Chapter Seventy-Three: The Burrow

Revisiting the old place, it's still the villa, it's still the same person!

Sima Qingchuan was still wearing a cheongsam, and he was seriously looking at the answer sheet given to him by Tang Song at this time.

Five minutes passed.

She didn't move, not even blinking. Just sat dignifiedly, looking at the little notebook in his hand.

Ten minutes passed.

She remained unmoved.

Tang and Song were a little puzzled, what was the situation? Could it be that this Sima Qingchuan is asleep?

But it's not reasonable to sleep with your eyes open?

This incomplete "Shanglin Fu" is intermittent, and it is naturally impossible for Tang and Song to completely complete it, he only made up three sentences.

Just three sentences.

However, it was those three sentences, but Sima Qingchuan read them for half an hour.

This incomplete "Shanglin Fu", it is not an exaggeration to say that she can recite it backwards.

Over and over again, every time she read them, she felt that those three sentences were just right, just like twin sisters who had been separated for many years met again after many years.

She has studied for many years and consulted countless Han Fu experts, but she has never been satisfied, and she has not been like today, as if those three sentences should have been there by nature.

In one word, wonderful!

Two words, superb!

"Come with me!" Sima Qingchuan suddenly spoke, then got up and walked out.

Come with me?

Tang Song looked at Sima Qingchuan who was walking in front, although it was said that this cheongsam was not the kind of high slit, but when he walked, he could still see the snow-like skin.

So white!

Good - sexy!

Tang Song swallowed and spitted at the mouth, and said, where did she let herself go?

She's in front!

He's behind!

She doesn't say anything!

He was silent.

It seems to be a tacit understanding.

Passing through a plum forest, there is a crescent-shaped river in front of you, and there is a wooden bridge over the river, and the wooden bridge is built with excellent wood, exuding a faint fragrance.

Walking further on, there is a sea of flowers, behind which is an artificial hill, which is lush and green, with birds singing and playing, like a paradise.

Tang Song is already a little dizzy, where is this taking him?

Even if you roll the sheets and the lawn, you don't have to be so particular, right?

Suddenly, she stopped.

He was stunned for a moment, and then stopped.

Directly ahead, a long, winding path came into view, and the side of the road was overgrown with all kinds of wild flowers with unnamed names, and bees and butterflies were dancing on the stamens of the flowers in full bloom.

Sima Qingchuan calmed down, and then turned his hurried steps into slow steps and stepped on the path in front of him.

Tang Song was very puzzled, even if Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden, it was nothing more than that, right?

Finally, Tang Song saw a courtyard.

Wooden houses, fence walls, fence gates.

Around the courtyard, a variety of vegetables are grown, and they grow very well.

Take a closer look, there is a wooden plaque above the fence gate, on which are written three big characters - Changqing Zhai.

At this time, Sima Qingchuan stopped.

Tang Song also stopped, and muttered in his mouth, "Changqing Zhai, it seems that this master has imprinted Sima Xiangru in his bones." The name is taken by its character. That's wonderful! ”

Sima Qingchuan couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, he was able to break through the mystery with one word. However, it is not surprising to think of the three sentences he filled in for the incomplete "Shanglin Fu".

At this time, Tang Song had already guessed who the owner of this Changqing Zhai was. Who else could there be besides Sima Wen?

The head of this big family lives in such a courtyard, isolated from the outside world, without hustle and bustle, without the sound of cars and horses, and even vegetables are self-sufficient.

This situation made the Tang and Song dynasties think of the famous work "Burrow" by the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Yuxi.

At this moment, a light breeze blows, and there is the crisp sound of leaves colliding, and the intoxicating fragrance of cauliflower.

Sima Qingchuan was about to remind Tang and Song of the two sentences that should be paid attention to, but he heard a voice that will be unforgettable for a lifetime,

The mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name.

The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual.

These two sentences alone have already made Sima Qingchuan sigh as a celestial man. He actually took it seriously, it turned out that the rumors were true!!

Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin.

Tang Song took a step forward and came to a piece of mossy and tender grass, and then said loudly,

The moss marks are green, and the grass is green.

There is a lot of talk and laughter, and there is no white ding.

Rao is Sima Qingchuan is full of economy, and he is also dumbfounded at this time.

Tang Song took a deep breath, looked up at the sky slightly, and then sighed,

You can tune the piano and read the gold scriptures......

There is no silk and bamboo, and there is no case.

In the wooden house, Sima Wen, who had been quite annoyed recently, heard this, and the whole person had become refreshed, just like two people before.

In my heart, I have already said three good words in a row.

No wonder, there is a magpie in front of the window in the morning, it turns out that there is a high-ranking person visiting!

Nanyang Zhuge Lu, West Shuzi Cloud Pavilion.

Confucius: What's ugly?

With a bang, the door of the wooden house was pulled open from the inside, and then Sima Wen, who was dressed in a green shirt, smiled and personally came to open the fence gate for the master.

However, when I saw the age of the master in my heart, I was shocked.

"The afterlife is terrifying!" Sima Wen muttered in his heart.

"This morning, the old man heard the good news of the magpie, and sure enough, a high-ranking person visited. Please come in, please come in! Sima Wen said very humbly.

This made Tang Song a little overwhelmed. The head of a big family, and the head of one of the three major families in the Demon Capital, actually said to himself to invite in, and called himself a master?

I'm afraid that three-year-old children won't believe it.

But it really happened to him.

This can also be seen why Sima Wen was able to run such a huge economic empire. Not arrogant or impatient, always keep the original intention, treat people like guests.

