Because I was writing on the ground, and it was on the floor of a department store, it was difficult not to attract the attention of others.

After a while, the surrounding pedestrians began to follow the fine tradition of the Dahua people to carry out the onlookers to the end, and began to gather here.

However, the old man didn't care at all, and slowly wrote on the ground with a pen.

However, before the old man could finish writing, a security guard rushed over, "Eh! What are you doing? ”

Then I saw the old man writing poems on the ground.

"Huh! No scribbling here! The security guard quickly shouted.

"Eh, big brother security guard discourages." Zhou Ruocheng hurriedly stepped forward, "This old gentleman is also impressed, so you can give it a round of accommodation." ”

"Accommodating, accommodating, you woolen accommodating!" The security guard shouted, "Pull this old man up!" Erase what you wrote for me! ”

"Eh, eh, eh..."Zhou Ruocheng also helplessly pulled the security guard to the "big brother security, you can be accommodating...... This old gentleman is not a little strange, you just got from him, right? ”

"No, if you have a problem with your brain, just stay at home, what does it mean to bring him out? Doesn't that burden us? "The security guard wasn't happy to arrive.

With your IQ, you can only be a security guard.... Zhou Ruocheng looked at him helplessly, and finally took it out of his pocket, "That big brother... You're on my face... Turn a blind eye......"

"How much is your face worth?!" The security guard was still unhappy, and then he felt the things that Zhou Ruocheng secretly sent to him, and looked at it, it was a few money tickets.

looked at Zhou Ruocheng and then at the old gentleman who was still attached to the ground, and the security guard quietly stuffed the things Zhou Ruocheng gave himself into his arms, "Let him finish writing, only this one...... I'm done writing the machine, and I'm leaving! With that, he turned and left.

When Zhou Ruocheng turned his head, the old gentleman had already stood up, and it seemed that he had finished writing the poem.

"Sir, is this done?" Zhou Ruocheng asked.

"Well, sir, look." Zhao Qingyuan pointed to the words on the ground.

"I'll see." Zhou Ruocheng looked at the words on the ground.

The old gentleman wrote a seven-character poem.

Turned into a yellow spring and fell on the other side,

The dragon finally faded.

Thousands of reincarnations have not been settled,

Ten thousand kinds of customs.

"Roar." Zhou Ruocheng smiled: "Wonderful." ”

"Oh? Little brother, do you also know poetry? The old gentleman turned his head to look at Zhou Ruocheng.

"I understand a little bit." Zhou Ruocheng was rarely humble.

"I don't think it's that simple, do I? I think this girl has always been called little brother your husband, is the little brother also a gentleman? The old gentleman said.

"It's true that I'm a teacher, but it's just a habit for her to call me." Zhou Ruocheng replied.

"Back to Mr. Lao's words, Qingyuan used to be indeed a student of Mr., and now we...."Zhao Qingyuan didn't continue, just blushed.

"Hahaha, that's great." The old gentleman laughed again. "Then this little brother, since you have boasted about Haikou, why don't you explain these verses of mine?"

"Isn't it a little too boring, sir, for you to ask me that? Why don't you let my wife analyze it? If there is anything missing, shall I add it? Zhou Ruocheng asked.

"Oh? This girl can also interpret poetry? The old gentleman asked with some surprise.

"Don't underestimate my wife, how can I say that people are also the first in Jiangzhou." Zhou Ruocheng was not ashamed after bragging.

"Is this young lady so powerful? Well, it's up to this young lady to interpret the poem! The old gentleman stretched out a hand and motioned to Zhao Qingyuan, "Come on, little girl, let the old man see how you understand." ”

"Old man, it's boring for you to interpret poetry like this, why don't we have some color?" Zhou Ruocheng mentioned it again.

"Yes," said the old gentleman with a smile, "what do you want to do?" ”

"If I lose, old man, how about I invite you to the most expensive hotel in Shanghai to eat, bathe, and massage?" Zhou Ruocheng said: "It can be regarded as fulfilling the etiquette of my host." ”

"Okay, if I lose, then I'll give you all the money you just paid for the security guard's call, what do you think?" The old gentleman also said.

Zhou Ruocheng was also stunned, but he didn't expect the old gentleman to still care about this, and then laughed, "Okay, just do what you say." ”

"Then little girl, let the old man see what you think." Talking about the old gentleman and most of it

The old man began to stroke his beard.

