Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 295 Tea is like life

"Hmph, it's still playing hard to get. Grandpa invites you and you go. What, you're just a layman." Hu Xiaobing originally thought that Li Yun would use some random reason to refuse.

Li Yun smiled without saying a word, and just told Hu Sheng with a look of please.

Hu Sheng held his crutches and let Hu Xiaobing help him to go out. As soon as he went out, he saw a black Mercedes-Benz car parked at the door. It was particularly shiny under the reflection of the sun. The driver had already been waiting for a long time, and he was wearing black-rimmed sunglasses. The young man, still wearing white gloves, looked like a thief.

"Please, Daoist." Hu Sheng smiled slightly.

Li Yun was also unambiguous, and got into the Mercedes-Benz.

The small villa in the middle of the mountain has an elegant scenery. After arriving at Hu Sheng's home, I realized that it is not as exaggerated as I imagined. Although the land is expensive, the house looks like an ordinary self-built small villa. The highlight is that the backyard is backed by half The empty mountain wall looks very safe, and it is easy to go up the mountain, not too high. You can also overlook the scenery below the mountain, and you will feel proud and magnificent.

From the perspective of value alone, it is estimated to be a little cheaper than the houses on the fifth ring road of the capital.
The house is also very quiet. From the outside, it seems that there is no one there—there is no one at all. There is no scene of servants all over the ground in Li Yun's imagination. Compared with ordinary small farmyards, the yard is less A few chickens, ducks and dogs, just a few more small trees.

As soon as he entered the door, Li Yun felt what a "rich cultural person" is. Calligraphy and paintings are hung everywhere. For ordinary people, putting calligraphy and painting together will give people a feeling of nouveau riche, but this room is Different, calligraphy and paintings of different styles are placed together, giving people a feeling that these calligraphy and paintings should be placed like this.

Real artists, collectors, are completely different from those out there who collect just for the sake of collecting.

"The layman has good taste," Li Yun said with a smile.

"Haha, let me let you go, these are the calligraphy and paintings that I have collected for most of my life." Hu Sheng said the words of letting go, but his face was full of pride, and he said with a smile: "These calligraphy and paintings have real masters. Yes, there are also unknown people. Some of them are worth tens of thousands of dollars, and some of them are not necessarily wanted by others. In the current art world of calligraphy and painting, the value of calligraphy and painting is determined by fame. Very few people I can appreciate the true value of calligraphy and painting.”

"Damn, my grandpa is famous. Even if it is a name, just find someone to write some vulgar, invisible and godless characters, and they will be regarded as masterpieces. This is fame, and this is the so-called art." Hu Xiaobing snorted He snorted, and laughed at this rule, but then looked at Li Yundao: "If your handwriting is used for 'appreciation', it will definitely be judged as worthless. From the physical point of view, it is not worthless. Miss wrote well when she was in primary school, hum"

Hu Xiaobing seemed to be mocking, but in fact, the implication was that not many people could tell if Li Yun's handwriting was good.
"Anyway, Pindao's characters are just written for fun. Whether other people can identify it or not, it really has nothing to do with Pindao." Li Yun shook his head and said.

Hu Xiaobing stared at Li Yun's eyes with a look of scrutiny, and said silently: "Do you really have no pursuit of fame and wealth? You must know that people live in this world, don't you just want fame and fortune? You really don't want anything. Don't care?"

"It's too tiring to live for fame and fortune." Li Yun said lightly.

Hu Xiaobing didn't understand, Hu Sheng smiled, made a pot of tea from the kitchen with his own hands, and brought out a pot of small fragrant tea. Judging from the taste, this pot of tea is just ordinary chrysanthemum tea, a little The fragrance is a bit sweet.

"Little Daoist, please."

"Thank you." Li Yun took the tea and drank the tea. The tea was neither hot nor cold, the temperature was just right, and the sweetness was moderate. It gave people the feeling that the tea should be at this temperature and taste, no matter how much One point, one point less will destroy its taste.
Hu Sheng is also good at blending tea. Li Yun thinks that there is no one who can blend the taste of chrysanthemum tea.

"How is it? Have you drunk it? Grandpa brewed the tea himself. My grandpa also has a lot of achievements in the tea ceremony." Hu Xiaobing said proudly.

"Xiao Daoist, what flavor can you drink?" Hu Sheng smiled.

"Sweet, bitter, and proud." Li Yun gently put the teacup on the coffee table, and said lightly: "A child is like a person, and tea is like a life. Layman, your life is sweet, bitter, and proud, which accounts for the most. The most important ones are [Bitterness] and [Arrogance]. Presumably, this is also the reason why you love the tea ceremony, Layman, is the poor Taoist right?"

Hu Sheng was speechless and clapped his hands.

"Hahaha, the little Daoist is indeed a great talent. He can understand the old man's life with a sip of tea. Yes, my life is invincible and lonely."

Hu Sheng raised his head with a look of pride. In his eyes, apart from the color called joy, there was also an arrogant arrogance. Under the gentle appearance, he never put anything in his eyes.

There is no intention of looking down on others, it is purely arrogance from the heart.

"The tea ceremony transforms the bitter taste into sweetness and sweetness. It's a pity that you, layman, have not realized your life and carried your pride to the end. You have never recognized the word of the poor, and you want to accept the poor as a disciple." , because of what you are really afraid of," Li Yun said with a slight smile.

Hu Sheng didn't hesitate, and nodded honestly. He approved of Li Yun's calligraphy, but it didn't mean that he approved of this calligraphy. As Hu Xiaobing said, there is spirit and form, and the combination of the two is the real calligraphy. As for what he was really afraid of, he didn't think he had anything to fear.

Li Yun looked at Hu Sheng with the biggest words on top of his head, wild grass flying like dragons and phoenixes, arrogant and awe-inspiring, looking down on everything, reflecting his attitude towards life.

"Xiaobing, show off to our trail leader." Hu Sheng looked at Hu Xiaobing with a smile on his face.

"Cut, I don't want others to see calligraphy and painting for nothing, hmph" Hu Xiaobing snorted, saying that she was unwilling, but she still listened to Hu Sheng's words very much, and went to the study to bring paper, ink, brush and inkstone.

The four treasures of the study are comprehensive.

Inkstones, ink sticks, and water droplets are all of the best quality.

Li Yun didn't say much, but just watched Hu Xiaobing calmly.

Grind the ink by yourself, lay the rice paper flat by yourself, everything is done by yourself, and made on-site
Full of energy, Hu Xiaobing slowly opened his eyes and wrote on the rice paper.

【the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero. 】

[Success or failure, turn your head empty. 】

【Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns. 】

[White-haired fisherman and woodcutter on Jiangzhu, used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. 】

[A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. 】

[How many things in ancient and modern times are all jokes. 】

(End of this chapter)