Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 122 Why are the titles of books in later generations so weird?
"I don't deserve it," He Shuangqing said modestly, "I was just making up a few random words."

"Miss He, there's no need to be so modest. These few sentences are just right." Pu Songling looked at He Shuangqing with approval. "Last night, Miss Su told me about your life story. It's a pity that such talent and character as yours were buried in the mud."

"Yes, if Sister Su hadn't saved me, I would have died long ago."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about those sad things," Su Jiahe changed the subject, "Let's go take a look at the front."

After most of the day, the group visited all the scenic spots in Laoshan before taking the cable car down the mountain.

"It's so easy to climb mountains in later times. Back then, I had to use a cane and wear wooden clogs to climb up step by step from the small path. I almost fell down." Pu Songling sat in the cable car and looked back at the way he came.

"Mr. Pu, is traveling now much more comfortable than before?" Su Jiahe asked.

"It's definitely more convenient, but it's a shame it misses the fun of trekking through mountains and rivers. It's a pity that I'm old and can't walk that far."

Hearing Pu Songling say this, Su Jiahe secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Pu Songling is already sixty years old. If a younger man had come, it would probably be a special forces tour.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, Su Jiahe took a taxi and went directly to the high-speed rail station. He returned to his home in Bohai in the evening.

"Qingqing, go open the door." When they arrived at the villa door, Su Jiahe supported Pu Songling and deliberately walked behind.

He Shuangqing pressed the fingerprint lock and the door unlocked. Pushing the door into the hall, he saw bright lights and a table covered with cakes, snacks and a bouquet of flowers.

When Daji and the three boys saw He Shuangqing coming in, they all stood up from their chairs and went forward to greet him.

"This is what you are doing?"

Before He Shuangqing could react, she heard everyone shouting in unison, "Happy birthday, Sister He!"

"Qingqing, have you forgotten? Today is your birthday." Su Jiahe walked into the living room and closed the door.

"Ah? Today?" He Shuangqing thought for a while before remembering that today was indeed his birthday.

"Sister Su, no wonder you rushed back so quickly. It was because of me. If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten."

"Sister He, it's getting late, let's cut the cake." Daji pulled He Shuangqing to sit at the table.

Liu Zhun lit the birthday candles on the cake, He Shuangqing made a wish and blew out the candles, then cut the cake and distributed it to everyone.

"Haha, this is how birthdays are celebrated in later generations. It's quite interesting." Pu Songling sat at the table, looking at the young people with a smile on his face.

"Sister Su, our birthdays are almost the same, so we can just celebrate together. Besides, the old man is still here, and if we rush back, we will delay his fun." He Shuangqing said embarrassedly.

"Miss He, you are too polite. I am old and have been wandering around outside for a few days. I am already tired, so it's a good time for me to come back and rest." Pu Songling said, picked up the fork, picked up a piece of cake and put it into his mouth.

"Qingqing, I discussed with Mr. Pu last night that I would come back to give you a surprise. Besides, today is your 18th birthday ceremony, how can I be perfunctory? I even prepared a gift for you."

At this time, Daji and three boys brought several boxes and opened them one by one.

"Qingqing, this is a high-end dress for you. You are so beautiful, how can you not have nice clothes?"

“This is colorful Yunnan jade.”

"This is a limited edition Swarovski bracelet."

……

Looking at the exquisite gifts in front of her, He Shuangqing covered her face and started crying.

"Thank you, Sister Su, thank you, Sister Daji and brothers, thank you, Mr. Pu. No one has ever been so kind to me." "Qingqing, don't cry. Today is a happy day." Su Jiahe hugged He Shuangqing.

"Miss He, may I ask what year you were born?" Pu Songling asked.

"The fifty-fourth year of the Kangxi reign."

"Oh, that's not far from me. I wonder if I'll have the chance to meet the girl after I return."

"Mr. Pu, please take care of yourself. I hope you can meet your lover."

Su Jiahe knew that in history, Pu Songling died in the year He Shuangqing was born, but he did not tell the truth.

Perhaps, with this belief, Pu Songling could have lived a few more years.

Everyone celebrated He Shuangqing's birthday with great enthusiasm before returning to their rooms to sleep. The next day, Pu Songling slept until noon before getting up leisurely.

"Alas, I have to admit that I'm getting old. I'm so tired after just a few days of going out."

"Mr. Pu, there are still two days left. I'll take you around the area."

"No, no. I'll just read some more books and enjoy a couple of days of peace and quiet." Pu Songling put on his clothes, strolled around the yard, and returned to the living room. He leaned on the sofa and continued reading online.

"Mr. Pu, didn't you say that no matter how things change, they still remain essentially the same? Why are you still watching?" Su Jiahe joked.

"You know what? These past few days, I've discovered several extraordinary books. The ideas and plots in them are something I've never seen before."

"What book is it? Can you recommend it to me?" Su Jiahe immediately came over, wanting to know what the book was that even Pu Songling was amazed.

"There is a book. Although the title is strange, it is well-organized and fascinating. I remember the beginning is about nine people who were locked in a house and a man with a sheep's head gave them questions." Pu Songling said as he recalled.

"Are you talking about "The End of Ten Days"? " Su Jiahe knew the title of the book immediately.

"Yes, that's it." Pu Songling nodded. "This book is quite fantastic, but the writing is complicated and a little hard to understand. Miss Su, can you tell me about it?"

"I have read this book, but I don't quite understand it. I can only say that it is a magical book." Su Jiahe said somewhat embarrassedly.

"There's another book. The protagonist seems to be a madman. He was accepted as a disciple by an evil sect. Later, in order to save his junior sister, he schemed to kill the evil sect. What's the name..."

"A strange immortal?" Su Jiahe blurted out.

"Yes, that's the name. Why are all the book titles in later generations so weird?" Pu Songling patted his head. "This book really describes ghosts and gods perfectly, but it's really terrifying to read. After reading a few chapters, I feel like I'm going crazy."

"Yeah, I had the same feeling when I was reading. Now I don't dare to read anymore." Su Jiahe agreed.

"There's another book that a lot of people are reading. It's about a woman who uses a vase to communicate with an ancient general and helps him escape danger. It's quite novel; I never thought I could write in this way."

"I've read this book too. It seems to be called 'During the Famine, I Pampered the Ancient General.'" Su Jiahe said.

"It seems Miss Su has read a lot."

"They're all online articles, just for fun. Let me read a serious book, I'll fall asleep in no time."

"That's not what I mean. What is a serious book? Is the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio that I wrote a serious book?" Pu Songling's expression became serious.

"That's not what I meant." Su Jiahe waved his hand quickly.

It’s over. I hope Pu Songling won’t be angry now.