Tang Song hurriedly returned the salute and said with a smile, "Grandpa, please please, I'm just talking nonsense." ”

"I've been called grandpa for so many years, but today's grandpa is the most comfortable and comfortable voice that the old man has heard over the years!" Sima Wen laughed.

When Sima Qingchuan heard this, he couldn't help but pout. Dare to love, I have called you grandpa for nothing all these years, who are you grandpa? Just met Tang and Song, it was so eccentric, and it was too unreasonable.

Sima Wen's words, if they are heard by others in the workplace, they will immediately bow and kneel three times and kneel to recognize him as a godfather. The meaning of this Sima Wen could not be more obvious. Besides, after recognizing such a godfather, do you still have to worry about the house and the car?

Tang Song naturally heard this meaning, but what he thought was, this Sima Wen is so authentic, he wants to take advantage of me as soon as they meet, and it is out of politeness to call you grandpa, and you are even on your nose and face! "Then I can only change the name, old man, yes, call old man!" Tang Song said seriously.

Hearing this, Sima Qingchuan was shocked, he didn't even accept his grandfather's love!

Even Sima Wen, who thought he had seen through everything, couldn't help but be stunned, old man, what is this name, it seems that he hasn't heard it for many years?

"Anyway, you can call it whatever you want, it's just a title!" Sima Wen said heartily.

"Really?" Tang Song spoke again.

Hearing this, Sima Qingchuan had an urge to strangle Tang and Song. You tendons, where did the IQ of writing poems go? Can you talk?

"Seriously!" Sima Wen hasn't met such an interesting person for a long, long time. He had forgotten how many years it had been, thirty years or not?

"Actually, I want to call you - old man!"

"Tang Song, you don't want to get an inch!" Sima Qingchuan was immediately furious, in her heart, her grandfather was a godhead-like figure, and from childhood to adulthood, the person she admired the most was her grandfather. And now, a person of the same age as himself can call himself an old man, which is unbearable.

If Sima Wen wasn't there, Sima Qingchuan would definitely make people tear Tang Song's mouth apart.

"Tang Song, I remember this name!" Sima Wen turned his head and glared at his granddaughter, and immediately Sima Qingchuan was silent.

With such a look, Sima Qingchuan remembered that the last time his grandfather stared at him was a few years ago???

Wooden houses, wooden tables, wooden chairs, wooden beds!

Everything Tang and Song saw in the house were wood products, which were extremely ordinary, just like ordinary people's homes. However, if I had to say something different, the wooden floor was extremely clean and spotless.

Tang Song and Sima Wen were already seated, but Sima Qingchuan was standing behind his grandfather, motionless.

Sima Wen stared at Tang Song and said, "Master." ”

"Well, you can just call me by name."

"Okay, Tang Song, dare to ask who you are learning from?" Sima Wen felt that this Tang and Song Dynasty must have been instructed by a master, and he already had such talent at a young age, so the teacher who instructed him was not a real scholar and a rich man.

Tang Song smiled, "Actually, I'm self-taught." ”

Self-taught? Sima Qingchuan's phoenix eyes blinked slightly, his eyes full of doubt and disbelief.

Since ancient times, there were many literati, and Sima Wen knew this very well, so he smiled and said, "Then which university do you attend?" Who is the guru? Although I am older, I still know some of the famous teachers in this famous school. Perhaps, we really have some roots. ”

Tang Song smiled bitterly, touched the back of his head, and said a little embarrassedly, "That, actually, I was expelled from the school before I finished college!" ”

Hearing this, Sima Qingchuan almost burst out laughing.

However, Sima Wen did not believe these words. I didn't go to college and didn't have a teacher's guidance, you have lived for so many years as my Sima Wenbai!

"Tang Song, the masterpiece just now, is there a title?" Sima Wen asked.

"The Burrow"

Sima Wen nodded as if he had understood, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly rose up and said, "Qingchuan, Yanmo!" ”

Wooden tables, pens, ink, paper, inkstones, everything. Sima Qingchuan, who was dressed in a cheongsam, was like a scholar, quietly studying ink there, skillfully and strongly.

After laying out the paper and staring intently for a moment, Sima Wen dipped his pen in ink, and from the first word to the last word, he did it in one go.

Tang Song was very puzzled, he recited it with feeling, this Sima Wen actually remembered it, at such an age, this brain is still so good?

After stopping writing, looking at this "Burrow Inscription", Sima Wen's eyes became more and more weird.

From the point of view of expression alone, it is a combination of description, lyricism, and argumentation, and through the specific description of the tranquility of the Burrow......

From the point of view of writing technology, the techniques of contrast, white drawing, metaphor, and allusion are used in just eighty-one words, and the rhyme is pressed. The sense of rhythm is very strong, and the reading is golden and smooth, and the song is at the end, and the residual sound lingers, which makes people have endless aftertaste.

Judging from the clues, the idea of only Dexin runs through the whole text......

Thinking of the end, there was a hint of admiration in this Sima Wen's eyes.

But in the next second, after seeing Tang Song's age, he couldn't help but be suspicious again, was this really what he wrote? And for such a short period of time, there was almost no thought and no speculation - no, no, this was definitely not written by him, but by the teacher who pointed him out.

Of course, since the other party didn't want to say it explicitly, Sima Wen didn't ask anymore, smiled, stared at Tang Song and said,

"Tang Song, if you can let Qingchuan bring you to me, you must have all the laws. Come, how about you comment on the old man's words? ”

As soon as Sima Wen said something, Sima Qingchuan had to speak,

"Grandpa, I brought him here because of "Shanglin Fu".

Tang Song could see it clearly, this Sima Wen's expression changed several times at this moment, first he was surprised and then he was in a trance, and finally he was surprised.

What's the situation?

Tang Song was a little overwhelmed.