"Then I'll say it......" Zhao Qingyuan read the poem for a long time and raised her head.

"It's okay, just understand the article as before, give you a little hint, literally." Zhou Ruocheng replied.

Zhao Qingyuan glanced at the old gentleman.

The old gentleman also looked at himself with a smile.

"Then I'll be ugly." Zhao Qingyuan walked to the side of the poem: "Turn into a yellow spring and fall on the other side, turn into clouds and dragons, and finally fade away." ”

"These two verses literally mean the sustenance of the spirit, expressing the poet's determination to achieve something, the Yellow River, the dragon, the exaggerated technique shows the heroic feelings, but the last three words of the other side, the end of the smoke has formed a turning point, the meaning has changed from the beginning of the heroic to regretful." Zhao Qingyuan said.

"Is it really a pity?" Zhou Ruocheng asked with a smile.

"I'm not sorry." Zhao Qingyuan also reacted, "The meaning of this poem has different meanings when it comes out of the mouths of different people, and now at least two types of people can be seen." ”

"What are the two categories?" The old gentleman asked with a smile.

One is to take advantage of the tongue, knowing that you have nothing but are jealous of other people's achievements, and the meaning of this sentence becomes: if you can't eat grapes, you can say that grapes are sour, that is, if you become the Yellow River, you can only reach the other side in the end, and even if you become a dragon, you will eventually turn into a cloud...... Formed a kind of uncomfortable person to comfort his words. Zhao Qingyuan replied.

"Wonderful, what about the other one?" The old gentleman asked again.

"There is another kind, that is, like you, old man, it is not as good as old age, and after how many rights and wrongs have passed, in the end it will become a cloud of the past." Zhao Qingyuan said, "Turning into a yellow spring and falling on the other side, turning into clouds and dragons, and finally fading." This sentence has become a joke of yours, sir, no matter what it becomes, it doesn't matter to you. ”

"Little girl, what you said is good, but I'm not as free and easy as you think, so I can only give myself some comfort in poetry, haha." The old gentleman touched his beard and said.

"Thank you, sir." Zhao Qingyuan coughed. "Then I'll continue."

"Okay." The old gentleman continued to look at Zhao Qingyuan.

"The reincarnation of thousands of generations has never been settled, and thousands of customs are destined for mortals." Zhao Qingyuan frowned, "Old man, forgive Qingyuan for being presumptuous, are you dissatisfied with your current state?" ”

"Life will inevitably produce regrets, like at my age, it is inevitable that there will be some feelings." The old gentleman said.

"There will be regrets, and regrets will have memories, and memories are very important." Zhou Ruocheng said, "It is precisely because of memories that people will have color in their lives." ”

"Little brother, you seem to be a person with a story, huh?" The old gentleman asked.

"I can't do those things on the table, and I can't stand it anymore in retrospect." Zhou Ruocheng said with a smile.

"The meaning of the whole sentence of this poem shows that even if you are not satisfied every time, if you give yourself another chance, you will still face it with confidence, even if you fail thousands of times, you must have a fighting mentality." Zhao Qingyuan said.

"Little girl, do you think this is what this fateful person means?" The old gentleman asked.

"The literal meaning seems to be some boastful boasting, but if you look at it in combination with your situation, Mr. Lao, I don't think you are boasting, although you do have the capital to brag about Mr. Lao, but you are not so much praising yourself, but rather warning others, no matter how you fail, you must have enough confidence, only failure, in order to practice a state of understanding." Zhao Qingyuan replied.

"Haha, wonderful." The old gentleman laughed again, and it seemed that Zhao Qingyuan's statement was also accepted by the old gentleman.

"Then the meaning of the whole song is: become the Yellow River and eventually reach the other side, turn into a dragon and finally become the clouds of the past, even if it has experienced thousands of reincarnations, it has never been stable, and it is necessary to have pretentious confidence while practicing thousands of charms." Zhao Qingyuan said. "What you want to explain is actually to warn future generations that no matter what you do, it will become ethereal in the end, but no matter how many setbacks you have experienced, you must have an eight-sided exquisite heart."

"Very good, I have to say that little girl, you are the most insightful student I have ever met, it seems that your husband has taught you well." The old gentleman touched his beard and said.

"This is also thanks to Mr., after all, Mr. He was born in the imperial examination." Zhao Qingyuan hurriedly said.

