However, why did Li Bai say that after the person verified it, he said that he was not that person?

So who are you?

Yang Jian also fell into a daze.

To be honest, it's not right for you to say that he is not curious about his current identity at all, but it is not right for you to say how curious you are.

But who is your current identity?

"Who the hell are you?"

Li Bai looked at Yang Jian and suddenly asked.

"I've already told you, my name is Yang Jian, I've been an orphan since I was a child, and I've been traveling everywhere, and then I met my grandfather Xu Geng a few days ago and lived in Chang'an."

Yang Jian felt that she was not lying.

However, it sounds so much like a lie.

"Well, I'm just asking casually, you don't have to be nervous, but, you know, sooner or later, those who should come will come, and those who should know will know sooner or later, it's useless for you to be in a hurry now, so, now, let's wash up early and go out for breakfast, we're all starving!"

Li Bai looked at Yang Jian and smiled, then sat up from the bed.

It was Xu Geng, the old man on the other end of the bed, who seemed to have been asleep and never woke up.

"Grandpa, grandpa?"

Yang Jian quickly got dressed, then crawled next to his grandfather Xu Geng, and shook vigorously.

"Uh-huh, what's wrong, good grandson?"

Xu Geng looked at Yang Jian with a confused face.

"Grandpa, it's time to get up."

Yang Jian said with a smile.

Isn't it said that older people don't sleep much, why does grandpa sleep so deeply? However, Li Bai said that someone entered his room last night, and the three of them were also used with incense, maybe it has something to do with incense? Grandpa's body is still the test of the incense, it's probably good to wake up, right?

It's just that in the room, there seems to be a vague residue of last night's incense, which is a very unique aroma.

"Oh, it's so bright?"

Xu Geng looked surprised when he looked at the sky outside the window.

"Yes, grandpa, let's go have breakfast."

Yang Jian urged.

The three of them washed up, went downstairs together, and had breakfast.

This was the first time Yang Jian had eaten such a hearty breakfast.

"Uncle Taibai, have you been living here since you came to Chang'an?"

Yang Jian said while nibbling on a piece of flax cake.

"yes."

Remembering that he had been in the capital for a few days and had intervened in many powerful and wealthy families, most of them were just polite, but there was no actual help, and he was anxious.

I am over 30 years old, and I say that I will stand at 30, when will I be able to stand up? From Shuzhou out of Sichuan, into the hinterland of the Central Plains, all the way to the mountains and rivers, make friends, splash poetry, although it is also very pleasant, but the faint anxiety and sadness in the bottom of the heart is not what the mountains and rivers can sustenance.

"Uncle Taibai, do you have any friends in Chang'an?"

Yang Jian felt that the flax cake was really fragrant.

"Friends?"

Li Bai frowned.

Do you have any friends in Chang'an?

He wasn't sure.

Before coming to Chang'an, his poems had already entered Chang'an before himself, and some poetry friends had sung poems with him, but he didn't feel that they were all his friends.

At least, of the people he has visited these days, they don't seem to be as enthusiastic as the poems suggest.

The only exception may be Meng Haoran, who loves mountains and rivers as much as himself, right?

Before he entered Beijing, Meng Haoran had written to him, inviting him to enter Chang'an together and meet him.

"That's right, rely on your parents at home, rely on your friends when you go out, and it's easy to walk when you have more friends."

Yang Jian remembered a song she had sung in her previous life.

But in fact, he despised his words in his heart, and went out to rely on friends? Where are the friends in this world?

Most of them are just flowers blooming, and no one asks.

However, most of the time, there are always real friends in this world, although real friends are rarer than giant pandas.

"Perhaps."

Li Bai smiled bitterly.

I am already an adult, but it is also more intoxicating to listen to a little doll teach me the way of doing things.

"Well, by the way, Uncle Taibai, do you have any other poems that you are most satisfied with, can you show me?"

Yang Jian looked at Li Bai and asked.

"The most satisfying poem? New or old? ”

Li Bai was a little curious why Yang Jian asked like this.

"Well, it's okay to make new and old works, as long as it's the one that Uncle Taibai is most satisfied with."

Yang Jian continued to ask.

"The most satisfying, I'll think about it first-"

Although he began to write poetry at the age of eight, it would not be an exaggeration to say that his writings were equal to his body, but when it came to what he was really satisfied with, he was in a difficult situation for a while.

Yang Jian didn't speak, just looked at Li Bai.

"I think about it, among the poems I've written over the years, this one is probably the most satisfying."

Li Bai slapped his thigh and suddenly said loudly.

"Oh?"

Yang Jian's eyes also lit up.

"Hit the building and drink the wine, and the sword song is easy to water. After Prince Yan, the ≠ years of the state bears the courage, and the fierce self-fight sometimes hits Lu Goujian, and does not bully each other, "Ling Nian Shaojin City East, Silver Saddle White Horse Spring Breeze 'Flower Wandering Where, Laughing into the Orchid Wine Shop. ”

Such an ancient poem has a unique charm in Li Bai's mouth, perhaps because of the blessing of Li Bai's own celebrity halo?

In short, Yang Jian felt that he was already very good at reciting.

However, he has never heard of this poem, and among the Li Bai poems he has recited, this one should be regarded as an unpopular one, right? However, this is the male god's own favorite work?

Yang Jian was a little confused.

However, looking at the look on Li Bai's face and the light in his eyes, it seems that it should be enough to arouse some emotion in his heart, right? It's all about his own youthful spirit, and his feelings of revenge and hard reward?

And it seems that it should have been done in his youth.

The whole poem is full of youthful spirit.

"What's the name of this poem?"

After carefully revisiting it again, Yang Jian's feelings about this poem became a little more profound, and it seemed to arouse a certain melancholy and chivalry in his heart.

That's also the boy of your dreams?

"Boy, okay."

Li Bai smiled slightly, especially when he talked about the word youth, there was a burning light in his eyes.

Enthusiastic and full.

"Okay, then this one, Uncle Taibai, you give me this poem, I dare to fort, it won't be long before everyone in Chang'an City will compete to make friends with you."

Yang Jian looked at Li Bai and smiled slightly.

"Okay!"

Li Bai also smiled.

However, his smile is different from Yang Jian's self-confidence, his smile is a kind of laughing and passing laughter, and the words of a yellow-mouthed child are probably just purely comforting an old man's broken heart.

Since he arrived in Chang'an for so long, he has tried countless methods, but there is no way to knock on the door of the powerful in Chang'an City, how dare he boast of such a Haikou as a child?

"Well, by the way, Uncle Taibai, my grandfather and I are going back after breakfast, my sister was home alone last night, we were very worried and wanted to go and see her."

Yang Jian had already finished breakfast, and tried hard to recite the song several times to make sure that he would not forget it.

"Okay, we'll see you later."

Li Bai sat still and didn't move.

He looked at Yang Jian's eyes but there was a trace of reluctance, and after only a short time together, he felt that he had some kind of special relationship with the child in front of him.

I'm playing entertainment in the Tang Dynasty Latest Chapter 88 Juvenile Trip URL: