"Please draw a fairy girl."

A maid called, took a roll of bamboo slips, walked to the small pavilion at the back, sighed lightly, and slowly handed the bamboo slips in.

She understands the current situation of the painting immortals, and the painting immortals treat them very well on weekdays, but unfortunately she is only a subordinate, and there is nothing she can do about these.

The maid said softly: "Draw the fairy girl, let's solve the problem." ”

The painting fairy did not make a sound, took the bamboo slip, and wrote a few words on the bamboo slip.

He put down the pen and handed it over.

The maid took the bamboo slip, returned to the front of the hall, opened the bamboo slip and read.

"This situation, this scene, this person."

The title of the poem is three words, but there is no explicit reference, as if there is no theme.

This situation and this scene are nothing more than the winter days, and this person is nothing more than the fairy in the painting.

It's just that everyone sees it differently.

There was a short silence in the hall, and soon there was the sound of writing in a thin way, and I thought that someone already had an idea.

Gu Nan sat next to Zhao Yiren, their seats were close to the window, and they sat cross-legged on the soft collapse.

Poured a glass of wine, gently pushed open the window, some cold wind came in, Gu Nan looked at the street scene outside the window.

I took a sip of wine to warm up.

What a luxury.

Just now, I saw Zhao Yiren in order to register for a name, and it cost a full two hundred gold to buy a seat here.

Everyone was thinking and meditating, and Zhao Yiren was biting the pen and obviously didn't have a clue.

Gu Nan is probably the most leisurely person in this hall.

Changing into a comfortable position, she leaned against the window, letting the cold wind blow through her sideburns.

Looking down from the tall building, I saw a beggar limping through the snow with a cloth bag.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

I don't know why, she remembered this sentence. And she herself is also the one in Zhumen.

Without going to see the beggar again, Gu Nan drank by himself.

Or maybe she's too laid-back, sitting in the middle of a group of people who are thinking hard, too conspicuous.

The painting fairy sitting in the pavilion felt a hint of coldness, turned his head, only to find that the window on one side was open.

By the window, a man in a black robe sat obliquely, his clothes baggy, and he looked like a lazy and unkempt man.

That man, just sitting there drinking?

The painting fairy was stunned for a moment, you know, there is a hundred gold in one position here. This money is enough for ordinary people to eat for a year.

Her eyes moved to the side of the man's face, it was beautiful, she didn't know if such a word was suitable to describe a man, but that person gave her such a feeling.

It was a handsome and chic face with a man and a woman's soft face at the same time, a very special temperament, but it made her feel a little ashamed.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, the man turned his head and bumped his gaze into himself.

Both of them could feel through the tulle that the other was really looking at them.

Gu Nan raised the wine glass in his hand and saluted from afar.

Then he took the wine bottle in his mouth and drank the slightly sweet wine.

After a drink, he turned around and continued to stare out the window.

But the painting fairy looked at Gu Nan in a daze, until he realized that the other party didn't mean to look at him, and smiled.

When the man saw her, he always stared at her.

And that person is special.

It's a pity that the painting immortal was too far away, and he didn't see Gu Nan's true expression clearly.

At this time, her face was slightly red, and she didn't dare to look back at the painting fairy at all.

It wasn't until now that she understood what it meant to be flattering, and she almost lost her temper just by looking at each other for a few seconds.

"The son of the Xue family wrote a poem."

A small servant stood on a high platform and read aloud.

"At the end of the year in Xianyang, the snow flies, and the silver branches hang low. I don't see the spring color but one after another, and the cover is the first flower of the east hairpin. ”

It's not a good poem, or rather, poetry exalts him.

It's a pity that the man didn't know it at all, and stood there complacently, looking forward to the figure in the high platform.

For a long time, I didn't see any reaction from the figure, although the literary talent was insufficient, but this person was also open-minded, sighed, and sat down.

With the delivery of the first poem, one after another, poems began to be read out by the small servants on the high platform.

On the whole, it was much better than the first person, but the painting fairy in the pavilion never said anything.

Before you know it, more than half of the people have already sent poems.

Zhao Yiren has not finished writing, or it can be said that he has not written a single sentence.

Holding a pen, I didn't write a word.

grabbed his hair, and finally didn't know if it was a sudden illness and went to the doctor.

looked at Gu Nan, who was sitting on the side.

"Brother Gu, hey, this is a brother who is not a scholar, I'm afraid I won't see the painting fairy girl today. I'm really uninspired, so let's write a random poem for my brother and hand it in. ”

"Brother Inhuman, you said that you would let me drink with you. Didn't I say it all, I can't write poetry······"

Being looked at dryly by Zhao Yiren, Gu Nan shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"Brother Gu, for your brother, you are also a talent, not like your so-called rough person, you won't be here to deliberately hide for your brother." Zhao Yiren pointed at Gu Nan and said with a look of disbelieving.

The corners of Gu Nan's mouth twitched, and he shook his head as if he didn't give up looking at Zhao Yiren.

Love poems··· Just memorize a song.

Thinking about it, he said lightly.

"Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine. Looking forward to the extreme spring sorrow, gloomy sky. In the afterglow of grass-colored smoke. Speechless, who will rely on will.

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture. When it comes to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually widened, and I never regretted it. For the sake of Iraq, the people are haggard. ”

Gu Nan's voice was neither light nor heavy, the hall was already quiet, and everyone heard it clearly.

Even the painting fairy, who was sitting a little farther away, heard it clearly.

The poems faded, but the whole hall was silent.

It's not like a poem, it's not in the right format and broken sentences, it's more like a piece of music.

The format is wrong, but it doesn't reflect their understanding of the poem.

There is not a single winter word in the poem, but it makes everyone's heart feel a little cool for no reason.

This is a spring poem, the person who recites the poem leans on the side of the building, and the gentle spring breeze blows in front of him, but he is sad.

Some people are very strange, why is it said that it is spring breeze when it is winter now.

After thinking about it, it is also, when is it not like spring in this east hairpin building?

And painting fairy girls, but it is also spring, come to Xianyang City.

The grass was fine that day.

At the end of reading, the sentence that the belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

I have to be amazed, what a beautiful verse.

The meaning of the bleak longing is fully expressed.

It's like saying this story again.

Fireworks in March, I have seen a beautiful woman, so far, this love has been deep. Leaning on a tall building alone, drunk and singing, but he said, lovesickness is indefinite.

Gu Nan never imagined that she just casually recited the most profound love poem in her memory, but it happened to fit this love, this scene, and this person completely.

Zhao Yiren looked at Gu Nan in a daze, holding the pen.

After a long time, I silently put down the pen.

smiled bitterly: "Brother Gu, why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

"You are so affectionate about painting fairy girls."

"Huh?" Gu Nan was stunned, not knowing why the other party suddenly said this.

"What is this poem, called?"

Gu Nanyun grabbed his hair in a fog: "This is the word, so it's called, the butterfly loves the flower." ”

"Words? Butterflies love flowers? Zhao Yiren muttered while nodding: "Butterfly loves flowers." ”

Finally, he glanced at Gu Nan deeply: "This poetry meeting, if you don't participate in it, you will help your brother!" ”

Wait, what do you say? Gu Nan hadn't reacted yet.

Zhao Yiren had already put away the bamboo slips in his hand.

solemnly raised his head and shouted to the pavilion on the high platform: "Painting fairy girl, this butterfly love flower of this Gu Gongzi next to me, please also paint fairy girl comments!" ”

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Sorry ha, I slept late today, hahaha, I didn't have classes in the morning, so I slept lazy.