Goddess of Art Transformation Project

Chapter 336

Even the distinction between good and evil has its own standards in people's hearts, and it is not fixed, let alone a character image in a novel.

Thinking of this, Chu Ci couldn't help but shook his head again, and if the master said that he didn't know this person, it could only show that his knowledge was shallow.

The birthday banquet hosted by Mr. Bai Hongru as a leading master in the literary circle, how can these literati invited be ordinary? At the meeting, but these literati at the essay meeting can almost be called half of the Huaguo literary circle.

What's more, the pursuit of learning has always been not to be famous in the world, but to cultivate one's morality. The great talents of the ancients, like Zhuge, did not seek to be known to the princes, and learning has always been specialized in skills. Even Master Bai Hongru only In the line of poetry, it can be called No.1.

Wen Yi Dao Ji, Poetry, Bai Hongru dare to be called one of them, then other ways also have their own sages, only the contention of a hundred schools of thought in literature can match this prosperous world.

Chu Ci was walking when he suddenly heard an old and kind voice.

"Girl, come and sit for a while and have some tea."

Chu Ci was thinking about something with his head down, when he heard this voice, he raised his head and met a bright gaze.

Looking towards the gaze, what catches the eye is profundity and breadth.

"Okay, let's bother the three old people then."

The old man who spoke just now picked up the crutch leaning against the table and wanted to stand up to help Chu Ci open the chair at the corner of the table.

Chu Ci hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man who was about to get up and said, "Grandma, sit down! This junior can do it himself."

Chu Ci helped the old man to sit down, bowed to the other two old men on the table, and then pulled out the chair to sit on it. Now the four corners of this small table are complete.

The old man sitting opposite Chu Ci said: "Girl, have a sip of tea. This tea is not from old man Bai, I brought it myself."

After finishing speaking, the old man stretched out his hand to grab the teapot to help Chu Ci pour tea, but he tried to get up but couldn't get up, he couldn't help sighing a little: "It's really old!"

Chu Ci hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold the teapot and said, "Grandma, let me come!"

Chu Ci took the teapot and found that there was not much tea in the teapot, so he picked up the hot water pot placed on the ground and refilled the teapot with water.

As soon as Chuci opened the tea cover, he could smell the aroma of pine branches. Chuci felt as if he was in a pine forest, and his mind became clear in an instant.

"For the grass, it is orchid, and for the wood, it is pine. The orchid autumn fragrance is far away, and the pine cold does not change. The aroma of this pine branch is really clear. I did not expect to drink this refreshing pine needle tea in this cool autumn. The junior is really lucky!"

After all, Chu Ci helped the three old men fill up the teacups in the order of southeast and northwest, and finally poured half a cup for himself.

After hearing what Chu Ci said just now, the eyes of the three old men lit up, and they couldn't help sighing secretly in their hearts, it's a good thing that Song Han doesn't change his appearance, this junior is interesting

And the old man who said he was old before laughed, and said: "You girl is really a wonderful person!"

Being old is like being in the middle of winter. This sentence Hansong does not change its face is ostensibly referring to the pine needle tea in the teacup, but it is saying that I am like a pine branch, and I will not change my youthful demeanor even when I am old.

If it was praised by ordinary people, the old man wouldn't feel that much, and even felt bored, but being praised by Chu Ci in such a poetic way, the old man couldn't help but feel relieved.

When the three old men were chatting before, they saw Chu Ci thinking quietly. When listening to others, sometimes they would show thinking, and sometimes they would smile. Although they didn't know who Chu Ci was, they were so open-minded and studious. There are not many people, and since I saw them, I couldn't help calling out to sit and sit together.

Furthermore, these three old men are all women, thanks to the fact that Chu Ci is also a woman, otherwise, even if a man is modest and eager to learn, these three old men would definitely not invite them.

After Chu Ci sat down, the three old men ignored Chu Ci and started chatting on their own, while Chu Ci sat quietly beside him, listening to the conversation of the three old men.

There are pens, wood, paper and inkstones on the table, and one of the old men is writing something on the paper with a brush. Although the old man’s hands are trembling, the words he writes are extremely stable. Every stroke is like a literati The spine that has been precipitated by the years.

After a while, the old man put the paper in the middle of the table after finishing writing. The writing just now obviously took a lot of effort from the old man, but now he is a little sluggish after finishing writing.

Writing calligraphy is always exhausting. The old man took a sip of the pine needle tea on his hand and said, "I can't stand a single word, alas!"

Chu Ci stood up to help the old man refill his tea, but he didn’t say anything at this meeting. As time goes by, birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws in themselves, and getting old is inevitable, just like the three old men in front of us. Although these three old men His face was deeply sunken by the years, but his appearance revealed the elegance and elegance of a female literati from the inside to the outside.

This may be the best treatment when the years are getting old, aging gracefully.

When Chu Ci got up just now, he also saw the poem written on the rice paper.

[The silver bed patters the green Wulao, and the autumn grasshopper sweeps the powder. ?
There are even money in the incense picking line, but why can't I say anything when I pick up Cuiqiao. ?
An inch of lovesickness in the corridor, the falling moon becomes a solitary leaning?
The backlight and the moon are shaded by flowers, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart. 】

Looking at this poem, Chu Ci felt that this poem alone was a bit sad. They all said that autumn is sad. Although there is no mention of autumn in this poem, there are autumn scenes between the lines. This sentence is Qingwu old. How much helplessness is exhausted.

When a hero is late, even if he is ambitious, there is nothing he can do.

The two old men next to him read this poem and sighed: "Lao Fang, it's been ten years, why can't I let it go!"

"Old Fang, there are two old sisters with you! Just let go of what needs to be put down!"

Just finished writing the poem, the old man closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, "It's been ten years and I haven't forgotten it, how could I still let it go? Lao Yu left early, and I am the only thing Lao Yu has besides this old teapot Relic."

After speaking, the old man stroked the teapot on the table with a look of happiness in memory. Although the teapot was just an ordinary pottery pot, the surface of the pottery pot was already shiny. It was obvious that the teapot was always buried in his hands on weekdays. caressing.

At this time, one of the old men stood up tremblingly and said, "After drinking this full of tea, let's say goodbye for a while."

The other two old men also stood up and said, "Let's go, let's go together."

And before that, the old man who had just finished writing the poem and was stroking the teapot said to Chu Ci, "Girl, help us three old things to watch, we will be back in a while! Trouble girl."

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(End of this chapter)