The streets bustled with life, a contrast to the abnormal peace within the store .
It was a suitable day for story-telling .
Most stories started out in a dim, empty room, an old man in a rocking chair with a wool blanket draped over his knees . The fireplace behind him crackled and popped .
The rocking chair made him feel as though he was floating amidst the river of time, remembering the good old days .
A boy and a girl, laid on a carpet, their chins resting on their hands, waiting for the old man to tell a story of something that happened a long time ago . A story of the old man's life, a story of passion, a story that was captivatingly heartbreaking .
If there was an old retriever next to the rocking chair, it would've been perfect .
There were no rocking chairs in the pet store, only a reclining chair . There were no kids on the floor, only two cats in their tree . Although there was a dog beside Zhang Zian, it wasn't an old retriever, it was a young Famous . Zhang Zian wasn't an old man, and stories weren't interesting . There was no blanket over his knees, but there was a parrot on his shoulder . The only one who seemed to be prepared for the story was Galaxy, who sat right in front of the chair .
Today was still a good day for story-telling, as the most important factor was atmosphere, and the atmosphere in the store was good .
The elfins knew that Pi had been writing a story that featured all of them, but no one knew how Pi described them . They were all curious, but out of respect, they didn't ask about the contents of the novel . Secretly reading the novel wasn't possible as Pi's novel wasn't a physical book, and their paws couldn't work a phone or computer .
Fina yawned . "I, the queen, wouldn't mind listening, but don't expect me to speak . A few thousand years ago, scribes faithfully recorded my words, thinking that Pi was just a monkey . If you're telling me that it's skills are better than that of the scribes, I don't believe you . "
Just like how ancient China had historians who recorded the words and deeds of the emperor, ancient Egypt had scribes who were responsible for recording everything regarding the royal family . For example, royal scribe Thanuny recorded Thutmose III at the Battle of Megiddo, on the walls of the Karnak Temple . Being the reincarnation of the Cat Goddess and the beloved pet of Cleopatra VII, having its words and actions recorded wasn't out of the ordinary .
Zhang Zian said, "You're not wrong, but back then, you were just a regular cat, right? Pi wrote you as an elfin, you can't compare the two . "
"A regular cat? Nonsense!" Fina glared at him . "I was born extraordinary, don't compare me with common cats . "
"Okay, but you get what I'm trying to say, right?" Zhang Zian didn't wish to have an argument with Fina . "You weren't able to speak back then . "
Fina snorted, not speaking another word .
"Meow! Although my birth doesn't compare to her majesty's, I've seen much of life . " Snowy Lionet chimed in . "I heard that Pi's novel is of the urban life genre . Urban life just describes the daily lives of common folks . I'm not trying to be mean, but Lanling Sheng did it first . "
Although it was arrogant, Zhang Zian couldn't refute what Snowy Lionet said . Chin Ping Mei was indeed the first classic Chinese novel with a common mortal as the main character, and the daily lives of common folk as the theme . Before that, main characters were either legendary heroes like Sun Wukong or royalty like Liu Bei, so Lanling Sheng has an irreplaceable spot in the history of Chinese literature .
From this perspective, urban life novels were products of the precedent that Lanling Sheng set, making him the originator of urban novels . Lanling Sheng was very skillful in his portrayal of characters .
"That's right, Pi's novel is of the urban life genre, but it's different from Sheng's novel . In Chin Ping Mei, the people or animals don't have special abilities, while Pi's novel is more of an urban legend . " Zhang Zian felt that comparing Lanling Sheng to Pi was really unfair .
Zhang Zian pointed at his face and said, "The legend is right in front of all of you . I have so many titiles: cat trainer, Wing Chun grandmaster, Head Dog Trainer of a movie crew, and so on . Is that not a legend?"
After he finished talking, Zhang Zian lifted his head, nose towards the sky, and tried his best to avoid Fina's despising stare .
"Ha! You think you're a legend?" Snowy Lionet clicked her tongue in disdain . "You'd be more of a legend if you were castrated . "
"I just have one question, do you have a boyfriend in the novel?" Richard asked .
"No!" Zhang Zian shot back . "I don't have one in reality, so why would I have one in the novel?"
"Wasn't it supposed to be partly fictitious? I'm disappointed!" Richard exclaimed, flapping its wings .
"Don't make stuff up!" Zhang Zian said . "Is there even a point in giving me a boyfriend in the novel?"
"Of course . Aren't novels meant to make up for any dissatisfactions in life?" Richard inquired .
Zhang Zian declared, "I'm not dissatisfied in the slightest!"
"You have no boyfriend, no girlfriend, how aren't you dissatisfied?" Richard rolled its eyes . "Since everyone here is knowledgeable about Egyptian scribes and Lanling Sheng, I shall recite a poem for the occasion . "
Zhang Zian knew full well that any poem out its mouth wouldn't be a good one, he tried to grab its beak, but he was a step too late . Richard had flown up in the air, hovering above them as it recited loudly:
"Alone in the study was a wife, outsiders shall not hear of this life;
Changing from the left hand to right, is a divorce and a new bride .
