Qin Ying glanced at the lobby. It was not lunch yet, and there were only a few guests sitting in the lobby drinking tea. She nodded and walked in in front of Gu Fei.
The two walked to a table in the corner and sat down. Qin Ying smiled reservedly at Gu Fei, "Miss Gu, you should know who I am, right?"
Gu Fei raised her eyebrows, "I really don't know the girl. If it weren't for yesterday, I recognized the girl next to you who sent me the message. I don't even know her last name."
Qin Ying's face turned slightly red, "That's because I was abrupt."
"My grandfather is the headmaster of Qinglian Academy. My father is a minister of the Imperial Academy."
"My name is Qin Ying."
Gu Fei looked at her for two seconds and said slowly, "My grandfather is a farmer, and my father is a farmer."
"I do a small business to support my family. Gu Fei."
Qin Ying opened her mouth slightly, never expecting that Gu Fei would say such a thing. She hesitated and said, "I came here today to ask Miss Gu to join our poetry club?
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What does that have to do with me?
Gu Fei waved her hand, "Thank you to Miss Qin for looking up to you, but I will not join the poetry club."
Qin Ying did not expect Gu Fei to refuse so directly, and frowned slightly, "Miss Gu, in our poetry club, we are all ladies from well-known families. , get together once a month to review everyone's new poems, or have fun together for a day and compose a few poems at will. How much fun it is."
Gu Fei said helplessly: "Miss Qin, you have also seen that I do it every day. I have to do business every day, so I really don't have time to write any poems."
Qin Ying looked at Gu Fei and said seriously: "Miss Gu, since you have outstanding literary talent, you should spend your time on poetry. How can you do this? It's a waste of your talent."
Gu Fei chuckled, oh, this kind of young lady who doesn't know the sufferings of the world is really cute.
"Miss Qin, you may not understand that you and I are different. If you compare Miss Qin to the snow in spring, I am a lower-class person."
"I don't have the time or energy to write any poems. I have to do three things a day. "
Those poems and such are what young ladies like you use to kill time. They are really far away from my life."
Qin Ying shook her head in disapproval, "Miss Gu, I thought you were . You are definitely not an ordinary person who can write a poem like that. Who knew you were so ignorant?"
"Do you know how many people are troubled by their mediocre talents, but there are people like you who have outstanding talents but waste their talents in vain? Call someone—"
Halfway through his words, Xiao Lu ran over, "Shopkeeper, Butcher Zhao from the butcher shop is here to pay for this month's meat."
Gu Fei looked over and saw Butcher Zhao standing with his clothes half open, exposing his belly. There, she quickly stood up and said, "Miss Qin, wait a moment, I'll be back soon."
Qin Ying followed her gaze and glanced over there, suddenly seeing Butcher Zhao's protruding belly, her face turned red, and she turned around hurriedly Face.
Gu Fei walked to the counter, opened the account book, and quickly calculated the abacus. She paid the money to Butcher Chen, then returned to the corner and sat down opposite Qin Ying as before.
Qin Ying pursed her lips tightly, looking unhappy.
Gu Fei didn't have time to chat with her, "Miss Qin, thank you for looking up to me, but as you saw, my store is very busy and I really don't have time to write poems or lyrics."
"Besides, the girl and I also If you are not traveling with me, if nothing happens to you, I will not sit with you."