"I don't know if Chu Jin Xiaoyou, can I write a pair of words for you this poem, it's really itchy to smell this poem, I hope Xiaoyou will be fulfilled!"

Yang Zongze clasped his hands and said to An Ran bending down slightly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because of An Ran's poem, it can be said that the old man looked at her differently, originally it was just a word called her, but now even the word Xiaoyou is used, and the comparison before and after is enough to see the clues.

The old man's attitude is understandable, and he is not a so-called utilitarian treatment, just because of a poem by Enron.

After An Ran dodged away, he smiled helplessly and then said to Yang Zongze: "Master Yang, why not, please!"

"Haha, then thank you Chu Jin!"

Yang Zongze laughed heartily, and then beckoned the waiter next to him to ask her to help get a piece of paper and pen and ink, and the waiter naturally nodded yes, because poetry is still very popular in this world, there will generally be pen, ink, paper and inkstone like this kind of teahouse.

An Ran sat on the side and looked at the old man Yang who was so happy, she shook her head slightly, just now she looked sad about the decline of martial arts, how did she know that now she was actually excited to write poems.

After a while, the waiter came over with a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and there were a few old men behind the waiter, and when Yang Zongze saw those old men, he stood up in some surprise and said, "Why are you old guys here? ”

"Haha, Brother Yang, I was discussing poetry upstairs with Brother Fang and a few of them, and I happened to see this waiter go up and get a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and asked casually, who knew that it was actually Brother Yang! Look at your masterpieces. One of the emaciated old men said with a smile.

Yang Zongze laughed when he heard this, and then said to the old men: "This time the poem was not written by me, and I don't think I can write such a good poem!"

"Oh, which genius wrote a poem, and was able to get Brother Yang to personally dedicate the ink treasure?"

"I don't think you can guess, of course, I'm not the kind of person who sells Guanzi, this An Ran, An Chujin girl is what you call a great talent. ”

Yang Zongze said, and pointed to An Ran, who had been there next to him but had not been noticed by several old men, and with Yang Zongze's instructions, several old men looked around and saw An Ran, who was sitting on the side very beautifully.

An Ran saw that several old men immediately stood up and bowed slightly to them to say hello, and several old men were a little surprised to see such a young and beautiful girl, but they still nodded towards An Ran out of good upbringing.

Looking at the surprised appearance of several old men, Yang Zongze stroked his beard, and then said to them with a smile: "Although Chu Jin Xiaoyou is young, but people have real talents and real learning, don't you believe in my character Yang someone?"

"No, no, I naturally believe it, so I don't know if Brother Yang can let me wait to see this Chu Jin girl's masterpiece next. ”

Although several old men said this, their faces were still full of disbelief, and for them, they really didn't believe that An Ran could write anything that made Yang Zongze can't help but offer Mobao's poems.

They would rather believe that An Ran is someone from Yang Zongze, and then Yang Zongze wants to please An Ran to do so, after all, an old man, a young beautiful girl, always feels a little strange.

But they are just joking, after all, they are also familiar with Yang Zongze, so they naturally know what Yang Zongze's character is.

It can be said that Yang Zongze usually hates those things the most, how can he slap himself in the face in front of them now, and he didn't hear what happened to this old man that caused him to be insane.

So, did this little girl named An Chujin really make a poem that even Yang Zongze was moved by?

They watched intently as Yang Zongze took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from the waiter, and then spread the high-quality paper on the solid wood table, and An Ran, who was sitting on the side, also stepped forward to help him sharpen the ink.

Grinding ink is not new to An Ran, her grandfather is also a person who likes literature, and occasionally writes poems and paints, at this time An Ran was pulled by the old man to the study as a coolie to grind ink.

Although ink is already readily available in modern society, people who actually write articles and poems still prefer to sharpen ink, because the effect is always different.

The words written by really good Mobao are fragrant, and they also change with the depth of the writer.

After a while, the ink grinded out.

Yang Zongze brushed the brush, and then gently rolled it in the ink a few times, and then Yang Zongze picked up the brush and stood in front of the table intently, thinking about how to write.

At this time, Yang Zongze's temperament was completely different from what An Ran saw just now, as if he had changed a person, and An Ran secretly smacked his tongue when he saw it, could he still meet any big people when he came out to drink tea?

This kind of temperament is very similar to the temperament exuded by some big people she has seen in her impression, a temperament that is difficult for ordinary people to form.

At this time, because Yang Zongze wanted to write poetry, it also alarmed other guests, in this world, poetry is very popular even for ordinary people, and a powerful poet or lyricist gets more attention than those so-called big stars.

In addition to the members of the royal family, the highest attention in this world Weibo is a poetry master, and they are still very young, only thirty-four years old, but the other party's poetry attainments are very powerful, so they are cited as countless idols, and the sales of a poetry collection will reach millions, which can be said to make a lot of celebrities envious and jealous.

So knowing that someone was going to compose a poem, some of the guests who were close to him also came to watch, and when they saw that it was Yang Zongze, their faces showed surprised expressions.

An Ran, who noticed this scene, was a little puzzled in her heart, could it be that Old Man Yang Zongze was really a powerful character? And she was the only one who didn't know?

At this time, Yang Zongze gathered the long sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, and then, holding a brush in his right hand, lightly touched the white paper.

Then, Yang Zongze began to write on the white paper with a brush, and several old men standing next to him read out the poems he wrote while admiring Yang Zongze's brush words that even An Ran found pleasing to the eye.

"Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, and they are no longer fresh?"

In the first two sentences, several old people and even some onlookers frowned, these are very simple two lines of poetry, that is, simple and ordinary, and there is nothing remarkable.

Could it be that what they think is true?

How many old men looked at each other?