The summer afternoon sun leaves a shadow through the half-open windows, and the breeze blows to make the room feel refreshed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is the former Han family teahouse, after Father Han and Han Xing'er father and daughter left, the Tian family followed suit, and it has changed to a new owner.

The pattern has not changed much, and most of the original juniors are still there, which makes Su Mo sit here at the moment, and suddenly there is a feeling that something is wrong.

Around a small table, Su Mo, Tang Bohu, and Xu Li sat in groups, with a plate of dried fruits such as melon seeds and peanuts on the table, and a pot of good melon slices.

Picked up the cup and took a sip gently, feeling a stream of warm water running down his throat, leaving a mouth full of fragrance, Su Mo tasted it for a while, and then let out a long breath. This tea is much stronger than Gao Mo'er that day. However, for some reason, he always felt as if something was missing inside.

"This ......" Xu Li fiddled with a freshly made Su pen in his hand, his eyes full of surprise.

The pen is a pure wooden shaft, and the whole body is about one-third shorter than the commonly used brush. At this moment, there are six boxes lined up on the table, one in each box.

The box is made of fine sandalwood, and the surface is carved with patterns such as landscapes, flowers, and bamboos. Lined with the red brocade in the box, it makes people look pleasing to the eye.

"How can this be used? I'm afraid it can't be used in ordinary ways. Xu Li paused, then looked up at Su Mo and Tang Bohu.

Tang Bohu quietly, pulled one of the pencil cases engraved with bamboo on the surface of the box in front of him, and held it, his eyes glanced at Su Mo, and said, "He made it, ask him." ”

Su Mo glared at him angrily. It took more than two hours of hard work to finally produce six Su pens, but one was snatched away by this guy in a way that was almost forcible to grab. That one was engraved with a bamboo pattern on the surface of the box, and the poems carved on it were also the poem "Bamboo and Stone" written by Su Mo at that time.

There is one less than six pens, but fortunately, Mao Ji and the others are only four, even if Kong Hongxu's son Kong Wenshao is also five, the remaining number in front of him is just right.

It was Su Mo who felt very unhappy, and he wanted to leave one for Old Master Zhao. Now it seems that we have to do it again. It just so happened that the owner of the pen shop also proposed to undertake the business of making this kind of Su pen, and with this first batch of production, it will not take much trouble.

What Su Mo regrets is only the reputation of this first batch.

"This is called Su Bi!" Hearing Xu Li ask at this moment, Su Mo solemnly typed out his name first.

"This kind of pen also has a name, called a hard pen, so no matter in terms of use or font, there is a specific set of patterns, which is different from the brush used in ordinary places. Well, I had to write a few words casually, in the ...... Brother Bohu, take it out and show it to Brother Xu. Su Mo seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned his head to Tang Bohu and said.

Tang Bohu's hand holding the tea cup shook, and he secretly cursed in his stomach, then put down the cup, reluctantly took out the "Bamboo and Stone" from his arms, and carefully handed it to Xu Li, while saying: "Be careful, don't get wet." ”

Xu Li raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, and reached out to take it. When he looked at it, a flash of surprise flashed across his face.

This kind of hard-pen calligraphy lacks the ethereal feeling of the brush, but it has a little more sharpness and strength. Coupled with the poem "Bamboo and Stone", it complements each other and gives people a great impact and shock.

"Good, good, good poetry, good penmanship!" he muttered "Bamboo and Stone" again, and couldn't help but admire.

"Occasional gains, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning. Su Mo smiled toothlessly, his mouth was modest, but the smugness on his face couldn't be concealed. No, it's just undisguised, it's almost shouting: praise me, praise me loudly.

Tang Bohu's face turned red, and he felt ashamed, so he had to pretend to bow his head and drink tea. Xu Li looked at Su Mo with a smile, and there was a sense of understanding in his eyes.

"Xiang Wenwu Qing Su is a great talent, can be good at poetry and painting, make guitars, innovate songs, and fill in words. Yiyun "Linjiang Immortal" is sung all over the country, but I don't want to have such a pen-making skill. It's really possible for those who can do anything, and those who can do everything. Admire, admire. Xu Li returned the paper to Tang Bohu, watched him carefully put it away, and said to Su Mo with a smile.

Su Mo's face was bright with a smile, and he clenched his fists and arched his hands, but this time he even saved the humility on his face.

"Master Su, when we meet for the first time today, we shouldn't have spoken deeply. It's just that Liyi has a question in mind, and he really doesn't vomit and is unhappy. I don't know if Su Gongzi may forgive the sin of being abrupt and polite, is it for the sake of etiquette?" After a few words of gossip, Xu Li put down the teacup and said with a smile.

Su Mo was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "What is this, Brother Xu, but it doesn't hurt to say it, what can be said, the younger brother definitely knows everything and says everything." ”

Xu Li's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he secretly said in his heart: Sure enough, this little guy is really difficult, and he doesn't have the temperament of an ordinary young man.

