The sound of the piano gradually came to an end, and the long sound of the piano finally stopped, and the sky and the earth were instantly quiet, only the sound of the breeze blowing the bamboo leaves.

The three of them closed their eyes to feel the tranquility of this moment, and Lin Dalu let out a long roar when he saw that the three of them didn't react.

Tang Weiguo's father and son reacted and clapped their palms from the bottom of their hearts.

Lin Wenfeng heard someone clapping his hands, then he opened his eyes and looked at the comer, got up and walked towards the two.

The bad consciousness made the two gentlemen laugh, and the poor Dao was a little intoxicated and snubbed the two. Lin Wenfeng said to the two.

Tang Weiguo's father and son also returned the salute: "Dao is a great talent, the sound of the piano just now is really touching." ”

"yes, even I, who don't know much about music, think it's good. Tang Zhongqiang echoed his father and said.

"Where there is any great talent, I am ashamed to miss everything, I just hope that I don't disturb the purity of the two. Lin Wenfeng waved his hand and said.

"The Taoist is too humble. Donald disagreed with Lin Wenfeng's statement.

"I don't know what the name of the song I played just now is or who wrote it. Donald asked curiously.

"This song is called "Mountains and Flowing Water", and it was composed by the master when he was traveling," Lin Wenfeng replied, he couldn't say that it was something from another world, he had to push it to the dead master.

Donald wanted to meet Lin Wenfeng's master, but learned that his master had passed away: "It's a pity." ”

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this, the two of you came from afar, because you should be tired, go to the temple to rest, if you have anything to say, let's sit down and talk. Lin Wenfeng took them into the Wenfeng Temple.

Lin Dalu also walked slowly behind them.

After arranging for them, Lin Wenfeng began to make tea, this time it was not like Zhang Hefeng and they directly brewed it and brought it, but made gongfu tea.

Because both of them are a certain age, they can calm down and have a good cup of tea.

The grandeur of gongfu tea makes its tea art extraordinary and "vulgar". The elegance of gongfu tea makes tea tasters rare and happy. The thick rhyme of Gongfu tea contains the concept of life of the Chinese people, and the righteousness of Gongfu tea clearly reveals the philosophical pursuit of "the unity of nature and man" in traditional ideology and culture.

Therefore, Lin Wenfeng loves to drink gongfu tea the most, even if there is only one person, he will drink it to feel the tea ceremony contained in it, to seek the realm of unity between heaven and man.

Donald watched his smooth movements, not like making tea, but like dancing on the table, which was pleasing to the eye.

After one process after another, two cups of tea were placed in front of the two fathers and sons for the two to taste.

This tea tasting is also exquisite, tea tasting is not only to taste the soup but also to smell the fragrance of tea, Tang Weiguo and Tang Zhongqiang have also drunk tea for decades, picked up the teacup and smelled it first, then took a sip, tasted it slowly, and finally swallowed it.

After a while, Donald Lao spoke: "Good tea, sweet taste, fresh, mellow, fragrant teeth and cheeks, dare to ask what kind of tea this is." ”

Tang Zhongqiang also nodded in agreement with what his father said.

Lin Wenfeng smiled and said, "Old man, you are an expert, you don't know how I know." ”

"This was discovered by the poor Taoist master in the valley in the early years, so he got it back and planted it near the Taoist temple, if you have to have a name, you can always call it Wenfeng tea. ”

Donald nodded as well, after all, he had drunk tea for so many years, except for the ones that he couldn't see on the market, there really wasn't anything he hadn't drunk.

Lin Wenfeng took a sip of tea and said, "I don't know why the two of you came to my Wenfeng Temple?"

"That's right, I stumbled upon the work of the Taoist, and I wanted to come and pay a visit, if I could ask the Taoist for a pair of ink treasures. Hearing Lin Wenfeng's question, Old Man Tang told the reason why he came here.

He even expressed his love for Lin Wenfeng's words in and out of his words, and felt that his words were unique and full of charm.

It's just that he doesn't know that Lin Wenfeng's calligraphy style also does not belong to this world, but from the parallel world of his dream "calligraphy saint" Wang Xizhi, Lin Wenfeng learned his calligraphy style.

I have to say that Old Man Tang's vision is still very poisonous.

After knowing the intention of their father and son, Lin Wenfeng said: "How can the words I write are as good as you say, it's just a casual graffiti, thanks to your old look, just write it to you, there is nothing to ask for." ”

Hearing Lin Wenfeng's reply, half of the purpose of his visit was achieved, so he smiled happily and drank tea.

Tang Zhongqiang laughed unconsciously when he saw that the old man was so happy, turned to Lin Wenfeng and asked, "I don't know how old you are this year." ”

He was curious about Lin Wenfeng's age from the moment he saw him, but he didn't have a chance to ask, and he happened to have time at this time, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Early twenties. Lin Wenfeng replied.

Hearing this answer, the two of them all looked at Lin Wenfeng in surprise, let's not talk about his appearance first, just his elegant and old-fashioned temperament can easily make people ignore his age.

I thought that he might be in his thirties, but he just had a childish face, but he didn't expect to be so young.

"That's really young and promising, just so old to be able to write such good words, can also play the piano and make gongfu tea, and still have everyone's demeanor, it's really amazing. Old Man Tang sighed.

Tang Zhongqiang also felt the same way, and suddenly remembered that he was a bastard who had nothing to do all day, and he didn't get angry.

This made Lin Wenfeng feel embarrassed.

After chatting for a while, Lin Wenfeng took the old man and the two of them to the study, and as soon as they entered the room, they were greeted by a room full of books and waste paper piled up in the corner.

At this time, they still underestimated Lin Wenfeng.

Because when looking through these books, there are not only about calligraphy, music and rhythm, the Four Books and Five Classics, but also medical books, which makes their views on Lin Wenfeng have to change.

Thinking about what else he would do, Lin Wenfeng was like a treasure waiting for them to dig up.

Lin Wenfeng, who was on the side, was preparing pen, ink, paper, and inkstone at this time, and he promised Donald to write a word to him.

He asked, "Mr. Donald, what do you want me to write to you?"

Old Man Tang thought of the poem he wrote to Zhang Hefeng and them, and thought of his wife who had passed away for many years: "Can you write a poem for me to miss my wife who has been gone for many years." ”

Where will Lin Wenfeng do any poems, there is no way but to move.

The tip of the pen hung on the paper, and I couldn't put down the pen for a long time, and after thinking for a while, I finally moved.

I saw Lin Wenfeng's expression change, and the temperament on his body quietly changed, and he wrote like a god.

Donald immediately walked over, looked at him and wrote:

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short pine gang.

When Donald saw the two lines of tears at this time, he involuntarily stayed, and his wife seemed to appear in front of him, and he kept shouting: "Old wife~".