The pear orchard is really a pear orchard, all of which are pear trees, and the garden covers a wide area.

Yang Jian and the others followed behind Li Guinian, and walked for a long time before stopping.

In front of me was an even larger and ancient pear tree, the trunk of which could not be hugged by two or three people, and the branches of the tree were thousands of branches, and the roots were so vigorous that they stretched out until they covered the whole sky, and the snow was thick and covered in silver.

Under the pear tree, there was originally a stone coffee table, the coffee table was very large, carved with exquisite flowers, gurgling water, vivid rockery, and a kettle that had been boiling hot was bubbling at the moment.

The tea set has been set up and the teacups have been washed.

"Three, please."

Li Guinian sat down first, and then stretched out his hand to invite Yang Jian and the others to sit down.

"Thank you."

The three of them sat down according to their words, but they felt that the mood of the person in front of them was really unparalleled in the world, drinking tea in the snow and singing in the pear orchard, is there anything more elegant in this world than this?

"Sir, did you sing that Sauvignon Blanc just now?"

Yang Jian asked.

"Sing casually, let you laugh."

Li Guinian said while making tea for everyone.

"No, it's the best song I've ever heard, sir."

Yang Jian's words are definitely not flattery.

"Thank you Xiaoyou, speaking of singing, Li just heard the poem that Xiaoyou just read, and I feel amazing, may I ask, can you tell Li the whole picture of this poem?"

There was the Tang Dynasty, poetry and poetry, poems can be sung together, but later, all the music scores were lost, the songs were no longer left, only the lyrics remained, but they became poems and became a treasure heritage of literature, but for Li Guinian, whenever he encountered wonderful poems and good words, he must be regarded as a treasure, and only good poems and good words can compose good songs.

"Mr. Hui, I didn't write this poem."

Yang Jian knew that Brother Cen Shen should also be a person of this era, and he didn't want to pretend that when Ghost Li met Li Kui, it would be a shame to lose people.

"Oh, then dare I ask who wrote this poem?"

Li Guinian was even more curious.

Why is there such a good poem in this world, a child knows it, but he doesn't?

"Cen Jiazhou."

Yang Jian said a name.

"Xiaoyou is saying that this poem was written by Mr. Cen Shen just now? No wonder it is so meteorological and majestic. Can you tell Li the full picture of this poem? ”

As soon as he heard that it was Mr. Cen Shen, the most outstanding young generation poet of the Tang Dynasty, Li Guinian's eyes lit up again, he wanted to compose a masterpiece of Mr. Cen for a long time, but he had not met a poem that suited him for so long. He almost immediately moved his selfish intentions, and he must compose this song "Bai Xue Ge Sends the Military Judge to Return to Beijing" into a tune before other artists, sing it in Chang'an, and sing it all over the world, so as to show his idol!

"Of course you can, sir, please listen to Yang Jian slowly memorize-"

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he quickly went through this poem in his heart, after all, he hadn't memorized it for many years, fortunately, he was young and had profound children's skills, and the poems he memorized when he was a child were the most impressive and had the strongest memory

"The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

Scattered into the bead curtain wet curtain, the fox fur is not warm and thin.

The general's horns and bows are uncontrollable, and they are all cold in iron clothes.

The sea is dry and icy, and the gloomy clouds are bleak and condensed.

The Chinese army returned with wine and drinks, Huqin pipa and Qiang flute.

The snow is falling in the twilight, and the wind and red flags are not overturned.

Luntai East Gate sent Jun to go, and when he went, the snow was full of Tianshan Road.

The mountain loop turns around, and the snow leaves a place for horses. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry! Hahaha, I, Li Guinian, finally waited for Mr. Cen's poem! Hahahaha-"

Yang Jian had just finished reciting, and Li Guinian on the opposite side was already excited and couldn't help but dance, and with Li Guinian's hand dancing, in his mouth, the poem that Yang Jian had just finished reading had already presented another form, only to see Li Guinian's voice suddenly became vicissitudes, the singing was agitated, full of emotion, Yang Jian and others sat on the stone board, but they also felt a kind of blood boiling between their eyebrows.

