Chapter 32 inscribes four poems

Although Chen Siwei was down, he didn't think about selling the fan, he replied lightly: "I don't mean to sell the fan." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"But too little? I can give up to eighty taels. The man still didn't give up, the ivory fan bone was extremely precious, and he was afraid that Chen Siwei would refuse him and added: "If you are willing to give in, I will pay in cash immediately." ”

Cash payment is very tempting. Confused, eighty taels of silver is not a small amount, for a small person in the market, if it is not extravagant, it is enough for a person's living expenses for eight years.

The man didn't say anything else, just checked the fan that Chen Siwei had just handed him. Chen Siwei understood what he meant, he was just saying, 'Your poem hasn't been sold yet, you can weigh it.' ’。

The man offered to buy his fan at this time, which was really very meaningful. Now it is still unknown whether Chen Siwei's poems can be sold, if Chen Siwei offends him, will the poems still have a chance to be sent to the main owner?

Chen Siwei especially doesn't like to be threatened by others, he said calmly: "A gentleman doesn't change his original intention for profit, I really have no intention of selling fans." If my poems really don't fall into the eyes of the masters, I only blame myself for being shallow in learning, and the little student accepts his fate, and there is no competition. ”

Chen Siwei almost made it clear, I am here to sell poetry, I don't sell fans, I don't sell fans. If you want to make a small move, then just listen to it.

Chen Siwei's poems have been seen by many people here, and too many people know about this matter. If that person does something, he must be able to hide it for a while, and it will inevitably leak one day.

"Okay." The man turned and went upstairs, he was not a fool, and he would not risk losing his job for a fan. Since Chen Siwei insisted on not selling, he couldn't help it.

The man walked to the door, the door was wide open, Gao Jingyuan was lying on the soft couch on his side, the two girls were gently fanning the fan behind him, and the two girls were gently pinching his legs.

Gao Jingyuan looked at the masterpieces selected by others one by one upstairs, and there was really nothing particularly outstanding, it could only be said that it was above average, and those that could be called superior were rare.

The man knocked lightly on the door: "Master, someone picked up the fan on the wall and composed a poem with the title of 'Mei'." ”

No one has picked up the fan on the wall for several days, and no one wants to always come and buy a fan for five taels of silver. Whoever picks a fan, not a single poem has ever been sold. Everyone began to suspect that this fan was probably a trap, that buying poetry was fake, and selling fans was real.

"Bring it." Gao Jingyuan yawned and sat up with the help of the maid. I didn't have much hope, but I just felt that those who dared to pick up the fan could be better than others.

The man presented the fan to the maid, and the maid presented the fan to Gao Jingyuan. Gao Jingyuan opened the folding fan, did not read the poem, and first saw a beautiful hand.

"Good word!" Gao Jingyuan praised: "The momentum is magnificent, the bone strength is strong and the spirit is awe-inspiring. Look at people by words, this person will have great talents. ”

No one dared to take his words, he said that whoever has talent has talent.

"My family washes the inkstone pond tree, fresh and refined, like nature, and speaks without pretentiousness." Gao Jingyuan continued to look down: "The flowers are blooming with light ink marks, good!" Good mood! Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness. Ok, good, good! There is a posture and a backbone. ”

Gao Jingyuan walked around the room with a fan, couldn't pull out his eyes, and was full of praise: "Washing inkstones is moving, the trees by the pool are scenery, light ink marks are color, and pure air is fragrant." There is movement and stillness, color and scenery, fragrance and arrogance, such masterpieces will be passed down through the ages. ”

"Master, did you buy this poem?"

Gao Jingyuan's excited old face was flushed, and he was so happy that he forgot to buy poetry.

"A person who makes such a good poem must be proud of his talents, and a literati is ashamed to talk about money, and he must come to sell poetry for the sake of showing off in front of others, not for money. If I buy him, he will be proud, but if I don't buy it, I will only be angry and go away, and I will not see more good works. ”

Gao Jingyuan stroked his beard, how can he make this person write more poems? The man bowed his head and was silent, he wished that Gao Jingyuan would not buy it, and he was still thinking about Chen Siwei's fan.

"How old is this man? Where is the accent? ”

The man replied truthfully: "It's a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy with a local accent." ”

"Oh? But the surname Chen? Gao Jingyuan's feeling when he saw this poem was very similar to the feeling he felt when he heard Chen Siwei's poem on the street that day. He's the right age, he's a local.

Gao Jingyuan thought that if it was really Chen Siwei, it seemed that his analysis was not bad at all, Chen Siwei couldn't be short of money, he came to sell poems to show off, but to hit him.

"The surname is Qiao, the villain didn't ask his name, he just heard his little friend call him 'Brother Qiao'."

"Brother Qiao?" Gao Jingyuan's eyes narrowed, and the half-grown children in the capital were called 'brother', and Brother Qiao clearly had a surname but no name. "What outfit?"

"I have a furoshiki on my head, no shoes on my feet, and my clothes are neatly dressed."

"Why don't you wear shoes?"

The man hadn't asked, and he felt a little embarrassed to ask directly. "The villain doesn't know, he doesn't seem to have any money, but his clothes are all fine satin."

"Since you can afford to wear silk and satin, there is no reason why you can't afford to buy shoes, and you want to think about some custom or some hidden disease." Gao Jingyuan thought for a while and said to the man: "You go and tell him, I want him to inscribe all four fans with poems, so I will buy them together, and give an extra reward, otherwise I won't buy them." ”

"Yes." The man bowed and took a few steps backwards before turning away.

He told Chen Siwei what Gao Jingyuan meant, and Chen Siwei knew that he liked his poems and wanted him to make a complete set, which shows that the person who bought the poems was a connoisseur of knowledge.

Chen Siwei's inscription of the poem is effortless, but he can't pay the deposit, where does that person dare to mention the deposit to him? If Chen Siwei didn't write poems for these three fans, he would be the one who was not easy to make a difference.

Chen Siwei was in a hurry to use the money, so he took off all three fans in one go. Write an orchid poem in thin gold font: "On the top of a thousand mountains, the deep cracks of the tortos are fragrant. It's not that there are floating clouds under your feet, and you don't know each other. ”

He thought about chrysanthemum poems for a long time, and no one's poems could be stolen. After thinking about it, he simply moved Lin Daiyu's poem out and wrote it down in line: "I don't know if I want to hear about the autumn love, and I muttered my hand and knocked on the east fence." Who is hiding in the lonely standard? The same flowers bloom late? Why is it lonely? Can the goose return to the sick? If there is no talk in the world, why not talk about it. ”

In the last poem written about bamboo, Chen Siwei chose cursive and wrote it overnight: "Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks." Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. ”