, Zhi Renjie had a big smile on his face. It's not because Wang Ping'an said that he has a flexible brain. It's that he has never done this kind of thing, he has never left a book on the pink wall, and as for leaving a poem for a precious masterpiece, he has never done this kind of thing. Young people love novelties, and he is naturally happy!

Qiu Renjie also ran to the table, picked a pen from the pen stand, covered it with ink, came to the side of the painting, and stood beside Wang Ping'an.

Wang Ping'an smiled: Brother thug, you write first! ”

Qiu Renjie hurriedly shook his head and said: "It's better for Brother Wang to come first, you are the elder brother, you should be the first!" ”

Wang Ping'an also shook his head, pretending to be modest and said: "It's better brother, you come first, if the writing is not good, I will polish it for you!" He said it with great momentum, as if he had learned a lot.

Qiu Renjie nodded in agreement, biting the pen with his teeth, looking at the painting carefully, and wondering in his heart, what kind of poem should be mentioned to be worthy of this ink landscape painting?

paintings. No matter how famous the painter who painted it is, and how high the level of the work is, as long as it is painted on the wall of the restaurant, it cannot be carefully considered.

The same is true of this ink-splashed landscape on the pink wall in front of him, which is clearly a temporary work.

Although it is a landscape painting. But I couldn't tell where the mountains were, or where the water was.

At either end of the painting are towering peaks, filled with strange rocks and a few clouds floating on the peaks. And between the two peaks. But it is a big river, and in the middle of the turbulent river, there is a flat boat, and a boatman behind the boat holds the rudder, and in front of the boat there is a scribe, with fluttering clothes. It seems to be watching the scenery on both sides of the strait.

A very simple one, very freehand, and very elegant!

Qiu Renjie thought for a while, walked to the wall, found a place outside the painting, and wanted to write!

Wang Ping'an said with a smile: "Brother, what are you doing, if you want to mention the word, you naturally have to mention it on the painting, you ran to the painting Chuan, what to do, it's not above, but it's the bottom of it, are you afraid that others will see it?"

Qiu Renjie shook his head and said, "No, I'm thinking, if I don't mention this poem well, then mention it in this inconspicuous way." The shopkeeper can then paint the poem with white ash without affecting the beauty of the painting. If it is mentioned on the painting. Isn't it easy for people to alter it! ”

Wang Ping'an laughed, shook his head and said: "You are careful, just mention poetry, you think about it so thoroughly, even the old owner of the store can think of painting your poems!" ”

He stepped forward. said: "Brother, you stand aside, see that the eldest brother mentions it to you, but you have to mention it on the painting." They can't even get it off if they want to! ”

To be honest, he wrote a poem in the upper left corner of this painting, and the first sentence was slightly pressed on the painting, so that people couldn't paint it if they wanted to.

Wang Ping'an wrote. Qiu Renjie read a sentence, and he read softly: "The White Emperor of the Dynasty is among the clouds!" Okay, Brother Wang. Your first poem is very well written, although it is an ink painting, you can see the colors in this poem, and it can make people think of the glorious scenery of the dawn, and the mood is great

Wang Ping'an wrote another sentence, and this time Qiu Renjie's voice reciting the poem was slightly louder: "Thousands of miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day!" Oh, Brother Wang, this sentence is appropriate, but it is not right for the turbulent river, although it is exaggerated, it is in line with the freehand, and it can also give people a feeling of joy and joy."

Wang Ping'an said proudly: "Yes, I scribbled casually, and it is not good." Look at me and write a third sentence". He returned to the table, dipped the pen in ink again, walked back to the wall, and picked up the pen and wrote the third sentence!

As soon as this poem was written, Qiu Renjie threw the pen in his hand, stomped his feet and applauded, and praised loudly. Exclaimed: "Good, good, good, good, good!" ”

His eyes lit up. Staring at the poems on the wall, praised: "The sound of apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, this sentence has a wonderful artistic conception, making people feel like entering the painting, although they don't see the ape, but they hear the sound of the ape, the cry and the mountain shadow are inseparable." It's really a stroke of genius, and it's wonderful."

Wang Ping'an sighed, frowned, and said very blankly: "Is it good?" I scribbled it casually.,This sentence is very ordinary.,I don't see anything exciting! ”

Qiu Renjie grabbed Wang Ping'an's sleeve, his eyes were full of admiration, and he said loudly: "Big brother, if your poem is not wonderful, then the word wonderful is probably going to be redefined."

He originally only called Wang Ping'an Brother Wang, but now he has changed his name to Big Brother, which is missing a word, but it means that he admires Wang Ping'an with all his heart! The Tang people are the most important poetry. If a person writes a good poem, it means that the person's literary talent is high, and some people may only write one good poem in their life, and only two sentences in this poem are good sentences, but they are enough to be famous in the world and enjoy a high reputation!

Wang Ping'an only wrote three lines of poetry, and Qiu Renjie had a feeling that his eldest brother's literary talent was much higher than himself, and he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with him in terms of raising poems in his life!

Wang Ping'an shook his head: "I'm really scribbling, letter pen graffiti." I don't even know how to write the fourth sentence of your praise."