"Oh? It turned out that he was born in the imperial examination? Disrespectful and disrespectful. The old gentleman hurriedly saluted Zhou Ruocheng and said, "Then dare to ask why Your Excellency didn't enter the court as an official and become a gentleman here?" ”

"Ahh Mr. You're here: thousands of generations of reincarnation have never been settled, and thousands of customs are destined for everyone

。 Ah......" Zhou Ruocheng said with a haha.

The old gentleman also laughed, "Your Excellency is so open-minded, the old man admires it." ”

"So old man, Qing Yuan's poem is quite satisfactory? How do we calculate this bet? Zhou Ruocheng asked.

"The little girl has fully analyzed, but I am not deliberately making things difficult for you, you are indeed so bad." The old gentleman used his finger to draw a very small size, "It is not a simple matter to get money from the old man. ”

"I said, old man, you don't want to give money, do you?" An onlooker said, "If you want to gamble and lose, don't you set up a dragon gate formation here, okay?" ”

"Huh! Don't say anything about this gentleman, since the old man said that there are still clues, then I must tell the truth, and I can't help but tell half a lie. The old gentleman said.

"How Qingyuan, what do you think else is interesting?" Zhou Ruocheng asked in Zhao Qingyuan's ear.

"Sir.... I really couldn't see anything for a while. Zhao Qingyuan said helplessly.

"Sir tells you, in fact, this poem has a hidden meaning, and it is only four words." Zhou Ruocheng said.

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"Eh, little brother, what you did is not right, don't say that the old man doesn't admit it when the time comes, this is what you prompted first." The old gentleman hurriedly said.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it, Qingyuan, take a closer look, it's actually very simple." Zhou Ruocheng said.

Zhao Qingyuan frowned again and read the poem for a while, and finally asked tentatively, "Old man... Qingyuan doesn't know if her judgment is correct, this poem can't be a hidden poem, right? ”

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone present immediately began to look at the first word of the poem.

Turned into a yellow spring and fell on the other side,

The dragon finally faded.

Thousands of reincarnations have not been settled,

Ten thousand kinds of customs.

The first word of each sentence is connected by the four words "ever-changing".

"Hahaha," the old gentleman laughed, "didn't the old man say it, just a little bit." ”

"And what do you mean, old sir?" Zhao Qingyuan immediately showed a happy look.

"I am willing to lose the bet, little brother, I will give you back this money." The old gentleman took out a big gold ingot from his arms and slapped it in Zhou Ruocheng's hand.

"Huh... Old gentleman, there are not so many...."Zhou Ruocheng hurriedly said.

"I'm sorry, the old man didn't bring any money, so he wronged the little brother." The old gentleman said.

"Is that ......" Zhou Ruocheng also smiled helplessly, and finally put away the gold ingot.

The people on the side looked at the intact gold ingot, that specification, at least twenty or thirty taels, this bet, is it a little too generous.

"Haha, little girl, since you have guessed everything, then the old man will give you the power to nominate this poem." The old gentleman said.

"What? Nominate? Zhao Qingyuan was also stunned.

"Yes." The old gentleman replied.

"No, no, no, no." Zhao Qingyuan said.

"Why not?" The old gentleman asked, "Don't you like the little girl?" ”

"No, old man, you are so talented, Qingyuan is only a shallow learner, how can you compare to the height of the old man? When the time comes, it will be to disgrace you, old man, with this verse. Zhao Qingyuan said.

"You can't say that, ability is not determined by age, so you don't have to be so uneasy." The old gentleman said.

"Qingyuan, the old gentleman said so, you can try it, just follow your ideas." Zhou Ruocheng said.

"Then since that's the case..."Zhao Qingyuan stepped forward with some hesitation.

"Come, little girl." The old gentleman handed over the pen in his hand.

Zhao Qingyuan took the pen, leaned down and wrote three words on the upper left side of the poem.

Destiny.

"Thinking about the fan.... Hahahaha! The old gentleman laughed.

"What do you think, sir?" Zhao Qingyuan asked.

"I'm satisfied!" The old gentleman replied.

"That's great." Zhao Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's an honor to be able to meet the two of you today, it's not too early, I think my apprentice is still looking for me, so I'll leave first." With that, he left.

"Wave your sleeves and don't take away the clouds." Zhou Ruocheng muttered.

"Sir." Zhao Qingyuan looked at Zhou Ruocheng.

"Qingyuan doesn't want to know, this old gentleman must be an extraordinary person." Zhou Ruocheng looked at the old gentleman's back and said.