Not The Sideburns I Know Chapter 35

Many famous actors who hang out with the rich and idle for a long time, either smoke opium or ask the police to gamble all night, and they get into the habit of burning money and not making any progress. However, Ervin has no hobbies in smoking, whoring or gambling. In addition to customizing his costumes at high prices, he likes to listen to his peers sing. In short, all his hobbies are still centered around his business, and he has never been bored at all. Whenever Ryan sees him, he is either listening to or singing, or telling or writing a play.

But on this day, Ervin was very quiet, leaning over the table to write and copy, with a stack of newspapers beside him. He was so focused that he didn't even hear the creaking sound of Xiaolai opening the door for Ryan. Xiaolai opened the door, turned around and walked away without even looking at Ryan, let alone informing Ervin. Ryan was very happy about this, and sneaked into the room and looked behind Ervin. Ervin held the brush and wrote with difficulty. There were only a dozen big characters written on a piece of paper. Each character was stretched out to be extremely large, and his arms and legs were stretched out of the red line. It was horrible. When he encountered a word he didn't know how to write, Ervin would look for it in the newspaper, flipping through the newspaper loudly. The last piece of text he put together was like this:

em>Du Qi, I haven't seen you for a year, and I miss you very much. I want to make some new plays, but none of them are good, and the lines are sticky. I only want yours. Also, I already know that Fan Aling is a violinist, and the dulcimer is far inferior to our huqin. It's useless to ask for it, I hope you will come back soon. Ervin. em> Writing this half-vernacular and half-classical letter has already cost Ervin his life. He took a long breath, raised the letter paper and looked at it carefully, and seemed to be very satisfied with the results of his work. At least people who can read can understand what he wrote, and the purpose has been achieved. He stood up and looked up, and saw Ryan, and was startled: "Second Master, when did you come? Don't say anything!"

Ryan said, "I was secretly watching Boss Shang writing a letter to his lover. It said, 'I miss you so much, I hope you will come back soon.' Look how impatient he is."

Ervin snorted at him, folded the letter in half and stuffed it into the envelope: "You only read these two sentences! How vulgar! This is Du Qi!"