Strike while the iron is hot, He Laosan Shenxian did not wait for He Yuan to refuse, so he shouted in a loud voice: "Runniang, don't come yet, wait for the son to drink." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The beautiful woman who was selling wine on the side had long been paying attention to the movement here, and after listening to the scream, she hurriedly lowered her eyebrows and blushed with a pink face, and a pair of watery eyes timidly stroked He Yuan's body, and then gently picked up the wine jug.

"The posture of the little woman Pu Liu, how dare she be a son. Thank you for today's poem, the little woman has nothing to thank, she can only offer a glass of thin wine to pay tribute to the son's love. ”

After speaking, he gently added it to He Yuan, and then poured himself a full glass, and gently raised it at He Yuan, taking one sip, a handsome face, I don't know if it was ashamed or drunk, it became more red, and the whole person looked more delicate. Seeing this happy scene, an earth-shattering cheer suddenly sounded in all directions.

The old man who hurriedly chanted repeatedly put away his high-ranking image, and joked with a playful face while holding a wine glass: "Little friend, the meaning of a beauty cannot be negative." ”

This old guy has simply forgotten the fact that he was disgusted with He Yuan's little girl.

Secretly glanced at the wooden lacquer tray, about twenty or thirty taels, and then looked at the wine glass holding the wine glass, with a pink little star on his face, He Yuan couldn't help but smile in his heart, and thought happily, sure enough, knowledge is wealth, and there is still this benefit to be a copyist, and it won't be able to mix it up in the future, and it seems that it is not bad to concentrate on being a copyist.

Anyway, he is not pretending, he is not pretentious, he smiled, very refreshingly picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and then lit up, and the cheers around him started again. It took a while to quiet down.

After shyly filling a few glasses of wine for the two, he returned to the back of the winemaker, busy drinking for the guests, just a pair of big watery eyes, which would float over from time to time, making the old man on the other side make fun of him for a while.

After laughing a few words, I saw the old man snorting at him, and when he looked back, he found that He Laosan was still waiting respectfully behind him, and he couldn't help but be stunned. Seeing He Yuanwang coming over, He Laosan hurriedly nodded and saluted, his two big hands rubbing together repeatedly, smiling again and again, obviously something was wrong. He Yuan had never encountered such a situation, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart, could it be that this guy regretted it and wanted to give the silver back?

"What, you want the money back? It's okay, just take it back. ”

He Yuan very happily pushed the tray in front of He Laosan, anyway, he didn't want to take advantage of others. He Laosan's face suddenly turned embarrassed, his sweat came down, and his chubby hands waved even more like a wind wheel.

"He Gongzi is really good at joking, really good at joking."

Seeing He Yuan's serious face, He Laosan was about to cry. If you can't ask for this poem today, it will be equivalent to letting go of a god of wealth before your eyes, and you will become a big fool in Tianzi.

"Then what the hell are you doing, tell me straight."

He Yuan simply put the cup down and stood up. The old man on the opposite side thought that He Yuan was prevaricating at first, and wanted to improve his pen polishing skills, but now he saw that He Yuan's eyes were clear, his actions were crisp and neat, and he didn't seem to be fake at all, so he couldn't help nodding secretly.

"Then the little old man has the courage to speak out, I wonder if the small shop can have the honor to ask He Gongzi to give the Bodhisattva just now as the treasure of the small shop?"

Saying that, he hugged his fists again and bowed deeply, he was also out of his mind, even if he knelt down and begged today, he had to ask for this poem. He Yuan came to his senses at this time, and his feelings are now different from before, and he has also mixed to the point of leaving ink treasures for others.

"Oh, I'll be done if I didn't say no, go get a pen and paper."

I thought that He Yuan wanted to take the opportunity to raise the price, but he didn't expect it to be so easy to speak, He Laosan couldn't help but be overjoyed, and his chubby face was about to laugh like a sunflower.

"Hurry up and get the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

As soon as He Laosan's words fell, Xiao Er, who was already waiting on the side, sent the pen, ink, paper and inkstone over. The surrounding drinkers couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, this He Laosan is really lucky, with such a poem, the hotel is not as underdeveloped.

The old man couldn't help but stand up curiously, took the initiative to take over the grinding work, and waited for He Yuan's action with a smile. For He Yuan, the old man felt that he was getting more and more incomprehensible, originally he just felt that this young man was free and easy, without the pedantic atmosphere of some scholars today, it was quite fun, but he didn't expect this young man to bring him more and more surprises, at this time, when he looked at He Yuan, he had a little bit of love.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the four arts of a gentleman. People are convinced that a person's calligraphy can show a person's temperament. He wanted to know how hot the young man's calligraphy was. The drinkers at the surrounding table couldn't help but gather around, wanting to take the opportunity to meet He Xiucai Mobao who sang "The people on the edge are like the moon, and the wrists are frosty and snowy".

Just writing a word, it's such a big battle. He Yuan couldn't help but pouted uncheckably, although he complained like this, but as soon as he mentioned the brush, the momentum of the whole person changed.

In his previous life, he was an otaku.,Usually rarely go out for a walk.,I didn't even have a girlfriend.,In my spare time, I gave it all to practice calligraphy.,It's a senior amateur calligraphy enthusiast.。

At this moment, as soon as I lifted the brush, I unconsciously lifted my spirit. Pick up the brush, hold your breath, brush brush, a Bodhisattva, in one go.

After writing it, I shook my head and sighed, I didn't feel too satisfied. No way, this body is too weak, the wrist strength is insufficient, although it looks like it, the font is okay, but the strength and charm inside are directly a big difference.

Shouldn't there be applause here?

According to He Yuan's memory, things like this, whether you can understand it or not, should give some applause. He Yuan is a little overwhelmed, you know, no matter in the previous life or the original He Yuan, there is no chance to write in others, is it too bad to write?

He looked up with some apprehension and glanced at the old man standing next to him in the appearance of a fisherman, only to see the old man frowning and looking surprised, smashing his mouth while judging how good he had written. Looking around, they were all at a loss. In fact, He Yuan really overestimated the level of the people of the Great Song Dynasty, where can the ordinary people distinguish the quality of a word, most of them are similar to the people of later generations, at most they are a bit of a level and insight to watch the excitement.

"This word is a bit sorry for the audience, sorry for everyone."

He Yuan smiled, consciously pushed the tray in front of He Laosan, and said with some embarrassment: "I can't stand your kindness, I think you can still take it back." ”

"No, no, no, good, good!"

He Laosan snatched the painting as soon as he grabbed it, and held it in his hand as if he had won a treasure, and smiled so much that there was only one slit left in his eyes. Just kidding, what Lao Tzu wants is your poem, don't say that your words look quite neatly written, even if it's rotten into, Lao Tzu wants it!