I don't know if this foreigner is persistent or doesn't understand Chen Hao's meaning, he was stunned and talked for a long time, Chinese mixed with English, Chen Hao only listened to a rough idea.

"I can't teach you anything!" Chen Hao blurted out a sentence in English, and the foreigner was immediately stunned, even Liu Nian next to Chen Hao was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Chen Hao with a surprised expression.

Half a minute later, she asked, "Brother Chen Hao, do you know English?" ”

Chen Hao nodded lightly: "A little!"

"A little?" Liu Nian looked incredulous: "But your spoken pronunciation is very standard." ”

Just kidding, in the past life, there were all kinds of people all over the world, in addition to all kinds of physical training, language was also a compulsory course, except that you couldn't get a grade certificate, and there was really no difference from what was taught in school.

The foreigner nodded lightly and replied: "OK!" I hope e can meet again. ”

After making such a big fuss for others, Chen Hao spent more than 100 yuan to buy an ocarina, and then continued to walk forward.

The next time, it was completely boring, the whole street, all to the end, not far from the end of the street, is the West Lake, Ye Shanshan and a few of them are driving a cruise there.

Chen Hao and Liu Nian didn't plan to go boating, Liu Nian looked at the last shop on the corner, hurriedly grabbed Chen Hao, and said, "Brother Chen Hao, who do you think is that?"

Chen Hao looked in the direction of Liu Nian's finger, and saw that in the store, Lin Wei was holding a brush and inscribed poems on a huge piece of white paper.

Isn't this guy supposed to be in Sioux City?

Chen Hao walked over and looked at the words he wrote.

Chen Hao didn't know much about calligraphy, he looked at the words on the paper, and simply felt that he could write better than himself.

Lin Wei was so attentive that he didn't see two people standing in front of his desk.

Half a minute later, he straightened up a little, but he didn't look up at the two of them, just said casually: "Welcome, look at the things in the store." ”

Chen Hao glanced around the store a few times, and there were all kinds of calligraphy and paintings hanging on it, mountain drawings and ink, which looked like an antique store.

Lin Wei finally glanced up, and was overjoyed: "Master, Master, why are you here?"

I'll go!

This title made Chen Hao frown and said, "I told you everything, I am not your master." ”

Lin Wei hurriedly put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his hand on his clothes and wiped it: "Aren't I excited?

"Travel 1" Chen Hao replied: "This is the store you opened?"

Lin Wei shook his head and said: "You don't know yet, I'm from Hangzhou, this shop was opened by my grandfather, and these calligraphy and paintings are also from his hands, my grandfather is still quite famous in the calligraphy and painting world in Hangzhou, it just so happens that he is not feeling well today, I'll show him the shop, come in and sit." ”

Chen Hao also wanted to go in and sit down, but this place is too messy, there are all kinds of antique calligraphy and paintings everywhere, except for a passage that can walk and watch, there is no spare place, the only thing to do is the bamboo chaise longue in the corner, which should be the exclusive item of the old man.

Lin Wei smiled embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry, it's too messy in the store, why don't I invite you to dinner, it's very good to have pig's trotters next to here." ”

Chen Hao waved his hand: "No, you were writing "Will Enter the Wine" just now?"

What Lin Wei wrote on the paper just now is the first two sentences of "Will Enter the Wine".

"I'm sorry, but I've been fascinated by this poem of yours for the past few months, and I can't help myself, and I can dream of it every night. ”

Lin Wei's words are true, the degree of fascination with his poetry is really beyond the imagination of ordinary people, Chen Hao can understand people like him very well, he is very fascinated by a thing, in addition, even a woman can not be interested in him.

For example, Lin Wei, he used to be full of this admiration for Liu Nian, but because of a poem by Chen Hao, he was stunned and called his master.

A normal man, who can do such a thing?

"Alright then, ······ teacher" Lin Wei still wanted to call the master, but he was scolded back by Chen Hao's eyes.

"Brother Hao, why don't you go to my house to sit, just around here, my grandfather also has a lot of antique calligraphy and paintings at home, I can take you to visit." ”

Chen Hao nodded: "Okay!"

The two followed Lin Wei to an old alley not far from the ancient street, which was similar to the alley in the capital.

Only less than ten minutes away, Lin Wei came to a courtyard, opened the courtyard door, pushed the door open and entered.

"My parents live in a neighborhood in the city, and my grandfather and I live here. ”

This courtyard is quite large, and there is a small waterhole in the courtyard, and there is a large stone slab on the edge of the waterhole, on which are engraved three words - washing inkstone pool.

This is the legendary inkstone pond, but Lin Wai's grandfather is a master of calligraphy and painting, and it is not surprising to make a inkstone pond according to the imitation of the ancients.

Just thinking about it, Lin Wei helped an old man with half-white hair out of a room.

"Grandpa, this is the author of "Will Enter the Wine", his pen name is Qianqing, and his real name is Chen Hao. Lin Wei glanced at Chen Hao and explained: "He is my grandfather, like me, he is also very obsessed with poetry, after I showed him "Will Enter the Wine", he was so excited that he didn't fall asleep for several days, so he caught a cold. ”

As soon as he said this, Chen Hao felt very guilty.

The old man took Chen Hao's hand and trembled a little: "Master, master, only a master can write such a poem." ”

Yes, the one who can write such poems is the master, Li Bai is the master, but Chen Hao... It's embarrassing.

Thank you Li Bai!

Chen Hao also supported the old man, for fear that he would fall to the ground in excitement and not be able to get up: "Uncle, you are serious, I am not a master." ”

The old man shook his head: "I have copied the poems and paintings of the ancients all my life, and I can see at a glance the weight of these poems, "Will Enter the Wine", if I am not mistaken, it will be the best partial poem of this century, and it is from the hands of a young man in his twenties, do you think I can not be excited?"

Chen Hao looked at Lin Wei next to him: "Your grandfather, his body is fine, right?"

Lin Wei shook his head: "He is usually in good health, but this time he is too excited." ”

"Master, can you fulfill a wish of the old man?" the old man continued.

Chen Hao nodded: "Uncle, you say." ”

"I want to write a poem called "Will Enter the Wine" and let it circulate to the world. ”

Chen Hao nodded: "Of course you can!"