Goddess of Art Transformation Project

Chapter 332 Short Hair Girls
Chu Ci was walking on the road wearing a plain brocade cloak. A gust of wind blew away Chu Ci's hair, but it was not messy at all, and it was draped softly on his shoulders.

Her hair was pitch-black, comparable to the finest ink color, and it was particularly striking when she fell on the plain brocade cloak. The red lips and black hair, coupled with the cloak worn by this female literati, made Chu Ci unknowingly have an ancient feeling.

It's like an elegant scholar who escaped from the moonlight thousands of years ago, but Chu Ci's attire at this time, although quite ingenious at the literary meeting of the old man Bai Hongru, does not appear to be the slightest abrupt.

The side courtyard of the Bai family is very spacious, with a small attic, antique, with two floors suspended, it occupies a third of the yard, but the side of the small attic is accessible, and it is built in the style of a small attic, but In terms of use, it is more like a pavilion.

The design of this side courtyard of the Bai family can be regarded as original and ingenious. It is not an antique, but real. The things inside are all authentic old objects.

A string of red lanterns is hung on the corners of the eaves on several sides of the attic. When the wind blows, the red lanterns will also flutter with the wind.

Although this is only a cultural meeting, not a birthday banquet, but for Mr. Bai Hongru's 80th birthday, hanging red lanterns adds to the festivities.

Although there is no door in the small attic, there is a long plaque on the pillars at the four corners of the southeast, north and south.

"Third watch lights and five watch chickens."

"It's when the boy is studying."

"Black hair doesn't know how to study hard."

"Bai Shoufang regrets studying late."

The poem consists of four sentences, one sentence and one corner, carved on the long plaque.

Just looking at the words carved on this long plaque, the golden hook and iron painting, and the sense of agility brought about by the intertwined blades, you know that this is the work of everyone. I don’t know how many years it has been exposed to the wind and sun. Nothing damaged.

Chu Ci looked at the long plaque. Although he praised the poems on the plaque, the poems were simple and easy to understand, but they expressed Mr. Bai Hongru's attitude towards learning in a way of persuasion. get.

If the word "hard work" can be integrated, if you start learning, even if you are not talented, you can still achieve something.

The poem is a good poem, and the meaning is good, but Chu Ci doesn't like the phrase "It's when a man is studying."

Men can make meritorious deeds by studying, and it is naturally useful to obtain fame, but daughters can also learn to be sensible and self-cultivating by studying.

You can understand the truth by reading. Isn't it impossible for a daughter to be masculine when studying at home?

This poem is really serious and patriarchal, but the attitude of persuading students can really make people think deeply.

"The scroll is as affectionate as an old friend, every morning and evening is sad and happy, and every blind date. There are [-] characters in front of my eyes, and there is no dust on my chest."

My experience in reading Chu Ci is that besides being diligent, there is also love. Otherwise, the book will be boring to read, and the mind will become impetuous. Reading the book well will cultivate a temper.

It was not too early for Chu Ci to come. At this time, there were already many people in the side courtyard. Most of them were old men with white beard and hair, or middle-aged men in long gowns. They all looked like scholars. There were very few women here. However, the old women in the distance were wearing similar cloaks to Chu Ci, but the color was quite dark, as if they were appreciating a poem.

Chu Ci stood where he was, and the uneducated old man and the middle-aged man stepped forward to talk. Presumably, they thought Chu Ci was someone who received the third type of invitation to watch the fun.

Chu Ci didn't care, he didn't go into the small attic, there were many yellow wood tables in the side yard, and there were "Eight Models of Wenxuan" on the tables, which also followed the ancient literati's rules of receiving guests.

However, Chu Ci didn't touch the meaning of "Wenxuan's Eight Great Samples". Chu Ci was already full of the pancakes made by Yunxi in the morning.

From time to time, a few impromptu poems came from the small attic in the distance. This courtyard seemed to divide the whole world into two. The paradise of poetry is also interesting.

At this time, Chu Ci was sitting there bored and lazy, but a girl with short hair was sitting next to her. She was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and she was about the same size as Chu Ci, but the aura on her body made Chu Ci feel similar to Yang Mingkai. Lin Yuan felt very similar to him, it seems that this girl should have lived in the army a lot.

Chu Ci seldom found this kind of fortitude in girls. He was wearing simple jeans and a white T-shirt, and the clothes were simple and plain, but when he sat there, his back was straight and straight, with a kind of imposing manner.

Although the short-haired girl was sitting next to Chu Ci, it was a coincidence that she didn't intend to talk to Chu Ci.

Seeing the girl sitting beside him, Chu Ci saw that there was nothing wrong with him, and he was looking at the short-haired girl in front of him and then at one of the plaques on the attic, so he smiled lightly, opened his mouth and said: "Girl Like this sentence Bai Shoufang regrets studying late?"

The short-haired girl sitting next to Chu Ci didn't expect someone to take the initiative to talk to her, but when she heard Chu Ci's question, the short-haired girl hesitated and said: "I like this poem very much, but I don't like it. sentence."

The short-haired girl's voice is a little hoarse and neutral, but her voice is extremely pleasant, but she is a little cold when she speaks. It can be seen that this girl is not a talkative person, and she probably hasn't said a few words since early in the morning. Otherwise, the voice would never be so cold.

When Chu Ci heard the short-haired girl's words, the smile on the corner of his mouth became wider.

"The girl and I thought about going together. The idea of ​​persuading students in this poem is good, but it's a bit biased to only persuade men."

The short-haired girl nodded, and then turned her gaze to Chu Ci. She cast a glance at Chu Ci and saw that Chu Ci was wearing a plain brocade cloak, looking like a scribe, and asked, "Didn't you come to see the excitement?"

Chu Ci was taken aback, a little confused about what the short-haired girl meant, but he didn't delve into it.

"I'm here to celebrate my birthday, so I'm also here to watch the fun at this essay meeting."

Chu Ci didn't have the idea of ​​showing off his skills at the literary conference and making a blockbuster. Chu Ci came today purely to celebrate Mr. Bai Hongru's birthday, and it can be regarded as an expression of admiration for Mr. Bai Hongru.

The short-haired girl heard Chu Ci say that she was also here to watch the excitement, so she turned her face to look at Chu Ci carefully, but this look made the short-haired girl a little strange.

At this moment, she didn't feel that there was a person sitting here. She didn't realize until the person beside her made a sound. Logically speaking, such a person should have a very low sense of existence, but when she looked carefully, she felt that the person in front of her was like a bright pearl. , the other things in this courtyard have become a foil instead.

The short-haired girl is straightforward, and since she found it strange, she looked at Chu Ci more carefully, but Chu Ci frowned slightly.

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