After scolding Lu Heng for being heartless and heartless, Prince Ning first laughed and said to Lu Heng with a smile, "Yongzheng's mentality really doesn't look like what you should have at your age!" ”

"That's right, it's like an old man like us who is called Bo Xishan, and his perception of life after sitting idle!" Zhang Wenshan nodded with a smile. He was actually very curious about Lu Heng in his heart, and since the short lyrics some time ago, he thought that this young man was very interesting.

Can write such good words for the situation, how can they be the nerds in people's mouths? Moreover, after these few days of contact. Judging from his words and deeds, Lu Yongzheng should be talented and learned.

Zhang Wenshan's understanding of talent is not just about writing a few words. The talent he talked about actually includes the way of life.

Although Lu Yongzheng sometimes speaks a little frivolously, but after thinking about it, there is always a slight meaning in those seemingly frivolous words, which makes people have endless aftertaste.

Just like today, his sentence that life has to go on, let Zhang Wenshan, an old man who has experienced ups and downs, agree from the bottom of his heart.

There are many unsatisfactory things in the world, if everything is difficult to let go, then this person will inevitably miss many beautiful scenery in life. When you let go of your worries and look forward, you will suddenly see that the willows and flowers are bright and bright.

Seeing that the two old men let go of their worries, they laughed cheerfully. Lu Heng's heart was also relaxed, he took a sip of the wine glass, and said with a smile: "Hehe, even if it's a life insight." In this life, there are ten unsatisfactory things. If it's hard to let go of everything, isn't it very tiring to live? ”

"What Yongzheng Xiaoyou said is reasonable, you and I are so old, but we are not as good as Yongzheng, a boy who is less than twenty, can see it! Hehe! Lord Ning picked up the wine glass and said to Zhang Wenshan with a smile.

The three of them touched lightly, lifted their sleeves, and drank the wine in their glasses.

Lu Heng put down the cup and shook his head with a smile: "Ning Yuangong has a reputation!" However, as the saying goes, there is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village. In fact, this is the reason, some things seem to have no turnaround, which is disappointing. But when, stop a little, pause, drink a pot of tea, let go of the worries in your heart, maybe there will be a new way out! ”

After saying this, Lu Heng saw the two old men lower their heads and ponder, as if they were thinking about what they had just said. Lu Heng shook his head and smiled.

The two people in front of them are characters who have gone through countless turmoil and have not fallen, and they must have seen the things of the world clearly. His own persuasion may seem a little pale.

Zhang Wenshan and Ning Yuangong lowered their heads and pondered for a moment. Then, Zhang Wenshan raised his head and read softly: "The mountains and rivers are doubtful, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village?" Where is this saying? Why hasn't the old man heard of it? ”

Lu Heng, who was drinking wine, was stunned for a moment when he heard Zhang Wenshan's words, and asked with a smile: "Eh, haven't you heard of Zhang Lao?" ”

Zhang Wenshan shook his head, and then asked Prince Ning on the side: "Duke Ning Yuan, have you ever heard this saying?" ”

Wang Ye Ning touched his beard, smiled and shook his head: "The old man has never heard such a saying!" Hehe! However, the old man is curious, if the common sayings in the world are like these two sentences with deep meaning and charm, then where does the difference between elegance and vulgarity come from? ”

Zhang Wenshan stroked his beard matter-of-factly, looked at Lu Heng, and said with a deep smile in his eyes: "That's right, but where did Yong hear this saying?" ”

Lu Heng looked at the two old men very seriously scrutinizing this sentence, the verse he said on a whim. He looked at the two of them very strangely, then shook his head and said, "Well, maybe I'm mistaken." I forgot about it too! ”

Seeing that Lu Heng was pretending to be confused, Ning Yuangong glared at him angrily, shook his head and scolded with a smile: "You kid, you are really insincere!" ”

Zhang Wenshan stroked his beard, looked at Lu Heng with a smile, and tried to ask: "I don't know, is eternity an occasional remnant, or a poem in the chest?" ”

Lu Heng put down the wine glass, spread his hand, and said with a sincere face: "Hehe, even a broken sentence!" ”

Ning Wangye and Zhang Wenshan glanced at each other and shook their heads with a smile.

Ning Wang Ye scolded Lu Heng with a smile: "You kid, hehe, hey! ”

Zhang Wenshan still didn't intend to let Lu Heng go, after the old man put down the wine glass, he looked at Lu Heng with a smile, and said with a smile: "It's okay left and right, if Yongzheng has a good sentence, you might as well show your hand." How about letting the two old men see each other? ”

Lord Ning glanced at Zhang Wenshan with the scheming eyes of your old fellow. There was a smile on his face.