Su Mo's words seem to be bold and generous, but in fact, he is playing a trick. In other words, if you can't say anything, then you will definitely know and never speak. As for what can be said and what can't be said, it is naturally up to Mr. Su to grasp it.

Well, this is called "the right of final interpretation". As a traverser, Mr. Su is extremely skilled in this method.

"Hehe, it's not really important. Xu Li looked at him deeply, and then said lightly. Taking another sip of tea, he raised his eyes to look at Su Mo.

"Su Gongzi seems to be only sixteen years old now. He asked, seemingly nonchalantly.

Su Mo smiled and nodded: "Yes, yes, it's sixteen." The so-called 28 good years are me. What's the matter, Brother Xu, do you have any good family affairs to allow me?"

Xu Li's hand serving the tea was a condensation. But I just asked you how old you are, why did you get involved in asking you to do business? This kid feels too good about himself.

Next to him, Tang Bohu's face moved slightly, and his eyes looked directly at the tea cup in his hand, as if there was endless scenery in it. But he was secretly laughing in his heart, this Brother Xu Li didn't understand the bastard's temperament, and if he continued to ask like this, he was afraid that he would be choked to death sooner or later.

It is said that Tang Dacai and Teacher Su have only known each other for three days, but in this short period of time, I don't know how many times I have regained the heart of strangling this guy. It can be seen that Mr. Su's language skills are so strong.

Regarding Mr. Su's temperament, Tang Bohu finally has some understanding now. This man seems to be giggling all day long, as if he has never had a temper. But in fact, there is a real pride in the personality. That giggling, and unbridled thinking, from another angle, isn't it a kind of protection of alienation and rejection? This guy always seems to be hiding in the fog, making it difficult for people to see and figure out. But there is a strange affinity that makes people believe in him, like him, and unconsciously want to get close to him.

Tang Bohu thought about it secretly, and was suddenly shocked, and he didn't think about it for a while.

Xu Li was momentarily stunned, and quickly adjusted. Shaking his head and saying with a wry smile: "Su Gongzi said that he laughed, didn't he already have a marriage, why did he ask for any family affairs? ”

It seems to be a joke, but it is implicitly sarcastic. You are a sixteen-year-old doll, with no power, no power, and no fame, since you have a family business, how dare you expect to marry more? What family is willing to marry you?

You must know that in this era, although it is not monogamy in later generations, there is a strict hierarchy in the marriage system. If one does not reach a certain level of achievement, marrying too much is not only a joke, but also a law that does not allow it.

Although this system, with the prosperity of the Ming people and the indulgence of the imperial court, has existed in name only. However, the right people and capable people are always consistent.

It's a pity that Mr. Su doesn't understand these rules at all. What he only knows is that in ancient times, there could be many wives, many, many, many, and this is what he has been looking forward to since he came to the Ming Dynasty.

At this moment, after listening to Xu Li's words, he didn't notice the sarcasm in his words, but raised his eyebrows with a smile and said, "This is not possible." What if a girl just lives or dies and doesn't like me? We can't make people sad and disappointed, right? Ha, you see, I'm versatile, handsome, and suave. Hey, you said that if there are too many people, how can I deal with it alone? It's sad to think about it. ”

Xu Li was really a little dumbfounded at this time. Half-open mouth, half-open for a long time unable to say a word. It's not that he hasn't seen a narcissistic person, but it's the first time I've seen such an earth-shattering narcissism.

For a long time, when Mr. Su was still struggling with too much peach blossom luck on his face, Xu Li finally came back to his senses and reacted.

This reaction was a burst of self-reproach. What are you doing, why do you want to talk to this kid, it's a waste of time. Looking at this posture, if you follow this kid again, you may take yourself to a ditch. Yes, it seems that you have to take the initiative, and you can't let this kid have the right to speak.

After all, Xu Li's age and experience were there, and he could see the essence of Teacher Su at once. This kid is a thick-skinned master who is thicker than the city wall, and what kind of gentleman is humble, gentle as jade, etc., it is not good for this kid. Talking to this kid about the way of a scholar is purely to find guilt for himself.

"Ahem, that, Su Gongzi, you see, what Li wants to say, in fact, I want to ask, Su Gongzi suddenly rose at the age of sixteen, from ordinary to amazing, but I don't know what kind of mystery it is? He coughed twice to interrupt someone's reverie, and said these words slowly, but his eyes stared straight at Su Mo's face, not for a moment.

Su Mo's face was silent, but a touch of surprise suddenly crossed his heart. This surnamed Xu seems to be weird.

Everyone just met in Pingshui, and there was no friendship at all, in this case, suddenly opened your mouth to ask this kind of thing, is it a bit too much?

Although I apologized at the beginning and said that I was curious, but if you think about it, isn't this curiosity a bit of a bottom?

"Well, what about this...... Teacher Su gradually put away the smile on his face, groaned slightly, and suddenly said leisurely: "You, do you really want to know?"