The Bookish Scholar of the Red Mansion

Chen Heng waited for two days, and Lin Daiyu finally came up with a name. He picked up the paper, looked at it, and wrote: Yuan He.

Yuanhe?

Chen Heng stood there and recited it several times, and found it catchy. He immediately went back to the house with the good news to tell everyone. Who would have thought that Jiang Yuanbai would have the biggest reaction among his classmates.

It's a pity, it's a pity. Jiang Yuanbai shook his head one after another.

What's wrong? Qian Dayou saw that he was trying to cause trouble again and immediately handed over the talking ladder.

Why do I think this name is more suitable for me? Jiang Yuanbai spread his hands, his face was no longer worried about the past few days, and he looked carefree again.

Look, Yuan Bai, Yuan He. Hahahaha, doesn't it sound like that?

Then if you take it like this, won't everyone know it's you?

Xue Biao smiled and asked him to say this. Jiang Yuanbai also reacted, That's right. After all, people can't know their true identity. If you want to say this, don't I have to use a mountain dry as a cover?

Why not Mohei? Chen Heng gave him an idea.

Ji Hei? Brother Heng, your thoughts can be seen through at a glance. Sure enough, you were right to ask your sister to help you think of a name. Jiang Yuanbai nodded at him with a smile, shook his head and started to comment.

Everyone also laughed, and Jiang Yuanbai turned to Chen Heng and said, Brother Heng, have you decided what to write?

I have so many thoughts in my mind that I don't know how to write at the moment. Chen Heng said confidently. He felt that he was really qualified to say this.

It's a pity that his classmates only thought he was bragging, and they teased him on the spot and asked him to write an opening chapter and come up with it. Chen Heng didn't hesitate and walked to his desk.

The stupid Jiang Yuanbai took the initiative to help him grind, and he was rich and laid out the paper. Xue Biao stood aside and fanned him. Chen Heng looked around and saw their eagerly looking forward faces, feeling a bit dumbfounded.

What are you doing?

Waiting for your work sir.

You should write quickly.

Chen Heng shook his head and decided not to care about them. Taking the brush from Jiang Yuanbai's hand, he concentrated a little and wrote on the paper:

Wang Sheng of Taiyuan was traveling early in the morning when he met a girl. She was running alone with her baby in her arms, and it was very difficult to walk. If you hurry up and take advantage of it, you will find Erba Shubei. She was filled with love and joy and asked: Why do you walk alone all night? The woman said: If a man who practices the Tao cannot relieve his sorrow, why should he bother to ask?

The three people watching couldn't help but stop what they were doing when they saw this beginning. Xue Biao is a person who loves to read leisurely books. He knows that these seemingly ordinary few strokes not only explain the reasons but also clarify the problems. His skill is very extraordinary.

Men can't help but sympathize with beautiful girls in distress. Wang Sheng's questions and answers to the girl are enough to arouse the curiosity of the scholar.

The same is true for Jiang Yuanbai and Qian Dayou. Which scholar does not have the sweet dream of adding fragrance to his sleeves and throwing himself into his arms. They all held their breath and watched Chen Heng continue to write.

Chen Heng couldn't take care of them at this time. This story he wrote has two sources. One is from the Shanxi brothers he met at the inn when he first came to Yangzhou.

Anyone who is traveling around these days has heard a few weird stories. At that time, when the brothers talked about their hometown and customs, they even told Chen Heng such stories to scare children. It happened that Chen Heng liked to hear this kind of story, so he wrote it down on paper on the spot.

Thinking of that night, when the Zhang brothers finished telling this story. Chen Heng immediately recalled reading a similar story when he was a child.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but the story called “Painted Skin Ghost” in Liaozhai is very different from what the brother surnamed Zhang said.

Two coincidences came together, and this is why Chen Heng started to splash ink today.

I followed the tracks and peeked out of the window. I saw a ferocious ghost with a green face and teeth like saws. He spread human skin on the couch and drew with a colored pen. Then he threw the pen and lifted the skin, like shaking clothes, and draped it over his body. , and turned into a woman.

After Jiang Yuanbai read this sentence word for word, his heart couldn't help but tremble, and he couldn't help but pull Qian Dayou's sleeve. At this time, it was already dark outside, and suddenly a cool breeze blew into the house, making a gentle cry.

Qian Dayou was also very scared. He had never figured out how the clean-looking Hengdi could write such a sentence.

Is it possible that he is possessed by a ghost? Qian Dayou leaned against Jiang Yuanbai's ear and pointed at Chen Heng.

Nonsense, he has a shadow. Jiang Yuanbai quickly refuted.

Chen Heng didn't hear the whispers between the two. Under Xue Biao's excited and expectant eyes, he finished the story of Painted Skin Ghost in one go.

When the writing came to the end of God's way is easy, but the ignorant and confused people don't understand it. How sad!

It happened that Xin Suzhao pushed the door in at this moment. He was always very noisy and pushed the wooden door loudly. Qian Dayou and Jiang Yuanbai were so scared that they screamed.

Mom.

Xin Suzhao looked at them whirring and looked around him strangely, What are you two doing? What dirty thing is following me?

Stop talking, stop talking. Brother Xin... Jiang Yuanbai waved his hands repeatedly, his little face turned pale with fear.

Qian Da was still loyal enough and explained to him, Brother Heng just wrote a storybook. It was really scary to read it at night.

Hearing this, Xin Suzhao was scratching his head, but when he saw Xue Biao standing next to him, he could only nod his head in a pretentious manner and walked towards the head of the bed.

Brother Heng, what's the name of your story? Xue Biao didn't pay attention to the movement behind him. Now that he thought about it, he realized that this story was completely different from the current story.

Obviously the whole story is weird and gloomy, but at the end a Taoist priest comes out and saves Wang Sheng's family. The last sentence is also the finishing touch, simply wonderful.

Painted Skin Ghost. Chen Heng put down his pen, raised his head and smiled. Then he smiled evilly at Qian Dayou and others who were still worried, Do you still want to watch?

Chen Heng is not boasting. Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio was his bedside reading material when he was in junior high school. In his previous life, he was very interested in ghost stories. He stayed at home every summer vacation, sleeping during the day and watching ghost movies at night. It was very refreshing and refreshing.

After much deliberation, he finally decided to write Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, firstly because he liked it. Another reason is that such stories are often short in length and do not require long-term character relationships. They are just suitable for him to write in his leisure time. It can be said that he makes money and studies at the same time.

What's the name of this storybook? Xue Biao understood what Chen Heng meant and knew that this story was just the beginning, and that Chen Heng would have similar stories in his hands.

Chen Heng turned his head and thought about it carefully, and finally decided: Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. He did not want this name, which has been passed down for thousands of years, to disappear into the corner of history because of his own selfishness.

How about it? If so, would the library take notice? Chen Heng asked Xiang Xue Biao.

Xue Biao is indeed knowledgeable. He commented directly, This article alone is enough to make Hengdi famous. But if you want to make money, you still have to consider the follow-up story. Hengdi, I see your writing method, it is your intention Each article is independent of each other and does not interfere with each other.”

Chen Heng couldn't help but nodded and continued to listen to Xue Biao's opinions.

If everything is like this, with miraculous ideas and wonderful and bizarre twists and turns. I think I have to respectfully call Mr. Yuanhe.

When Chen Heng saw Xue Biao, he was about to bow his hands, so he quickly picked him up and asked: You and I have known each other for a long time, what are you doing?

I have something to apologize to Brother Heng. Xue Biao coughed and told him what he had planned for the past few days.

It turned out that his family had a printing shop. When Xue Biao heard that Chen Heng wanted to make money, the reason why he encouraged him to write a storybook was because in case the other party did not write well, he would directly use some connections to let the library staff The man accepted Chen Heng's storybook, printed it entirely at his own expense, and then asked a storyteller to make Chen Heng famous.

It's my villain's heart that can judge a gentleman's heart. Brother Heng is really a great talent. It's really shameful for me to underestimate my friends like this.

Chen Heng was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but said in his heart: Mr. Xue, if you want to give me money, just say so. You think your brother's moral level is too high.

At this moment, he could only wave his hands and smile: Brother shows concern, how can I blame him? Brother Xue doesn't have to be like this.

After hearing this, Xue Biao straightened his clothes and couldn't help but asked curiously: Brother Heng, where did you hear such stories?

Chen Heng smiled when he heard this, Second uncle's tea shop, the main shop of the inn, the road to and from Yangzhou.

Xin Suzhao couldn't bear it anymore. After several hesitations, the young man finally lost his temper and jumped out of bed and ran over.

Brother Heng, let me see it quickly, let me see it quickly.

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