Chapter 220 Original Purpose 6

Chun Ge didn't speak, just looked at the piece of paper in a daze, an extremely ordinary piece of paper, thought for a while, and then smiled: "That, I don't know." ”

"I don't know yet?" Murong Ye shrugged his shoulders, changed his hand to hold the piece of paper, and said: "This poem is Tao Yuanming's poem, the name of the poem is drinking, the whole poem is expressed, the joy of the countryside, the joy of it, Mr. Nanchuan didn't come out, but took this poem, his meaning is self-evident." ”

"It goes without saying, not necessarily." Chun Ge snatched the paper from Murong's hand, looked at it a few more times, and said, "Although this poem is a classic idyll, it doesn't mean that Mr. Nanchuan is ready to emulate Tao Yuanming." ”

"I'd like to hear what kind of flowers you can break." As soon as these words came out, Murong did not shy away from it, and sat down in front of Mr. Nanchuan's door nearby.

"It's not me who breaks it." Chun Ge also did it beside Murong and said: "Why do you think Tao Yuanming wants to place his affection on the landscape, because he is not reused, Mr. Nanchuan took out this poem means that he is a self-comparison to the ancients, you think about it again, Mr. Wuliu has been an official anyway, but he has not realized his ambitions." But throughout most of Mr. Nanchuan's life, he has never been an official and a half-job, and he has only been a staff member a few times, so how can he ever have a chance to show his ambitions, I think. Chun Ge suddenly got up, raised his voice, and said: "Mr. Nanchuan sent this poem not to say that he is unwilling, but to tell Zijin that if he wants to go out of the mountain, he must be allowed to show his ambitions, otherwise it is better to drink here and live." ”

"Papa" accompanied by applause, Mr. Nanchuan's door finally opened, and Mr. Nanchuan, who had been waiting for a long time, finally appeared in front of Chun Ge and the others.

"How many adults who think they are wise have been put out of this door by this poem, today, it is you, the yellow-haired boy, who understands the old man's mind, bosom friend, bosom friend." Mr. Nanchuan was quite excited to hold Chunge's hand, he was also a staff member, but unfortunately he was still depressed, so he lived in seclusion, waiting for the destined person, so many years, I don't know how many talented people in the world came to beg him to come out of the mountain, but as long as he threw out this poem, those so-called talents were like frosted eggplants, depressed and returned, over time Mr. Nanchuan was about to lose hope, how do you know that Chunge appeared at this time, just to save an old man's glass heart.

"Isn't the kid actually introduced by Mr. as a bosom friend, then excuse me." Chun Ge's voice was interrupted, and he quipped: "Why don't you let your bosom friend enter the door." ”

"Oops" Mr. Nanchuan patted his head and said, "Look at me, patronizing and eavesdropping, forgetting." Mr. Nanchuan let go of Chunge's hand, opened the two doors of his house wide, and said, "Come in quickly, come in quickly." ”

Chun Ge and Murong Ye glanced at each other, both blinked, and the tacit understanding did not need to be described in words, the two of them entered the door with Mr. Nanchuan almost at the same time, the difference is that after Chunge entered the door, he followed Mr. Nanchuan very calmly, while Murong Ye became a servant of the follower, and only after closing the door did he have a place to sit.

The three of them quickly sat down, this time Mr. Nanchuan unexpectedly took out good tea, not wine, which is called Chunge's tea addiction that has not come for a long time, and he showed a handful, even Mr. Nanchuan himself was amazed in Chunge's skillful and unearthly tea ceremony.

"The tea ceremony is a profound skill, you have such a skill, it can be seen that you are a person who loves tea very much." Mr. Nanchuan tasted Chunge's tea, and was particularly surprised, he really couldn't imagine that such a young boy could have such a fire, it can be seen that Chunge is really a hidden master.

"What is this, if it is Chunge's own tea set, then it is called a enjoyment." Murong Ye has known Chun Ge for several years, and his tea art has long since changed from being stunned to being surprised, and he hasn't drunk Chun Ge's good tea for a while, so he misses Chun Ge's fine tea art very much.

"Really." Mr. Nanchuan doesn't seem to believe it, this kind of anti-heaven craftsmanship is not the best.

"Old man, it's fun for me to lie to you." Murong Ye is not like Chun Ge who asks for this Mr. Nanchuan, he naturally does not need to be polite and respectful, he is in line with his usual style, so he is very disdainful of Mr. Nanchuan's questioning.

Mr. Nanchuan has been accustomed to hearing Chunge's soft words in recent days, and he still can't accept the title of old man for a while, so he pointed to himself and asked, "Old man? ”

"Sir, listen to his nonsense, don't expect him to spit out anything good with his mouth." Chun Ge turned his head, looked like he was talking fiercely, and winked at Murong again, which could be regarded as a warning.

Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, Chun Ge taught Murong a lesson, but only Murong knew that Chun Ge told him to wait for a while, and it was not too late to wait until Mr. Nanchuan was in the same boat with them, okay, in fact, Chun Ge had long wanted to call that Mr. Nanchuan an old man.

"Okay, don't play a round, if the old man is not mistaken, this kid should be the former No. 1 talent in the southeast who was just squeezed out by you, Murong Ye." Mr. Nanchuan is also a well-known old urchin, Chunge is because he is in his eyes, he treats him politely, like Murong, Mr. Nanchuan has never kept his mouth when he speaks.

Murong Ye rolled his eyes, opened his mouth, and didn't say a word about it, and finally reluctantly responded: "Hmm"

"Flutter" Chunge rarely saw Murong Ye being so speechless, so he smiled very unconscionably, not considering who Murong Ye swallowed this breath for.

