Urban Sims

At the entrance of the yard, three large carriages were parked, one carrying passengers and two carrying cargo.

"Brother Zihua, gift, my gift!"

As soon as he saw him, his cousin Cui Rou hung around his neck like a koala, like a child, completely unlike a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.

In the Great Zhou Kingdom, many girls aged fourteen or fifteen may already be mothers of one or two children.

"Yes, yes, your gift is here."

Zhou Ming took out a thin stack of comics with only about ten pages from the carriage. The title of the first page read "Xiao Rou'er's Story", and some simple stories were drawn in it... Actually, he didn't know much about it. She was willing to draw these childish stories, but her cousin strongly demanded that she not want any other gifts but comics with her in them. Zhou Ming had to spare half a day to get such a special gift.

"Thank you, Brother Zihua!"

Xiao Nizi took the gift with joy on her face. Unexpectedly, Xiao Nizi kissed her on the cheek. Then she turned around and saw that she was already running towards her boudoir with her head down and her face red, holding the comic in her arms.

Zhou Ming shook his head. This cousin, like his sister Tian Jiao, is a child.

Ask the servants to bring down a large pile of gifts and give them to the elders one by one.

"Grandma, this is wild ginseng bought from Gaoji State. It is good for your health and will help you live a long life."

"Grandpa, this is ambergris extracted from sperm whales. It is refreshing and energetic. There is also this box of dried whale liver tablets. Take one tablet a day. It is good for your eyes."

"Auntie, look what this is? The best 32 pearls from the rosary clam are given to you. The Tian family's ocean fishing company can collect up to 100 of these pearls a year."

"Third uncle, you are not in good health. You have been wanting to have a son for the past few years but have not had one. Look what I have brought you. The tiger whip and bones bought by Hanhai Kingdom weigh dozens of kilograms! Three Uncle, if you still can’t hold your son next year, don’t blame your nephew for not helping.”

Zhou Ming's words provoked two gentle beatings from his third uncle and third aunt.

Cui Yunhua, who was standing aside and silently watching this scene, was quite puzzled. This young man in the hall was giving gifts to relatives and friends while speaking vulgar words and occasionally making some mild jokes. Mr. Zihua?

She didn't believe that this rude man who would be regarded as frivolous and ignorant of superiority and inferiority in her family could be Mr. Zihua?

Perhaps due to the local customs, this man's various rude behaviors seemed so natural and unobtrusive in this hall.

And those who received the gifts, no matter men, women, old or young, no matter what their personalities were, were all very satisfied and benefited from the man's blessing words and generous gifts. Some of the jokes, not serious or not, made everyone laugh out loud from time to time. Laughing, the atmosphere in the hall became extremely lively and cheerful with the arrival of this man.

This scene made Cui Yunhua feel quite uncomfortable: a few days ago, she was the most popular and most watched person here. Today, after this man arrived, she found that she, who was originally the focus of the Cui family, has now become the focus of the Cui family. The halo next to the focus, although still bright, gave her a sense of disparity.

"Hey, who is this guest?"

Seeing the beautiful woman standing in the corner of the side door, Zhou Ming looked at her and asked.

"Oh," Grandpa Cui Ping quickly pulled her over and introduced him: "Grandson, this is Cui Yunhua, the noble daughter of the Cui family in Qinghe, my family in Zhongzhou." After saying that, he pulled Zhou Mingwei. She introduced: "Niece Yunhua, this is my grandson, Tian Jian, named Zihua. He is a few months younger than you. You can just call him cousin Zihua."

After hearing the introduction, Cui Yunhua picked up the lucky gift and said to Zhou Ming, "Hello, cousin Zihua."

Zhou Ming bowed his hands to the cold-faced woman and said, "Hello, Cousin Yunhua. My cousin came in a hurry and didn't prepare a few extra gifts. I will definitely give you double gifts the next day. Don't blame me Cousin Yunhua."

"No need, I didn't give you a gift, so there is no need to give a gift." Cui Yunhua said coldly.

"..." Zhou Ming didn't know what to say. The words of this stunningly beautiful woman seemed to be filled with anger...

If the conversation is not congenial, then there is nothing to talk about in depth. People have various personalities. No matter how gregarious a person is, they will meet people they don't get along with, especially mysterious women... Even though Zhou Ming has experienced countless things, he would not dare to Said to understand women completely.

