The middle-aged scribe smacked the Xinghuacun Fenjiu in his mouth a few times, and sighed: "Although the Fenjiu is good, the 'wine enters the bowels and turns into lovesick tears', and I miss Fan Gong even more!" I thought that 'how to solve worries, only Du Kang', but I didn't expect it to be 'raise a glass to pour sorrow and sorrow'! As he spoke, he raised the wine glass in his hand and saluted to the sky, and said solemnly: "Fan Gong, go all the way!" ”

Zhong Hao saw that the middle-aged scribe had changed his indifferent and breezy appearance at this time, but with a solemn face, he couldn't help but raise his wine glass at the moment with solemnity, and also paid tribute to Fan Gong with the middle-aged scribe. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although Yang Huaiyu has never seen Fan Gong, Yang Huaiyu also respects Fan Gong a lot, and he is also busy raising his glass.

The middle-aged scribe Yao finished toasting, drank it all in one gulp, the solemnity on his face disappeared immediately, and he changed it to that indifferent and light-hearted expression, looked at Zhong Hao and asked casually: "Look at the young brother, you also have an abnormal respect for Fan Gong, but have you seen Fan Gong?!" ”

"I am fortunate to be able to listen to Fan Gong's teachings in January when I was in Qingzhou!"

"That young brother, you are indeed a lucky person, and you are really lucky to be taught by Fan Gong!"

"That's what I think about next!"

"Just now you heard the singer sing Fan Gong's lyrics and songs, how do you feel?"

Fan Gong's "Pride of the Fisherman" gives people a heroic, sad, magnificent, deep feeling, and some sadness, but in this sadness and sadness, there is a tragic heroic spirit echoing, which is really a precedent for heroic words. As for this poem "Su Curtain Cover", it is to express the sorrow of low and turning with a deep and vigorous pen, with a strong voice and emotion, and a profound artistic conception, although it is a nostalgic word, it is completely different from the general style of grace. It's really like Fan Gongqi, atmospheric, upright and without losing feelings! Just ......"

The middle-aged scribe originally listened to Zhong Hao's words very incisively, and couldn't stop nodding, but suddenly heard Zhong Hao's "just" turn, and couldn't help but glare: "What, you still have different opinions on Fan Gong's words?!" ”

Zhong Hao couldn't help but be a little amused when he looked at the middle-aged scribe, it seemed that he was really a loyal fan of Fan Gong, and he couldn't tolerate others to have different opinions about Fan Gong at all.

At that moment, Zhong Hao hurriedly said: "I have no opinion on Fan Gong's words, I just think that Fan Gong's "Fisherman's Pride" is such a sad and vicissitudes of life and generous and heroic words, let a thin singer with a wooden pipa sing it, it seems that it can only sing the sadness in it, and it is difficult to sing the generous and heroic artistic conception in it. This singer can sing "Su Musha" and can sing the taste, but singing this tragic and generous "Fisherman's Pride" seems to be a little less tasteful. This "Proud Fisherman" seems to be more suitable for a Kansai man, holding a copper pipa and an iron plate, and singing indulgently, so that he can sing more generously and heroically. ”

The middle-aged scribe couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Zhong Hao's words, then lowered his head and tasted it silently, and after a while, he looked up and said to Zhong Hao: "You kid is really good, haha, it seems that you are indeed a person who really understands Fan Gong!" ”

Just now, the middle-aged scribe had been calling Zhong Hao "young brother", but now he called Zhong Hao "you kid", although the title became unwelcome, but Zhong Hao felt that the middle-aged scribe was obviously a lot closer to him.

Zhong Hao said to himself: "The kid can't talk about understanding Fan Gong, but he admires it very much!" Since the middle-aged scribe wanted to get closer to him, Zhong Hao was much younger than him, so he took advantage of the situation to call himself a "kid" and probe the middle-aged scribe's Taoism.

Of course, if this guy really has Taoism, then it's just that, if there is no Taoism, it's purely pretending~ than Zhong Hao doesn't mind letting his Yang family repair his younger brother. A dignified Song Dynasty eight-grade civil official, how can you, a cloth-clothed common man who has no morality, casually call him a "boy"?

Zhong Hao and Yang Huaiyu had a few more drinks with the middle-aged scribe, and they played each other again.

However, the middle-aged scribe spoke without leaking, Zhong Hao and Yang Huaiyu did not ask his identity, but he found out that Yang Huaiyu was the identity of the Yang family. When the middle-aged scribe was talking to Zhong Hao just now, he didn't pay attention to Yang Huaiyu, who had muscles and looked like a martial artist, and at this time he knew that Yang Huaiyu was the general of the Yang family, so he was a little polite to him. It seems that the literati of the Great Song Dynasty still have some respect for the Yang general, the only general who can still fight in the Great Song Dynasty.

After chatting like this for a while, Zhong Hao was a little depressed, he still couldn't do his own tricks, so he should ask directly. If you don't say it, just beat him up and beat him until he says. Zhong Hao's patience with this guy was a little exhausted, and he couldn't help but think impetuously.

"Since my predecessor is not from Qingzhou, why did I go to Qingzhou three years ago?"

"It's also a visit to an old friend!" This middle-aged scribe's deep eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts, and he has a very accurate grasp of people's minds, so every time he sees Zhong Hao's impetuousness and seems to want to beat him, he answers Zhong Hao's question very happily. “

"Then why do you set up a stall on the bank of the Nanyang River to tell divinations and portraits?"

"I am shy in my pocket, I haven't seen you for many years, I can't go empty-handed to my old friend, and set up a stall just to earn some money to buy some gifts, so that I can visit my old friend!"

"Then on the banks of the Nanyang River, you really met me by chance?"

"It's a chance encounter!"

"No, then how do you know my name, and you know that I made the "Jade Liquid" wine? I didn't say my name that night! You must have investigated me, what are your intentions? In the end, Zhong Hao had some signs of turning his face. Although the middle-aged scribe replied very cooperatively, Zhong Hao couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he thought that he had investigated him.

The middle-aged scribe was unmoved, still looking indifferent, and said with a slight smile: "Although your kid didn't say your name, that little girl called your name!" And your name is very famous in Qingzhou, so I asked an old friend by the way. My old friend has a high status in Qingzhou, and he still knows a lot of things. ”

Zhong Hao thought about it, is this really the case, did Wan'er say her name?! I can't remember that. But Wan'er has always called herself Brother Hao, and she won't call herself by her full name. But maybe his old friend may really have some energy, and he can find out his name from Wan'er's name for himself and his own appearance and age, but he doesn't know. In any case, the middle-aged scribe's explanation was barely reasonable, and Zhong Hao was not going to be mad.

At that moment, Zhong Hao smiled and said: "Ah, so that's the case, it may be that I forgot!" ”

The middle-aged scribe was noncommittal to Zhong Hao's words, and took a piece of fish on the table and tasted it carefully. (To be continued.) )