Jiang Liang's father was a constable in the government office. Once he participated in the encirclement and suppression of mountain bandits. In order to capture the leader of the mountain stronghold, Jiang's father was stabbed to death. The leader was captured and the bandits were eliminated.
However, on Jiang Liang's seventh birthday, a bandit who had escaped found the Jiang family. In order to protect Jiang Liang, Jiang's mother was brutally murdered. Little Jiang Liang, whose legs were chopped off by the bandit, stayed alone with his dead mother for two days.
When Jiang Liang's grandparents learned about it, they rushed over. Jiang Liang suffered nightmares day and night, and his cheerful and lively self became increasingly silent. Finally, he stopped talking altogether.
In order to treat Jiang Liang's illness, his grandparents brought him to Liangcheng, which was also the beginning of a deeper nightmare...
The storybook was one-third complete, and the last paragraph read, "Chu Li wrapped the hot cakes her mother had made in a clean handkerchief and knocked on her neighbor's door with great anticipation..."
Ah Liang pulled Tang Chuan to the Liangyuan Bookstore, frowned and glanced at the storybook, then retracted his gaze and said in a muffled voice: "This is the storybook of Gao Shan Liu Shui this time, you can also take a look."
Tang Chuan glanced at the storybook of Gao Shan Liu Shui. Although only a third of it had been serialized, it was clear that it was about family, a theme Gao Shan Liu Shui had always favored. However, the style of the storybook before him was completely different from the previous ones, as if it had been written by someone else.
"Let's go find the organizer. Our feelings shouldn't be wrong." Perhaps Gao Shan Liu Shui and Mo Ci Zui's words were wrong, swapped. They had to ask for clarification.
A Liang and Tang Chuan went to the back hall side by side and found the person in charge of this storytelling competition - Gu Yuan, a scholar from Tangzhou Prefecture.
Gu Yuan was already middle-aged, with a strong scholarly air and gentle manner in her every move. She took the imperial examinations several times but failed to pass the imperial examination. Worried about her husband's frail health, Gu Yuan decided not to take the imperial examinations again.
She was interested in dialogues and would occasionally write them. Because of her high status as a juren, she became the general manager of the Tangzhou Prefecture Dialogue Competition, and it has been five years now.
After hearing what A Liang and Tang Chuan said, Gu Yuan frowned, her face looking a little serious. If this was true, then this was a serious matter. Closing the book she was reading, she said, "Wait here, I'll go check it out."
Because he is the general person in charge, all the scripts submitted by each author are properly kept, and as the general person in charge, Gu Yuan naturally has the right to check them.
A Liang and Tang Chuan were waiting anxiously outside. When they saw Gu Yuan, they stood up suddenly and waited eagerly for the answer.
Gu Yuan said: "I checked again, and there is nothing wrong."
A Liang and Tang Chuan stood there stupidly. They didn't make any mistakes. Could it be that their perception was wrong?
After confirming the answer, the two left shortly afterwards and returned to the competition stage.
A Liang was silent for a moment, then turned around and strode towards the Taohua Bookstore where the storybooks were located. He picked up a pen in front of Mo Cizui's storybook.
"A Liang, are you going to vote for Mo Ci Zui?" Tang Chuan walked over quickly and immediately realized what A Liang was thinking.
"Yeah. I used to think that I liked the storytelling of Gao Shan Liu Shui. In fact, to be more precise, I should like that style of storytelling. If Gao Shan Liu Shui had not been able to write a storytelling of that kind, I would not have been able to convince myself to vote for her. But Mo Ci Zui made me see the Gao Shan Liu Shui of the past." After saying that, A Liang wrote his name on the paper without any hesitation.
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