The elegance of the literati is naturally not understood by ordinary people.

Scribbling and scribbling have become an elegant thing, in the eyes of those who are illiterate, it cannot be said that they have no quality, they will only look up to the mountains, extremely worshipful, and the act of inscription and poetry has become a burst of talent.

Not only famous scenic spots such as famous mountains and ancient temples, but also ordinary restaurant walls have become one of the popular places for literati to write poems.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant usually welcomes this, after all, if the poem is good, it has also increased the reputation of the restaurant, and since then countless people have come upstairs to pay tribute, and the wine customers are endless, and the restaurant is making money every day. It doesn't hurt if the poem is not good, but how much does it cost to repaint the wall after the poet leaves?

So Song Gensheng asked the shop guy to borrow pen and ink, and the restaurant immediately met him, not only satisfied him, but the shop guy was even shouting exaggeratedly to help Song Gensheng gain popularity and create momentum.

"A talented man near the window wants to borrow pen and ink and inscribe poems on the wall-" The hoarse shouting of exhaustion makes people get goosebumps, and the poem seems extremely cheap before it is titled, as if it is selling "You can't buy it at a glance, you can't buy it, you can't be fooled".

Song Gensheng's face couldn't stand the test after all, and he was so embarrassed by the store guy that his face was almost buried in the crotch of his pants, and he couldn't wait to get out of the door immediately.

I have to say that although the shouting of the shop guys is vulgar, it is very effective.

Sure enough, the attention of several tables of readers in the restaurant was attracted, and everyone looked around and found Song Gensheng sitting alone by the window.

After reading it, I found that this young man was too tender, not only dressed ordinarily, looking poor and despairing, but also seemed to be very shy and wooden.

Such a young man, can he write poetry?

Immediately, several literati in the restaurant sneered disdainfully.

Although it is not right to judge people by their appearance, but the appearance of this young man is too far from the word "talent", obviously a child of a peasant family, I don't know how to steal a few pennies from adults and come to the restaurant to open a meat, the wine is drunk before the throat is drunk, and he dares to inscribe poems on the wall in front of the public.

"Heh, can anyone be called a 'genius' these days? The word 'talent' has become a curse. A literati muttered under his breath.

After all, the literati still had some self-cultivation, although they were dissatisfied with the shopkeepers calling them "talents", but they didn't say it out loud.

It's just that this sentence speaks to the hearts of most of the literati in the restaurant.

Song Gensheng became more and more helpless under the many sneering eyes, and his face turned red.

At a table in a remote corner of the hall, there sat a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a brocade robe, wearing a black silk scarf, and a jade belt around his waist.

The middle-aged man sat alone at a table, and there were more than a dozen people sitting on several tables around him, and several tables faintly surrounded the middle-aged man's table in the center, with a hidden guard posture, which showed that the middle-aged man's identity was quite extraordinary.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was strange, the young man who wanted to compose poetry was at a loss, and the literati had not moved for a long time, so they whispered and discussed.

A literati who looked like a guest got up and walked towards the middle-aged man, knelt down behind him, leaned into the middle-aged man's ear and said: "Jieshuai, the literati here are crowned by monkeys, and they have a false appearance, it is an indecent place, Jieshuai might as well leave early, and there is still news from you in the Jieshuai's Mansion." ”

The middle-aged man known as the festival marshal smiled slightly, looking very literati, and said indifferently: "It's okay, don't fight for a while, sooner or later, let's see how the poems written by this young man are, this official has not seen a talented person who dares to openly inscribe poems at such a young age for some years." ”

The curtain guest quietly pursed his lips and whispered: "This young man is weak and timid, but his eyes are straight but his eyes are distracted, and a real talented person should not be so cringe-bearing. With all due respect, I can't see that he has the slightest talent, and he reluctantly composes poetry, for fear that he will be laughing and generous. ”

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently: "Just watch a folk liveliness, it's not bad to get a little bit of laughter, don't care about the result." ”

Seeing the middle-aged man say this, the curtain bin had no choice but to smile and no longer persuade him to leave.

