister Pei?"

The girl in pink clothes looked at him with admiration, with little stars in her eyes: "She is very busy now. Xiaolang, you are so amazing. One of your poems shocked Zhang Zaifu, and the whole county was shocked. Starting yesterday The threshold of our Linjiang Pavilion was almost broken, all because of the chance to see the Linjiang Immortal. The lady specially arranged for Zhang Zaifu’s handwriting to be framed and hung on the ninth floor, and she also asked a master craftsman to build it. It’s carved on it for people to admire.”

"Huh? Making such a big noise? It's not necessary."

This is a bit sorry for the sage from my hometown. He is addicted to plagiarism. This style is not good. It is embarrassing to be like this now.

Xiaohe chirped like a cheerful skylark: "Why is it not necessary? You really don't know. Zhang Zaifu said that this poem is comparable to the poem on the first floor of the world. It can be called an eternal quatrain. Now, everywhere Someone is asking about you, the fisherman."

Jiang Fan was sober from drinking all of a sudden: "But don't, tell Sister Pei, I still want to live a quiet life, but if it doesn't work... just tell me what Zhang Zaifu did."

Xiaohe looked at him strangely, puzzled.

"Everyone wants to be famous, not to mention someone who has become famous all over the world in one fell swoop. Why are you so weird, Xiao Lang?"

Jiang Fan smiled: "People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong."

Seeing that Xiao He was puzzled, Jiang Fan said: "The pigs should be slaughtered when they are fat. When people become famous, trouble will come. I am the most afraid of trouble. So, please don't turn me in."

Miss Xiao He imitated his example and scratched her head: "Anyway, I still don't understand, but don't worry, my sister and Zhang Zaifu have not told anyone, and the signature is just a fisherman on the Canglan River. No one will recognize you."

"That's good, get up and sleep covered in sweat."

Jiang Fan finished washing and soon met Pei Yunjin.

When the latter saw him, there was uncontrollable joy in his eyes.

"Xiao Lang, did you sleep well? You are really my sister's darling. I am so lucky to know such a young talent like you."

Jiang Fan couldn't help but blush: "Sister, I'm sorry. I was drunk and talked nonsense. Please don't laugh at me."

Pei Yunjin looked at the handsome young man in front of him, and the more he looked at him, the more he liked him.

"A joke? Who dares to laugh at you? Now that Linjiang Immortal like you appears, it will sweep across the world like a hurricane. Who else can talk nonsense like this? My sister has taken advantage of you. In the end, I, Linjiang Pavilion, will definitely join the Eight Great Masters, and this is all thanks to Xiao Lang."

Jiang Fan sighed helplessly. He naturally knew the charm of Linjiang Immortal, so he had to smile bitterly and said: "I just ask my sister not to betray my younger brother. I also want to live a peaceful life."

Pei Yunjin's eyes were full of deep meaning. He had long known that this young man did not seek fame and wealth, but he was indifferent to fame and fortune. However, he was so talented that it was difficult to find him in the world.

"Sister, I understand, but you can't hide your reputation as a fisherman on the Canglan River. Nowadays, the house is full of guests, and there is a queue of three miles outside the door. Many people are clamoring to see you."

"No, no, no."

Jiang Fan's head shook like a rattle.

"Sister, just tell them that I left a long time ago."

Pei Yunjin smiled and said: "Don't worry, sister said you left with that Zhang Zaifu. Come, sit down quickly and have something to eat. You haven't eaten water or rice for a day and a night. You must be starving. Sister has specially prepared it for you. I bought my favorite sour soup noodles, and I originally wanted to prepare some wine and food for you to celebrate, but I guess you don’t like it either.”

Jiang Fan looked at the steaming hot sour soup noodles on the table, and his mouth suddenly became wet.

"It's my sister who knows that I wouldn't exchange it for a bowl of sour noodles after drinking wine, even if I gave it to a god."

I was sweating profusely after eating a bowl of noodles. Jiang Fan couldn't help but burped twice, patted his belly and said with a smile: "It feels good. Brother Ma's skills are better than mine."

The girl in pink clothes happened to come over and curled her lips when she heard this: "Brother Ma's craftsmanship is nowhere to be seen. He is so busy right now that his feet don't even touch the floor. The lady made this for you herself."

Jiang Fan was stunned: "Sister?"

Pei Yunjin said: "I know you like this bite. When you taught Brother Ma that day, my sister also learned a little bit, and luckily she was able to eat it."

Jiang Fan raised his thumb and said, "It's delicious. I didn't expect that my sister's cooking is so good."

Pei Yunjin said: "You are no better than Xiaolang. People say that a gentleman is far away from the kitchen. My brother, you just like to play with these things, and you are the most delicious in the world. The poems and lyrics are even more outstanding, unparalleled in the world. I don't know how old my brother is. ability."

"Ability? No, no, no, I don't have the ability. Cooking is just to satisfy the appetite. Poetry is just a trivial matter, leisurely and leisurely. In my opinion, it is not as practical as cooking."

His low profile really made Pei Yunjin feel more and more opaque. I just feel that under this young man's carefree and casual appearance, he seems to have an unparalleled mysterious temperament.

"You still say you have no ability, but now Xiaolang's poem "Linjiang Xian" has been hailed by many as the number one in poetry, as famous as the Longjiang fisherman who is known as the number one in poetry."

She looked at the young man thoughtfully: "Sister, I heard that Xiao Lang only went fishing at Jielu on the Canglan River last year..."

The look in her eyes was a naked inquiry: Tell me, are you the fisherman from Longjiang?

Jiang Fan had no choice but to smile and look around: "Ah, by the way, has Uncle Ma come back? Have you bought everything?"

Pei Yunjin saw that he was talking about him, so he had no choice but to say: "I came back a long time ago, don't worry, everything is installed for you."

"That's good. I will return early tomorrow morning."

"How many more days will we stay?" Pei Yunjin saw that he was in a hurry to leave, and couldn't help but frowned and said, "Normally, the young man will stay for a few more days, why are you so eager this time?"

Can I tell you that I have a wife at home?

"The family is about to run out of food. The old guy must be worried."