That night, with half a truck of seafood ingredients brought by Zhou Ming, a unique seafood hot pot banquet was held in the Cui family courtyard. Zhou Ming personally guided in the kitchen and prepared the ingredients. After the seafood hot pot banquet started, the smell of The tangy and fresh aroma made the people sitting at the table unable to help but twitch their Adam's apples, drool a lot, and get ready to use their chopsticks.

Cui Yunhua, who was sitting at the VIP table, frowned. She had never had such a banquet where more than a dozen people gathered around a table, and there were more than a dozen pairs of chopsticks, eating in a pot... This made her She was used to sharing meals at formal banquets, but she couldn't get used to it.

However, the guest followed the host and she was the first one to use the chopsticks according to the host's request, and then everyone else started to use the chopsticks. For a while, everyone's appetite was greatly increased, and they devoured the sea with their hands. Clam, suck the juice inside...

She was only one-fifth full.

…

The next day, morning.

"Is he really the Mr. Zihua who wrote those excellent poems and drew those wonderful cartoons?"

Looking at the young man who was having a great time playing snowmen and snowball fights with his sisters in the snow in the yard, Cui Yunhua, who was standing aside, still couldn't accept this "hippie smiley" and "funny" man. Is this young man the "personable", "fair-skinned and handsome" and "gentleman" Mr. Zihua that she imagined in her heart?

This contrast is really too great.

But last night, after she read the "Xiao Rou'er's Story" in Cui Rou's hand, she basically confirmed in her heart that this young man, who is several months younger than herself, is indeed the painting style. That Mr. Zihua.

At the very least, it was Mr. Zihua who drew those cartoons.

As for whether her favorite poems and articles were also written by this "Mr. Zihua", it still needs to be confirmed.

By chance, she saw several plum blossoms standing proudly in the ice, snow and cold wind at the corner of the yard. Her heart moved. She walked to the young man, looked at the plum blossoms and sighed softly: "What beautiful plum blossoms, I really want to write a poem." , I admire these plum blossoms blooming in the snow... No matter how hard I try, I can't weave even half of this beautiful story..."

She turned to look at Zhou Ming and said, "Cousin Zihua, I heard that you are good at poetry. Can you write a poem that suits the occasion?"

After saying that, she began to carefully observe the expression on her cousin's face, and saw that he frowned slightly and fell into deep thought for a while...

Is it true that you can't write it?

It's right to think about it. It's pretty good for a person to have extremely high talent in the field of painting. However, it would be a bit abnormal for a person to have such an outstanding talent in poetry and poetry.

There must be a person named "Mr. Zihua" who is the real author of those exquisite poems in "Collected Works of Zihua"...

While she was thinking about it, a voice sounded in her ear: "Speaking of poems about plum blossoms, I really don't have many, but I have a poem about plum blossoms. I'll give it to you as a gift."

"Listen carefully, the name of this poem is: Bu Suanzi Yong Mei!"

Then, she heard a cadenced voice saying:

Wind and rain send spring home

Blizzard welcomes spring!

It’s already a cliff with hundreds of feet of ice

There are still pretty flowers!

Pretty people don’t fight for love

Just herald the coming of spring!

Wait until the mountain flowers are in full bloom

She is laughing in the bush!

"this……"

Cui Yunhua was completely immersed in the artistic conception of this poem. He tried his best to recall it, but he could not find any poem in his memory with similar content to this poem "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei".

This was a brand new poem about plum blossoms that she had witnessed with her own ears.

A poem in praise of plum blossoms that is full of spirit and can be regarded as an eternal masterpiece!

He is really Mr. Zihua!

Seeing Cui Yunhua's dull look, Zhou Ming smiled slightly, but his heart didn't move much. It was just a plagiarized work. He read it just to let the other party appreciate it. It seemed that the effect was a little too much.

However, her dull look was much better than her cold look.

"Brother, come over and play with me!"

His sister Tian Jiao was calling him to come over. Zhou Ming responded and walked towards his sister who was rolling a snowball.

Just when Cui Yunhua came to his senses and was about to return to the room to find a pen and ink to write down the poem about plum blossoms he just heard, a voice came to his ears and said: "Yunhua, you should smile more, if you can survive After more than ten lives, you will find that instead of wearing a mask to interact with others, it is better to take off the mask and live more relaxedly... Life is really not long, so while you are young, don't seize the time to live a free and happy life. Later, there will be no chance..."

Cui Yunhua's delicate body was shaken, as if struck by lightning, and she could not speak for a long time.

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