"You still give me a smile." Murong glared angrily at Chunge, as if silently accusing Chunge of being immoral.

Chun Ge's eyes turned, and he said to Mr. Nanchuan: "Don't say sir, you are really accurate in looking at people." ”

"That's nature." Little old man, listening to someone praise him, he naturally cocked his tail happily.

Chunge saw that Mr. Nanchuan answered, the corners of his mouth curled, and he said lightly: "Then dare to ask Mr. Do you know why the kid is here." ”

"The old man is not looking for the old man, not all to invite my old man out of the mountain." Speaking of this, Mr. Nanchuan is very proud, after all, no matter how smart Chunge is, he has come to invite himself.

"The old gentleman is right." Chun Ge got up with a smile, and then said, "Does the old gentleman agree?" ”

"It's up to you how you behave." Mr. Nanchuan is like a little kid begging for candy, with a look of 'what do you say'.

"Zijin has come to Mr. twice before." Chun Ge swallowed and foamed, and said: "The first time I drank with Mr., I was very happy, and I felt that Mr. was a rare person, and this is the second time I visited to invite Mr. out of the mountain." Chun Ge looked at Mr. Nanchuan as if he was about to say something, and he grabbed ahead of Nanchuan and added: "But my official is not a cheap person, if I want to learn Liu Bei's three-way thatched house, the kid can't do it." ”

Chun Ge smiled evilly, and said coldly: "My official admires Mr., but it doesn't have to be Mr., so it is excellent for Mr. to agree, if he doesn't agree, the kid doesn't force it, but Zi would like to remind Mr. of a word." Chun Ge laughed again, smiling extraordinarily brightly, and the smile accompanied by his cold voice resounded in this small courtyard: "Zijin thinks he is a good horse, so he never eats back grass, and I hope that Mr. will think carefully." ”

After Chunge finished speaking, he gave Murong a look, and left Mr. Nanchuan's house without looking back.

"Old man, my brother is also very conceited, you have to be sure." Murong got up quickly, and before catching up with Chunge, he teased: "You have to know that after this village, there may not be this shop." As soon as the words fell, Murong Ye also hurriedly chased Chun Ge out of Nanchuan's courtyard.

A few days ago, the peach blossoms were still blooming in Mr. Nanchuan's yard, Mr. Nanchuan didn't seem to be annoyed by the successive departures of Chun Ge and Murong, he was still tasting the tea that Chun Ge had brewed, the pot of tea that was faintly iced, his eyes were very deep, he always felt that Chun Ge was just a young man with a bit of intelligence, if he was willing to help, then Chun Ge should be treated respectfully, but he still underestimated Chun Ge after all.

Obviously, Chun Ge is extremely wise, he is a salute first and then a soldier, he needs a talent like Mr. Nanchuan, but talent is always a subordinate, if Mr. Nanchuan has always had a strong sense of superiority, then Chun Ge is to find an ancestor to go home, not only can it not be successful, but it will also be bad, so Chun Ge will put on his tough side, and give Mr. Nanchuan who is excited to go out of the mountain a big down.

Nanchuan has lived for so many years, how could he not know the meaning of Chunge, but he was still surprised, after learning the news that he would go out of the mountain, who is not ecstatic, where will anyone remember to suppress their arrogance, this official Chunge is really extremely cautious and thoughtful, Mr. Nanchuan drank tea cup by cup and had his own decision in his heart, and Chunge and Murong were also thinking about it on the road.

"Chunge, you were polite before, why couldn't you hold your breath at the last moment." Murong Ye knew Chunge's intentions, but Chunge still had a great sense of adventure in doing this, and if it was done step by step, it might be safer.

Chun Ge raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "What I am looking for is that the staff said that the good thing is to find a partner, and the bad thing is to find a smart subordinate, and the premise of I will be a corporal of Lixian must be that the subordinate must have his own name." Chun Ge chirped and said, "So I have to let him understand this before he joins me." ”

"What if you scare him away?" Murong saw that Chun Ge was confident, but he still asked without giving up.

"No, he can't bear it." Chun Ge casually picked a weed and put it in his mouth.

"How do you know, he can't bear it." Murong Ye also learned Chun Ge to pick up the weeds, and suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly asked, "Also, how do you know the meaning of that drinking, and you are truthful." ”

"These two issues are one thing." Chun Ge shook his head and said nonchalantly: "This Mr. Nanchuan is extremely famous, but it was only after he lived in seclusion that he became famous now, what do you say is going on?" ”

"Obviously, Mr. Nanchuan's fame was all made up by him." Murong Ye pouted and smiled, looking like this.

"You say that such a person, can you believe that he is indifferent to fame and fortune and cares about mountains and rivers?" Chun Ge asked in disgust, and he quickly replied: "Anyway, I don't believe it, I don't have any thoughts, maybe he can make such a big move and let everyone ask him to be a staff member?" ”

Murong Ye nodded and said, "So you grasped this point and saw the old man in Nanchuan, so you dared to explain it like this, and only then did you dare to act rashly." ”

"Isn't it too hard?" Chun Ge stared at Murong and asked nonchalantly.

"Okay." Murong Ye smiled mysteriously: "It's just that the old man came to us, and some of them were affected." ”

"Hahaha" As soon as Murong's words were finished, laughter spread throughout the path, which also indicated that Chunge's original purpose was still successfully achieved after a thousand turns, and as for Mr. Nanchuan's future life, it was left for the old man to experience for himself.