"This uncle's hand speed is really fast."

"Well, it's true that an umbrella stand can be completed in just a few minutes, admiration"

"The heart is neither old nor old, I hope that when I am old, I can be as healthy as him"

"But the two paper umbrella thieves hanging on the shelf behind the uncle are beautiful, white, like white and flawless snow, which makes people feel pure. Red, like a woman's bright red lips, it makes people feel amazing"

"Indeed, it's a pity that the old man doesn't sell it"

"It's right to say that you don't want to sell it, but there is another way to take these two umbrellas, it's difficult to say, it's not difficult to say it's not difficult?"

"A big man speaks slowly, can he communicate happily, say quickly"

“.......”

With the discussion of the crowd, the movements in the hands of the old man did not pause at all, the old god was weaving the umbrella frame in his hand, with the last step of the bamboo strip weaving, checked it, the umbrella frame was very strong, put it aside, looked up, saw the dense figure in front of him, listening to the discussion in his ears, it was not surprising, it seemed that he had seen a lot of this situation in front of him, stood up, the wrinkles on his face slowly stretched, revealing a smile full of affinity, and said in a vicissitudes of tone" Ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much for coming, the two umbrellas behind me are the works made by my father during his lifetime, using special rice paper, and now nearly ten years have passed, still well preserved, one red and one white, white as a gentleman, red as a lady, the meaning of which is naturally self-evident"

"My father's regret was that he didn't find the right verse to write on it, so it never reached the level of perfection, and if you can say the right verse, I will give it to you."

When everyone present heard this, the noisy voice was clear, and they all lowered their heads and cried, but there was not much ink in their hearts, and they may be embarrassed to say it first, for fear that the other party would not be satisfied and cause everyone to laugh.

Su Zimo looked at this scene, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the scene with interest.

"Daddy, look...... Can't see, hold ...... Hug Xiao Xi'er" Su Xi'er, who was standing on the ground, looked at the figures of Gundam around her, raised her ignorant little face, pulled the corner of Su Zimo's clothes, and said in a milky voice.

Su Zimo smiled, pinched the other party's little nose, and then hugged it, so that the little girl could see it clearly.

Mei Bixue did the same, hugged Yang Leling, looked at the other party's embarrassed face, and said softly, "Yo, I'm still so embarrassed, little girl"

Yang Leling's little face was slightly red, and he buried his little head in front of the other party.

"Why don't I give it a try?"

Suddenly, a loud voice sounded from the crowd, but a young man said shyly.

"Yes, you can tell me about it," the old man smiled and nodded.

"Love makes people forget time, and time also makes people forget love" After Xiao Young finished speaking, he looked at the old man embarrassedly.

The old man shook his head, the implication was self-evident.

In the following period of time, there were constantly people eager to try and say ridiculous sentences, although there were one or two sentences with good rhymes during the period, but they were still rejected by the old man one by one.

The scene gradually quieted down, and when the old man saw this, he muttered in a slightly lost tone, "It's like this again today."

"Why don't you let me try?"

About half a ring, just when the old man was disappointed, he remembered a confident and gentle voice, looked over, but saw that it was a young man holding an ignorant and cute little girl, exuding an indifferent temperament, and he didn't think much about it, and said in the spirit of giving it a try, "Well, that young man, you can talk about it"

Xiao Zhang and Mei Bixue on the side looked at Su Zimo, and a look of surprise flashed on their faces.

"This little young man can't do it?"

"Who knows, but the child in his arms is really good-looking"

"That's right"

Seeing this, everyone present remembered a whisper, and each took two steps back, revealing a space for the young man.

"Joyful rain and soft love"

"Green mountains and green waterways lead to seclusion"

"Whispering under the umbrella"

"Half for the rain and half for shame"

Su Zimo thought for a while, his lips moved, and he said in an inexplicable tone.

"Hey, this poem is good, it feels quite rhyming"

"Happy rain, green mountains, dependent, rain, shame, the appearance of these words, how can I feel a sweet smell"

"Which famous writer wrote this poem?"

“......”

The onlookers were stunned for a moment, and then they began to discuss, discussing the meaning of the poem, and more doubtful was to find out which famous writer this strange poem came from.

Mei Bixue looked at Su Zimo's eyes, her seductive lips opened slightly, looking a little surprised.

The old man in the field first muttered two sentences, his cloudy eyes became clearer and clearer, he looked at the young man in front of him, and asked excitedly, "This young man..... Oh, no, little sir, dare I ask if this poem is from your pen?"

The rest of the people also looked over, looking forward to the next words of the indifferent young man in front of them.

"Sir, don't dare to take it, this is indeed written by me, called "Reading in the Umbrella"" Su Zimo smiled faintly and said modestly.

"Wow, this can't be"

"So handsome, and so talented, what should I do, the pressure is great"

"Well, though, I don't think he's a little familiar?"

"Yo, this inadvertent hugging of my thighs caught me off guard, no, I have to hug it too"

Everyone at the scene gasped, and there was a burst of disbelief.

"The depiction of a man and a woman's actions under the mountain during the rainy season is so eloquently written, it's really wonderful"

The old man spoke incoherently excitedly, then turned around and took out the pen and ink inkstone from the shelf, took off the umbrella hanging on the shelf, picked up the brush, and wrote the poems of Fang Cai one by one, making the charm of the two paper umbrellas even more charming, and then held them in both hands and walked to Su Zimo, "These two umbrellas are given to you, thank you for ending my regrets with my father"

"Thank you"

Su Zimo looked at the old man with a straight face in front of him, thought for a while, took the two paper umbrellas, and handed the red one to Mei Bixue.

After Mei Bixue took it, she looked at the pattern on it, she seemed to like it a little, and opened it, which immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Seeing this, the rest of the people first sent warm applause and congratulations, and randomly, scattered in all directions, and the rest of Su Zimo and a few people, after chatting with the old man for a few words, offered to leave.

"Anyway, Xiao Zhang, what else can I play in Tianlu Mountain, you tell us about it"

"The most famous are Tianlu Academy and Aiwan Pavilion"

"Tianlu Academy aside, Aiwan Pavilion was originally known as Hongye Pavilion, and Taoran Pavilion, Huxin Pavilion, and Drunken Weng Pavilion are called the four famous pavilions in China, and ....."

Su Zimo and Mei Bixue each held a little girl in their arms, and the other hand held a paper umbrella, walking in the scorching sun, like a landscape painting.

Far up the cold mountain stone path slope

There are people in the depths of the white clouds

Parking sits in love with the maple grove evening

Frost leaves are red in February

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PS: Regarding the protagonist mentioned in the previous chapters who is about to release the second book of martial arts, is there any proposal to propose, book friend group: 343638178~