What a majestic way to be!

What a hearty experience!

What a talented composer and singer!

Yang Jian looked at Li Guinian who was dancing and singing on the snow in the pear orchard in front of him, remembering the praise for him in the history books, and Du Fu's regret and admiration for him.

"The song of the gentleman deserves to be a heavenly man in the world!"

Yang Jian really couldn't think of any words of praise to express his praise for Li Guinian's singing skills.

"Xiaoyou smiled!"

Li Guinian sang a song, and then sat down cross-legged again.

"Mr. is too modest, and the world is fortunate to be able to hear Mr.'s song!"

Yang Jian praised sincerely, he remembered the songs he had watched on TV in his previous life, they were really not as good as the real ancient style of Li Guinian in front of him.

"Where did Xiaoyou hear about Mr. Cen's masterpiece?"

Li Guinian looked at the little doll in front of him, but he felt very surprised in his heart, you know, he and Cen Shen are also old friends, between the two, there was already a poetry and song exchange, even if Cen Shen later went to the Western Regions, but the correspondence between the two has never been interrupted, presumably he has a new work, so he will naturally inform him as soon as possible.

However, this Bai Xue song sent the military judge back to Beijing, such a masterpiece, but Mr. forgot to tell me?

"Oh, Mr. Hui, I also heard someone read it on a special occasion, so I wrote it down."

Yang Jian felt that he was not familiar with the people and things of these ancients, and it would be a bad thing if he got into trouble, and who knew in which year Cen Shen wrote this poem? What if, just in case—

I can't even think about it.

"I see, it seems that Xiaoyou has a wide range of friends."

When Li Guinian heard it, he felt another thing in his heart, he originally thought that he had made friends all over the world, but he didn't know that a child had already heard of his friend's poems, but he still didn't know a word.

"Mr. is too modest, Yang Jian only learned about it by chance, it's just that Mr. rapped just now, it's really good, I don't know if Mr. is willing to give the score to Yang Jian?"

Yang Jian is really in love with Li Guinian's casual creation just now, he wants to preserve this score and pass it on to future generations, thinking of so many excellent music works in ancient times, but future generations will never have the opportunity to see them, life regrets, what is more than this?

"Of course, little friend, wait a minute." After Li Guinian finished speaking, he turned his face and shouted in the direction of a house behind him: "Ah Li!" ”

"Sir called me?"

As Li Guinian's voice fell, a delicate girl's voice suddenly flashed from behind the pear tree.

"Ah Li, go and polish the ink for Mr., and prepare a piece of paper by the way."

Li Guinian waved his hand at Ah Li.

"Okay, sir, Ah Li will go and prepare."

After Ah Li finished speaking, Xiao Man's waist flashed and disappeared behind the pear tree again.

Yang Jian watched the figure of this girl named Ah Li disappear, but her eyes couldn't come back to her senses for a long time, what a green and compelling girl this is, any adjective in the world looks cliché to Ah Li's body, her eyebrows and eyes, her long hair, her small waist, her voice is like a yellow warbler out of the valley, everything makes Yang Jian unforgettable!

"Little friend?"

Li Guinian looked at Yang Jian with a puzzled expression.

"Sir?"

Li Xiang looked at Yang Jian with a pair of stunned eyes, and his face was also embarrassed.

Sir, this picture of a pervert and a hungry ghost, really, really makes people feel ashamed for him, a little doll who is only a few years old, seeing a good-looking young lady lose her soul like this?

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

When Yang Jian heard Li Xiang's voice, he was shocked and shocked, and suddenly looked back, only to see that the three people present were all looking at him, and there were many indescribable contemptuous looks in their eyes.

"Sir, you are distracted."

Zhang Zheng couldn't hold back the laughter in his belly and reminded softly.

He really can't think of a little doll who has also learned to appreciate beautiful women?