Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Lonely Corner of the Si People (Part I)

"It turns out that the grass saint Zhang Xu also had such a young age! God, Zhang's trip is really worthwhile! The same liveliness is seen in Zhang Qian's eyes, but it is very different from everyone around him.

In the past, in the 21st century, whether he looked at Wang Zhilian, Zhang Jiuling, or Zhang Xu, they were all a few lifeless words on books, or a portrait printed on paper.

Whether he worships them, or mischievously fills their portraits with mustaches, bicycles, and flying broomsticks, these people are always beings he needs to look up to, like cold stars in the night sky that are billions of light-years away.

And now, these people are all standing in front of him, the same age as him, sharing the same food, beautiful scenery, and the same excitement with him!

Next, these people may also get together with him to call him brothers, drink and go crazy. Grow together, sing, and even fight side by side. Witness the upcoming Kaiyuan era together, and share the glory and dreams of the Chinese nation in the Middle Ages!

How happy and lucky will this be? A little thought about it makes people's blood boil.

He, Zhang Qian, will watch Wang Zhilian grow from a young ranger to an optimus pillar in the Biansai poetry school. He, Zhang Qian, will watch Zhang Jiuling grow from a Jiupin sesame official who returned to Beijing to report on his work, to a famous face through the ages. He, Zhang Qian, will watch Zhang Xu with his own eyes, from a hot-blooded scholar, to a Chinese grass saint, a legend of the ancient wine country. He, Zhang Qian, will see with his own eyes......

He will look at them.

They will also look at him.

He became, and eventually became, one of them. Shine the entire Datang starry sky together!

"Thank you, God!" Secretly twisted his head, wiped the corners of his eyes, and thanked Zhang Qian silently in his heart.

He decided to make peace with God completely. Since then, they have never been able to greet each other's ancestors at every turn. Although, although God never heard his scolding, he may not care about his gratitude.

Although, although God threw him into the black hole of space-time, he didn't give him the old man and the monster-fighting upgrade system that he could carry with him.

Just as my heart was surging, there was a sudden burst of "ding ding dong" music in my ears. When I looked up again, I saw a young man with a beard, playing a sword and singing. The voice was loud and bright, and instantly resounded in the sky: "The severe frost seals the grass and the trees are red." Leaves fall all over the ground, and the small garden is empty. Where is the hibiscus on the stream, and the wild chrysanthemums on the fence are smiling in the autumn wind......"

"Wang Ziyu is crazy, and he won't let Lao Tzu live!" The guard covered his forehead with his hand, and he didn't want to feel pain.

"Brother Ziyu is in a hurry, especially when you have wine at hand!" Knowing that it was the first time for Zhang Qian to participate in this kind of poetry meeting, Wang Zhilian whispered very intimately beside him, "He is from Taiyuan, and his single name is a Han character." He is uninhibited by nature and likes to travel around with a sword. Last year, I once used a sentence, drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times, so that all the talents present suddenly didn't have the courage to write! Today, everyone put the chrysanthemum, and he threw the jade first, and then, I'm afraid that people who want to write poems will have to weigh whether they take out a brick or not. ”

"So it's him?" Zhang Qian immediately matched the beard of playing the sword and singing with the memory in his mind.

It's just that Wang Han in his memory is far less vivid and interesting than Wang Han in front of him. is so uninhibited that he just writes well, ignoring whether the latecomers still have the courage to write.

Based on the experience gained from interacting with classmates in college, Zhang Qianqian is usually uninhibited and uninhibited, and he is not a scheming and gloomy person. So in addition to appreciating, he instinctively wanted to get closer, meet Wang Han with a glass of wine, and chat a few idle words. Unexpectedly, before he could move his steps, he saw He Zhizhang's scholar He Jun, and hurriedly ran towards him.

"Zhang Shaolangjun, Zhang Shaolangjun. My lord said that he would like to introduce a few seniors to you. I can't get out of myself, so let me come over and ask you, are you free right now? Without waiting for Zhang Qian to ask the other party's intention, He Jun stopped and told him very politely.

"Mrs. He often looks for me?" Zhang Qian was stunned, hesitated and turned his head to look around. Soon, on the other side of the garden, under a rather large gazebo, I saw He Zhizhang holding a wine cup and signaling to him from afar.

Not daring to let the other party wait for a long time, he hurriedly confessed to Wang Zhilian and Wei Dao, turned around and went straight to the big pavilion. Kankan just came to the vicinity, and heard He Zhizhang say with a smile: "Here, he's here!" Long Weng, Dao Ji, An Zhi, this is the Zhang Yongzhao I just mentioned to the three. Although I am a child of the Mo family, I have a deep understanding of Confucian scriptures. Occasional words, it can even be regarded as a stone of other mountains. ”

This can't just be regarded as putting gold on Zhang Qian's face, it's almost like pouring gold dust directly from the top of his head. praised Zhang Qian, and suddenly felt hot. Hurriedly bent down and saluted the four elders in the pavilion, including He Zhizhang, "After the end of school, I entered Zhang Qian and saw Senior He." I've met all of you! The younger generation does not know the height of the sky, and the words of the sages are nonsense, and they are smiling and generous, and please forgive me! ”

"What does it mean to be smiling and generous? If everyone can't speak when they see their predecessors, then how can they know their lack of knowledge? On purely academic issues, He Zhizhang was never as cautious as he was about officialdom disputes, and immediately took over the conversation and retorted with a smile, "Young people, you can't be too humble, otherwise, you will lose your sharpness." To get an axe, you must be at the gate of Luban. In this way, you can let Lu Ban give you some pointers. And Naluban, when he is old, twilight will inevitably cover his eyes. Seeing the shadow of the young man's axe, maybe you can also get some inspiration and make your own skills go further! ”

"The seniors are open-minded, and the juniors admire!" Zhang Qian was said to be nervous in his heart, and smiled again.

"There's no need to admire, send more people to send some good wine in the future, just come to my home! To tell the truth, since I drank your wine, all the other drinks in Chang'an City have become mash! He Zhizhang joked with a smile, and then stretched out his hand to the old man opposite, "Come, Yongzhao, this old friend who has seen me, Long Ze, surnamed Bi, a single name and a word, was ordered to patrol Runzhou a few years ago, and now he has just returned to Chang'an to report on his work!" ”

"Junior Zhang Yongzhao of Hejian, I have seen Long Weng!" Zhang Qian saw that the old man's hair was white, and immediately respectfully gave the younger generation the gift of meeting the elders.

"Little friend, you don't have to be polite, the old man took half of the wine you gave Ji Weng a few days ago. In the past few days, the wine worms have been surging, but I didn't expect to see the original owner of the wine in Shi Weng's house! Bi Gou, who was called Long Weng, smiled and got up, clenching his fists slightly.

"The younger generation specially brought people to make four barrels to cheer up today's chrysanthemum feast." Seeing that the old man didn't have any shelves at all, Zhang Qian's mood was even more relaxed, he thought about it, and revealed with a smile, "Senior Zhang, I have already ordered someone to send the wine to the back kitchen." It should be warmed in a flask, and then it will be served. ”

"In this way, the wine in this cup can no longer be drunk!" When Bi Gou heard this, he decisively pushed aside the wine cup beside him, along with the rice wine inside, and announced with a laugh.

"The old man also has this intention!" He Zhizhang laughed and agreed, and then stretched out his hand to a middle-aged man with black hair next to Bi Gou, "Yongzhao, this is also a friend of the old man, Zhang Daoji, a single name." There is an air of grandeur in his articles. If you want to go to school in the future, you might as well use it to think about it repeatedly. ”

"Junior Zhang Qian, I've seen Daogong!" Seeing too many celebrities in a day, Zhang Qian's heart became numb. He bowed generously and saluted the future Kaiyuan era in front of him.