Qiu Renjie was shocked. Hurriedly let go of Wang Ping'an's sleeves, took three steps back, stood aside, and said hurriedly: "It's all the fault of the younger brother, it's all the fault of the younger brother, it disturbed the eldest brother's train of thought, I won't speak, big brother, you think quietly!" ”

Wang Ping'an sighed and said, "I can't think of it."

Qiu Renjie almost didn't cry urgently, blaming himself for not being good, and making a mess of his voice, as a result, the eldest brother couldn't write the fourth sentence, such a good poem will be passed on, if he can't finish it because of himself

His voice was choked, and he said in a low voice: "Big, the big brother and the little brother are wrong!" ”

Wang Ping'an hurriedly said: "Brother." Don't cry, it's worth crying for this little thing." walked up and patted Qiu Renjie on the back as a sign of comfort.

"But this wonderful poem can't be completed because of the younger brother, and it can't be passed on to future generations, isn't the little brother a sinner!" Qiu Renjie's tears are already rolling in his eyes!

Wang Ping'an laughed in his heart: "It's still too young!" He stomped his foot and said, "Not for anything else, just for you, brother, I will finish this poem and make up a sentence randomly!" ”

He walked back to the wall and wrote the fourth sentence!

Qiu Renjie looked up at the pink wall. He wiped the corners of his eyes first, and then narrowed his eyes. Then slowly open widen, and the corners of the mouth rise. Slowly, he grinned, and then the smile grew bigger and bigger, and finally his mouth grinned all the way to the edge of his ear!

Wang Ping'an took a step back and said, "Qingyue has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains!" "Back again; Chong Qiu Renjie said: "Big brother, I didn't write any typos, right?" ”

Qiu Renjie grinned and shook his head, suddenly jumped up, jumped up to Wang Ping'an, hugged him, and jumped and shouted: "Big brother, if you go to the imperial examination, you will definitely be able to win the top, and the first junior brother dares to guarantee that with your poetic talent, no one will pass you for decades."

Wang Ping'an thought to himself: "Not to mention decades, you look down on my brother and me too much." But he smiled: "Yes." There are such things. Big brother, I never thought that I would have such a small talent in poetry! ”

Qiu Renjie shouted: "The tycoon is too modest, not just a little, but a great talent. In the life of the thug Bu Di, he can't catch up with you. Not as good as your Isse! ”

Wang Ping'an smiled: "Brother, you are also too humble!" ”

While the two brothers were touting each other, several men came upstairs, each holding a tray with dishes on it!

The leading guy was the one who gave Wang Ping'an a pen and paper just now, and as soon as he came up, he smiled and said, "Son, have you written a good poem?" After speaking, he saw Wang Ping'an and Qiu Renjie standing by the wall, and the ink on the wall had not dried, and a poem was mentioned on the painting!

There was a crackling sound, and the guy dropped the tray in his hand to the ground, and he screamed, and ran over to look at the painting. His face was flushed, and his eyes were about to pop out.

The guy shouted, "Oops. My grandfather, if you want to write a poem, it's just that, how to scribble on this painting, this is the treasure of my store, and it must not be desecrated! ”

Wang Ping'an's face sank, and said: "Others can do it casually, but I can't do it casually, what kind of truth is this, it's just a bad painting, is it worth making such a fuss!" ”

The guys in the back also saw the poem, and they were all in a hurry, and they all shouted: "How can this be a bad painting, this is the treasure of the town!" ”

The guy from before said angrily, "Do you know who painted this picture?" It was painted by Lord Yan Liben! He drank in my shop, drunk, splashed ink, and after waking up, he said that he could no longer paint such a landscape, this is a lone book, this is a lone book! ”

Qiu Renjie smiled and said: "The eldest brother and the younger brother are really not mistaken, this painting is really the handwriting of Lord Yan." He looked at the landscape paintings on the pink wall, and said happily: "Lord Yan is good at painting people, and rarely paints this kind of large-scale splashed ink landscape, so it is very likely to be a lone book!" Big brother, only such a unique famous painting can be worthy of your good poems! ”

Before Wang Ping'an could say a few more modest words, the guy jumped to his feet and shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about, what good poems you can write at a young age are just letters and graffiti." But I ruined this masterpiece, and I want to arrest you and go to the official! ”

Wang Ping'an snorted and was about to speak, but Qiu Renjie said: "Stop, your speech is a little unreliable." Have you ever said that we can write whatever we want, just leave a couplet or a verse? ”

The guy said, "I said it. But I didn't."

Playing evidence with Qiu Renjie, can he have a good time? Qiu Renjie's next sentence was immediately followed: "But you didn't say that you are not allowed to write on this painting, right?"

This guy was stunned for a moment, and said stiffly: "Do you still want to say this, who in Chang'an doesn't know that I have this ink treasure of Lord Yan in my store, who dares to write on it, do you want me to tell this one by one?"

Qiu Renjie nodded and said, "You are right, everyone in Chang'an knows it."

But you are confused, do you think we are from Chang'an? He pointed to himself and said, "I have a Taiyuan accent, and my eldest brother has a Xuzhou accent, you are a guy who greets guests, you can't even hear our accent, so who else do you greet, how do you greet it?" ”

There is a good reason for this. Immediately, the guy was stunned, at a loss, and didn't know what to do!

Wang Ping'an laughed, and Qiu Renjie had a lawsuit, even if your head was made of granite, it would still make your head full of green bags!