The shopkeeper diligently sent pen and ink, Song Gensheng was already difficult to ride a tiger at this time, gritted his teeth, and finally took the pen and ink, found a white wall, and under the ridicule of everyone, Song Gensheng picked up the pen and wrote it.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know ...... the heavenly palace"

While Song Gensheng was writing, the literati in the restaurant were silently reading, reading and reading, and everyone's expressions gradually changed.

In the Tang Dynasty, long and short sentences were actually despised by most literati, thinking that it was too popular, similar to the music of the music, and lost its elegance.

But today's long and short sentences of Song Gensheng's inscription, the words and sentences are not cheesy, every word is exquisite, the whole poem is read down, people can't help but pat the case and admire, the literati in the restaurant silently chanted, and there was no more sarcasm on their faces.

Until Song Gensheng finished the whole Mid-Autumn Festival, the restaurant was silent, with a hint of weird atmosphere in the quiet.

The shock in the silence is more shocking than the loud applause.

Song Gensheng finished the first word, carefully put down the pen, and felt that something was wrong, it was too quiet behind him, even if it was sarcastic and ridiculed, someone had to speak, right?

So Song Gensheng turned around and faced the literati in the restaurant. Then he froze, and all he saw was a dull stare, and the man who was reading words with his eyes closed, as if he was smacking and savoring word by word.

Song Gensheng blinked quickly.

Seem...... Good response? Although he repeatedly admired Gu Qing's Mid-Autumn Festival, seeing everyone's reaction at this moment, Song Gensheng found that he still underestimated the subtlety of this poem.

The sense of shame in his heart became stronger and stronger, but Song Gensheng still had to follow Gu Qing's instructions, straighten his clothes, face everyone with a long wave, and said loudly: "Down, Song Gensheng of Shiqiao Village." ”

This self-introduction is what Gu Qing particularly emphasized, what is equivalent to the address on the express delivery order, without this introduction, everything Song Gensheng did today was in vain. Although he didn't understand what Gu Qing meant by "express order", he still did it honestly.

After the introduction, Song Gensheng left abruptly, leaving behind a group of literati who were still savoring and touching.

At the remote table, the middle-aged man closed his eyes and silently recited the Mid-Autumn Festival words several times, and finally opened his eyes, and found that the young man with the inscription had disappeared, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but show a look of missing his wrist.

"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles...... Good sentence, good sentence! The middle-aged man sighed and said with a blank expression: "From now on, the words of the Mid-Autumn Festival will be wasted." ”

The curtain guests behind the table also looked admiring, mixed with a hint of shame that had just belittled the young man, and he was also silently reciting this poem, and suddenly frowned and said: "Festival handsome, today has already passed the Mid-Autumn Festival, why did the young man write a Mid-Autumn Festival poem in the restaurant?" Although it is a good word and a good sentence, it is not suitable for the situation after all......"

The middle-aged man smiled: "Such a wonderful word, if it is made by this official, it doesn't matter what season, what is the right situation, this official can't wait to show off the inscription anytime and anywhere, but in my life, I can only make such a good poem that will be famous for the ages, which is enough for me to show off for a lifetime." ”

With a solemn expression, the middle-aged man sighed: "People can't look good, I didn't expect that young man to have such a talent that is the best in the world, it's really eye-catching." This person's poetry is peerless, and there will be a lot of things in his chest, this person, I want to find it. ”

The curtain guest suddenly showed embarrassment: "Jie Shuai, Your Majesty's will has been under for half a year, and the Jie Shuai is still on the road and has not taken office, and the time has been delayed for too long, I am afraid that Chang'an will blame ......."

The middle-aged man smiled heartily: "How difficult it is to walk in Shu, half a year from Chang'an to Shuzhou, it is already good, before leaving, Your Majesty summoned me, I told Your Majesty in advance, Your Majesty will not blame me, looking for a young man in the people, delayed only a day or two, what are you afraid of." ”

After tasting the Mid-Autumn Festival words again, the middle-aged man sighed: "What a wonderful word, Shiqiao Village, Shiqiao Village...... It's worth a line. ”