Lu Heng coughed, spread his hands, and looked at the two old guys with a wry smile on his face.

However, in the end, Lu Heng still couldn't resist the gaze of the two old men, and he boasted his shoulders in frustration, with a wry smile on his face: "Okay!" ”

Originally, I wanted to refuse. However, when I saw the two old men who were over the age of six, the expectant and eager eyes looked at their gray hair, scattered and fluttering with the breeze of the Qinhuai River. There were also deep traces left on their faces by the years, Lu Heng's heart was slightly sour, and he couldn't bear to brush the old man's wishes, so he had to nod and agree.

"Really?" Lord Ning's eyes lit up, and he asked in some surprise.

"Uh, well, yes! Give it a try! Lu Heng hesitated in his heart, but finally nodded cheekily and admitted.

Immediately, Prince Ning asked his subordinates to take the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and spread them on the stone table in the center of the pavilion. The two old men, one on the left and one on the right, stood beside Lu Heng, looked at Lu Heng, and then looked at the fine rice paper on the table, their eyes full of expectation.

Lovely old man!

Lu Heng smiled, held the brush in his hand, and lightly tapped it in the polished inkstone.

Lifted up the cuffs and thought for a moment. The soft end of the pen fell steadily on the snow-white paper.

Forever happy

Zhang Wenshan, who was beside him, read these three words softly, sighed for a moment, touched his beard, nodded and praised: "Good words!" ”

Lord Ning nodded sympathetically. is upright and has no shortage of spiritual surnames, which looks really pleasing to the eye.

Lu Heng smiled, and the end of the pen walked steadily on the paper.

Jiangbei Yanyu Pavilion is nostalgic

Under the regular script, after the name appeared, Zhang Wenshan and Ning Wangye glanced at each other, and the look in their eyes was even brighter. The two hurriedly turned their eyes to the wandering pen, the chic words that gradually appeared.

"Through the ages, heroes are nowhere to be found, and Sun Zhong is looking for a solution."

The first sentence, with a heavy sense of history, kicked off. On the side, Zhang Wenshan followed the pen and read it out in a deep voice.

Lu Heng's face was calm, and his eyes were indifferent. The end of the pen in his hand has an indescribable charm. Like a dragon frightened by the wind, a series of strong handwriting is drawn.

"The dance pavilion is always blown away, and the rain blows the wind.

The grass and trees in the slanting sun, the ordinary alleys, and the humane slaves once lived.

Thinking back then, Jin Ge Iron Horse swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger. ”

As this poem gradually appeared, the eyes of the two old men were also a little empty. Ning Wang Ye stood there, with a touch of indescribable color on his face, gently reciting the powerful handwriting on the paper, feeling the memories of the past eventful years in the lyrics. The cold and sharp gaze seemed a little empty.

In the hazy vision, his mind was a little wandering. Everything back then seems to have reappeared in front of me with this poem.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

Hehe, the young prince who once led the troops to fight the Turks is now dying.

Lord Ning's heart was full of sighs.

Shang Rong has been completed, although there are only a few short sentences, but after tasting it, people can't help but sigh.

At this time, Lu Heng's pen stopped for a while, and quietly looked at the song on the rice paper. He smiled faintly and stained the brush with ink again.

The soft end of the pen falls on the paper. Write down the rest of the lower rung.

"Yuan Qi is hasty, seals the wolf Juxu, and wins the canghuang Beigu.

Eleven years, I still remember the beacon fire Yanyun Road.

can look back, under the Buddha shrine, a crow shrine drum. ”

When the handwriting that flowed out, when it came here. Ning Wangye's eagle-like eyes had already become messy. The vicissitudes of life on the face carry the memory of the past.

Crystal tears, glittering in the eye sockets. He opened his lips lightly and kept repeating these words.

Beside him, Zhang Wenshan raised his head, looked at his old friend's lost look, and sighed softly. Stretched out his hand, pressed it on Prince Ning's shoulder, and didn't say anything.

Lu Heng glanced back, these two old men with white beards sighed slightly in their hearts. They have been in the wind and clouds, but because of some stories, they fell from a height, and now, they live in the south of the Yangtze River and are at home. But it's still hard to give up the years of the year. It's just that I don't know if anyone can remember them.

With a soft sigh, the pen in his hand swiped on the paper, and finally took it back.

"Who asks: Lian Po is old, can he still eat?" Ning Wangye looked at the last line of words with hazy eyes, laughed in his tears, and read back and forth softly: "Lian Po is old, can you still eat, can you still eat." Hehe, who's going to ask? ”

Merry Christmas