"You're welcome!" Zhang Shuo smiled, stood up, and gently arched his hand. Ji Weng's words really raised Zhang too high. If you are interested in studying, it is better to choose his articles to figure out. He's a real champion! ”

"Daoji, you are using the old man as a shield again!" He Zhizhang immediately took over the conversation, smiled and "condemned", and then stretched out his hand to the third elder present and solemnly introduced Zhang Qian.

This person's name is Wang Shi, and the word is Anzhi. It's also an article everyone. However, Zhang Qian did not notice his name in history and literature books. Therefore, there was no turmoil in my heart, and I generously saluted and greeted each other.

"Today's chrysanthemum feast, you brought wine, but you brought poems?" He Zhizhang took advantage of Zhang Ruoxu's garden to invite so many young people to the banquet, which originally meant to take the opportunity to promote the younger generations. Therefore, when Zhang Qian met with the elders in the pavilion one by one, he immediately asked with a smile.

Zhang Qian had already been hinted at countless times by Zhang Ruoxu, and he almost caught the knife for him directly, so he must have made some preparations in advance. At this moment, I heard He Zhizhang ask, and hurriedly responded cheekily, "Youlao, this junior asked, the younger generation is not good at poetry. In the last few days, I have been thinking about it for a long time, and I have barely put together a song. I really don't dare to take it out and pollute people's ears and eyes! ”

"What is called polluting people's ears and eyes, composing poetry, paying attention to the voice from the heart. As long as it's made with heart, you might as well take it out and take a look! He Zhizhang didn't give him a chance to be modest, just smiled and urged.

"Then the junior will be ugly!" Zhang Qian was helpless, so he put his hand into his sleeve, took out the poem that he had been pondering for several nights before piecing it out from the pocket inside, and asked He Zhizhang to correct it in person.

The reason why he would rather show his ugliness than do that copying is not that he has any moral cleanliness, but that he is really a little unbearable.

An amazing person like Zhang Ruoxu left two poems in his life. He copied one song, and half of it was missing. casually put half of other people's achievements on your face, and you will definitely not have a child in the future.

And Datang's medical technology is not developed, and it is impossible to make artificial anus. However, in the 21st century, those pirates and copyists need not worry about this. In addition to earning a lot of money, they have also made great contributions to the anorectal department.

And like the poems that are written a lot, such as the masterpieces of the perfect old man, Zhang Qian couldn't look down on them at all before. Although among the more than 40,000 poems, you can catch chrysanthemums casually. But the quality of the masterpiece, which is so stable that it is terrible. Almost every work of the old boy in the village seems to have no one that can meet the standard, let alone which poem can make people shine.

Therefore, instead of copying this kind of poem, it is better for Zhang Qian to make it up himself. Although he may not be clever in compilation, as He Zhizhang said, he pays attention to writing poems from the heart. As long as it is done with heart, there is no shame in the poor quality.

As for his "masterpiece", after being read by He Zhizhang, will it be crumpled into a paper ball on the spot. Zhang Qian couldn't care about it. Anyway, his level is like that, and if he works hard for another ten years, he won't be able to enter He Zhizhang's eyes.

"Guanju, everyone, listen to me." Just as he was about to accept the baton head-on, He Zhizhang had already knocked on the table as an accompaniment, and read out the poem he had written. "Under the lonely east fence, two or three bushes are sparse, just for the flowers to bloom late, and the spring breeze must not be reported!" (Note: The poem is made up randomly, and the class has an axe to make a laugh.) ）

Bi Gou and Wang Shi listened, frowned slightly, and then nodded and smiled. Obviously, Zhang Qian's "axe" today is a little too clumsy in their eyes.

And that Zhang said, after frowning, he didn't immediately stretch out. Quickly looked at Zhang Qian, and asked in a deep voice: "How old is Yong Zhao this year, why is his mood so depressed?" If the young man pretends to be sad, it's just a matter of it. If you really feel it, Zhang is about twice as old as you, but I want to persuade you to go out and walk more. Socialize more with Zhang Bogao, Wang Jiling and Wang Ziyu, so as not to cause people to grow old and lose their hearts first! ”