Stroke after stroke, quivering numbness as pleasures within were provoked;
On the floor they splatter, kids and offspring become one with nature!"
Chapter 653 Zhang Zian s Wife Translator Nyoi Bo Studio Editor Nyoi Bo StudioThe streets bustled with life, a contrast to the abnormal peace within the store . It was a suitable day for story telling . Most stories started out in a dim, empty room, an old man in a rocking chair with a wool blanket draped over his knees . The fireplace behind him crackled and popped . The rocking chair made him feel as though he was floating amidst the river of time, remembering the good old days . A boy and a girl, laid on a carpet, their chins resting on their hands, waiting for the old man to tell a story of something that happened a long time ago . A story of the old man s life, a story of passion, a story that was captivatingly heartbreaking . If there was an old retriever next to the rocking chair, it would ve been perfect . There were no rocking chairs in the pet store, only a reclining chair . There were no kids on the floor, only two cats in their tree . Although there was a dog beside Zhang Zian, it wasn t an old retriever, it was a young Famous . Zhang Zian wasn t an old man, and stories weren t interesting . There was no blanket over his knees, but there was a parrot on his shoulder . The only one who seemed to be prepared for the story was Galaxy, who sat right in front of the chair . Today was still a good day for story telling, as the most important factor was atmosphere, and the atmosphere in the store was good . The elfins knew that Pi had been writing a story that featured all of them, but no one knew how Pi described them . They were all curious, but out of respect, they didn t ask about the contents of the novel . Secretly reading the novel wasn t possible as Pi s novel wasn t a physical book, and their paws couldn t work a phone or computer . Fina yawned . I, the queen, wouldn t mind listening, but don t expect me to speak . A few thousand years ago, scribes faithfully recorded my words, thinking that Pi was just a monkey . If you re telling me that it s skills are better than that of the scribes, I don t believe you . Just like how ancient China had historians who recorded the words and deeds of the emperor, ancient Egypt had scribes who were responsible for recording everything regarding the royal family . For example, royal scribe Thanuny recorded Thutmose III at the Battle of Megiddo, on the walls of the Karnak Temple . Being the reincarnation of the Cat Goddess and the beloved pet of Cleopatra VII, having its words and actions recorded wasn t out of the ordinary . Zhang Zian said, You re not wrong, but back then, you were just a regular cat, right Pi wrote you as an elfin, you can t compare the two . A regular cat Nonsense Fina glared at him . I was born extraordinary, don t compare me with common cats . Okay, but you get what I m trying to say, right Zhang Zian didn t wish to have an argument with Fina . You weren t able to speak back then . Fina snorted, not speaking another word . Meow Although my birth doesn t compare to her majesty s, I ve seen much of life . Snowy Lionet chimed in . I heard that Pi s novel is of the urban life genre . Urban life just describes the daily lives of common folks . I m not trying to be mean, but Lanling Sheng did it first . Although it was arrogant, Zhang Zian couldn t refute what Snowy Lionet said . Chin Ping Mei was indeed the first classic Chinese novel with a common mortal as the main character, and the daily lives of common folk as the theme . Before that, main characters were either legendary heroes like Sun Wukong or royalty like Liu Bei, so Lanling Sheng has an irreplaceable spot in the history of Chinese literature . From this perspective, urban life novels were products of the precedent that Lanling Sheng set, making him the originator of urban novels . Lanling Sheng was very skillful in his portrayal of characters . That s right, Pi s novel is of the urban life genre, but it s different from Sheng s novel . In Chin Ping Mei, the people or animals don t have special abilities, while Pi s novel is more of an urban legend . Zhang Zian felt that comparing Lanling Sheng to Pi was really unfair . Zhang Zian pointed at his face and said, The legend is right in front of all of you . I have so many titiles cat trainer, Wing Chun grandmaster, Head Dog Trainer of a movie crew, and so on . Is that not a legend After he finished talking, Zhang Zian lifted his head, nose towards the sky, and tried his best to avoid Fina s despising stare . Ha You think you re a legend Snowy Lionet clicked her tongue in disdain . You d be more of a legend if you were castrated . I just have one question, do you have a boyfriend in the novel Richard asked . No Zhang Zian shot back . I don t have one in reality, so why would I have one in the novel Wasn t it supposed to be partly fictitious I m disappointed Richard exclaimed, flapping its wings . Don t make stuff up Zhang Zian said . Is there even a point in giving me a boyfriend in the novel Of course . Aren t novels meant to make up for any dissatisfactions in life Richard inquired . Zhang Zian declared, I m not dissatisfied in the slightest You have no boyfriend, no girlfriend, how aren t you dissatisfied Richard rolled its eyes . Since everyone here is knowledgeable about Egyptian scribes and Lanling Sheng, I shall recite a poem for the occasion . Zhang Zian knew full well that any poem out its mouth wouldn t be a good one, he tried to grab its beak, but he was a step too late . Richard had flown up in the air, hovering above them as it recited loudly Alone in the study was a wife, outsiders shall not hear of this life Changing from the left hand to right, is a divorce and a new bride . Stroke after stroke, quivering numbness as pleasures within were provoked On the floor they splatter, kids and offspring become one with nature
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