Goddess of Art Transformation Project

Chapter 360

Bai Lao put the peaceful green color in Chu Ci's hand, and said, "Since you gave me the longevity of pines and cypresses, I hope you can remember the integrity of pines and cypresses in the future."

Wu Changhe on the side almost jumped up from his seat when he heard Bai Hongru's words. A seal is a reflection of a literati's identity, and it is also a kind of imprint.

Bai Lao's seal Wu Changhe knew that it was a piece of imperial green floating flower jadeite, engraved with the scene of white snow and falling pine. That seal was made by Master Bai Hongru in his early years. Master Bai Hongru not only said that he wanted to change the seal, but even gave his own seal of snow and pine to the girl in front of him. If this news gets out, the entire literary circle will probably be shaken.

Bai Lao turned this congratulatory gift into an exchange of seals, which shows how much Master Bai Hongru should appreciate and listen to this girl. Although the emerald color in the moonstone is hard to see, the emperor green jadeite is infinitely more precious than this moonstone. , not to mention the famous species of goose feather floating flowers in imperial green, the whiteness of goose feather floating flowers, and the green crispness of Hansong emperor, the combination of the two forms a seal, and it was actually sent out.

Wu Changhe was envious and surprised at the same time, and for a moment didn't know what he was thinking.

Chu Ci lowered his eyebrows and looked at the seal of Bai Xueluo in his hand, and suddenly clenched his fist tightly, holding this seal tightly in his hand, which was considered to have accepted Bai Hongru's praise and expectation,
Chu Ci feels that literature may be the same as music, and the most important thing is inheritance.

At this moment, Chu Ci seemed to understand what the word "teacher" really meant, was it preaching to the world?Or do you care about yourself?
neither!The teacher's "meaning" is also the "meaning", what is the transmission?

Life is alive, if the experience of life is full of snow, then time is as tireless as a lonely bird, time is like a lonely bird walking on the snow of life, it will always imprint the toes of the years.

I don't know what life is like everywhere, it should be Feihong stepping on the slush.Fingers and claws are occasionally left on the mud, which is what Hongfei counted.

For this life bestowed by God, a life that does not expect to have an afterlife, Chu Ci imagines that Feihong is walking on slush. They all say that life is like chess, and you have no regrets when you make a move. But Chu Ci does not want to be a chess player, but a wise man who plays chess , what cares is not whether the pawn will not regret it, but where the pawn should be.

Suddenly footsteps came from the place where the banquet hall connected to this room.

Chu Ci looked up and saw that it was the old man who was writing at the literary meeting before, but the old man was holding the porcelain pot that Chu Ci had saved from being scalded before.

Seeing the people walking in, Mr. Han was suddenly displeased and said, "Old lady Fang, you chased this old man out from behind, why did you chase me out? Could it be that after listening to those sour voices reading poems, you think this old man reads well? "

But the old lady known as Fang did not answer Mr. Han's words, but went to Chu Ci's side and took the teapot in his hand to help Chu Ci refill the teacup, and then said.

"Little girl, thank you for protecting this porcelain pot, try it, this is my newly brewed pine needle tea!"

Hearing the old man's words, Chu Ci suddenly felt that the eye sockets were a little moist. This kind of moistness came very quickly and was not under Chu Ci's control. Chu Ci solemnly picked up the teacup, and solemnly drank the tea in the cup. .

The aroma of pine needles mixed with pine nuts seems to contain the essence of the whole pine tree, but Chu Ci didn't care about it, nor did he taste it, because the taste of the tea is not important at this time, the tea contained in the teacup is full of gratitude. Solemn, so holy, it made Chu Ci ashamed.

The teapot that the old man regards as life is his life. Use it to make a cup of tea and pour it to Chuci. This is the old man's most reverent thanks.

Although this teapot may seem insignificant to some people, this insignificant thing is incomparably valuable to the old man.

Seeing Chu Ci drinking tea, the old man said suddenly: "It's autumn now, so I'm drinking pine needle tea. When winter comes, I'll invite you to drink snow brewed tea from this porcelain pot."

The old man's tone was flat, but his eyes were fixed on Chu Ci, nothing else, and he was still rubbing the porcelain pot in his hand while looking at Chu Ci.

This autumn passed very quickly, and it didn't take long to enter the early autumn. I didn't know when it might be late autumn. After late autumn, winter is coming. If it is said that spring to summer is the shortest season cycle.

Even the rain does not know the end of spring, only when it is sunny can I feel the depth of summer.If it is said that the change of spring and summer is not easy to detect.From autumn to winter, you will not be able to grasp it even if you realize it.

High clouds and cool autumn hide the clear sky, thin snow and cold frost fall in winter, and it may be winter soon after it snows in the sky.

Seeing Grandma Fang lovingly caressing the porcelain pot, this porcelain pot is an old-fashioned rough porcelain teapot, but the rough porcelain on the surface is a little shiny after being rubbed, Grandma Fang is holding the porcelain pot carefully as if holding What a rare treasure, Chu Ci couldn't help sighing while being sentimental, what is hidden in this caress is the yearning that does not distinguish between day and night.

After the autumn wind is cold and the river is snowing, the poor beauty of the year, Chunhua, is exchanged for a silver butterfly. All this is just a fleeting love parting.

[Who is missed in the red dust.

Spending time is not wasted.

Leaf whirling spring water bleak with the autumn wind.

There were too many words in those days when people were empty and thin.

How dare to listen to it several times and several times. 】

"Thinking of the king is like running water. When you are poor, you have to take care of yourself, Grandma Fang!" Chu Ci couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he saw the thoughts hidden under the calm face of the old man in front of him, but even if he felt distressed, some words could only reach his throat. I can swallow it, because although some words are well-intentioned, it is better not to say them.

This Grandma Fang came here specially to thank Chu Ci for protecting the porcelain pot. After thanking Chuci, she left without waiting. The hand of the porcelain pot is as steady as Mount Tai, because the things in this hand are worthless to others, but to this old man, they are heavier than all mountains and five moons combined.

Unknowingly, it was almost noon, and the sun was hanging high in the middle of the sky, but the heat it emitted was not as good as the coolness carried away by the wind, but even so, the light shining on people made people feel warm.

"Let's go, it's almost time, old bookmaker, I'm afraid it's unreasonable for you, a birthday star, not to go to the birthday banquet hall."

Elder Zong stood up from his seat.

Bai Hongru had a very happy conversation in the previous conversation, and he obviously forgot the time. It was only after hearing Zong Lao's reminder that it was almost noon, and Bai Hongru also stood up.

"Let's go, let's go together, little girl, follow the old man and I go in, you give the old man this gift, the old man I really like it!"

Chu Ci also stood up when he heard Bai Hongru's words, and said, "Old Bai, Elder Zong, Elder Han, and Elder Wu, you go in first! This junior wants to wash his hands."

　Emmm, tomorrow's chapter Chu Ci met my mother and made a preview. Recently, many people have urged the plot, and it will arrive tomorrow. There have been more comments recently, with good and bad comments, but I accept both good and bad, and I am still improving. This is the first time I write a book, I will slowly improve, please continue to support me, thank you all.

　　In fact, what I wrote recently I think is quite good, la la la la, although the plot is slow, I think there is something, don’t you think so?

　　(Tsundere will improve in the future~~~~ Good night everyone.)
　　
　
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