Old Man Lin noticed Lin Fusheng's tiredness, and couldn't help but worry about asking. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Fusheng was worried a lot, and he really hadn't slept well recently. However, this did not affect his mood of joking with the old man. So, he raised his eyes, thought for a while, and then, sly, smiled, lowered his head, and still wrote a few lines of small words on the side of the whole rice paper:

Buddha hall god chanting,

Yama two ghosts none.

Singing alone all night,

to join with the rooster.

Old Man Lin leaned over and looked at it, thinking that Lin Fusheng was going to answer his question, but he didn't expect it, it turned out to be a poem, and when he looked closely, he couldn't help frowning. What is the meaning of writing this poem without connotation?

In ancient times, most of the poems were lyrical. Either comment on the past and discuss the present, or love and hate, or describe the scenery, but there must be a content. But what does it mean that Lin Fusheng's poem is written in a way that doesn't match anything? ……

Looking at Lin Fusheng's proud little face, with a challenging look, this poem doesn't seem to have no origin, and it's a joke. Old Man Lin couldn't help frowning.

After a while, the old lady Wang's shout sounded outside the house, "It's time to eat!" ”

With this shout, Lin Fusheng looked through the window and found that unconsciously, he had been staying with his grandfather for a morning.

You can't guess it, and you have to eat. Lin Fusheng jumped off the chair, took Old Man Lin's hand, and wanted to go outside the house.

Old man Lin was still focused on the crooked poem that Lin Fusheng had just written, and unconsciously followed him two steps, and suddenly, slapped his forehead, "Ha, I thought of it!" Then he hurried back to the bookcase, looked down, and for a moment, laughed.

Guessed it? Lin Fusheng also followed curiously and returned to the bookcase, looking up at Old Man Lin.

After a long time, the old man stopped laughing, and said to Lin Fu: "I only know poetry and books, but I didn't expect that you are still a little crooked, hahaha......, he will be able to go to high school if he takes the township test every day!" Hahaha......"

Shiwen?

Call......

Grandpa is sick again. took me as his third son, Lin Shiwen.

Looking at Old Man Lin's hearty smile, Lin Fusheng suddenly felt sour in his heart. Undoubtedly, the third son, Lin Shiwen, is a scar in the old man's heart that can never be repaired. It is the second biggest regret of the old man's life.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely achieve your wish, gain fame and glory." Lin Fusheng looked at Old Man Lin and said in a young but firm tone.

"Okay, good ......, good ,......" The old man's eyes were moist, and his hoarse voice was a little choked.

"Grandpa! Grandma told you to eat! At this time, Lin Dezhong ran in and urged Old Man Lin and Lin Fusheng to eat.

After entering the house, Lin Dezhong looked at Mr. Lin and Lin Fusheng, looking at the rice paper on the table, with a strange expression, thinking that there was something interesting, so he leaned on the bookcase and took a look, disappointed, "What?" It's just a piece of paper, what's written on it? Lin Dezhong stretched out a pair of black paws, picked up the rice paper, and looked at it over and over.

"Shixiu! Don't move! You don't understand. Put it down! Old Man Lin frowned at Lin Dezhong and said in a deep voice.

"Huh?" Lin Dezhong was stunned for a moment, and then he also understood, "Grandpa, my father is not my ......, uh, no, I am not my father." Saying that, Lin Dezhong scratched his head, looked stupid, and said to himself: "Why is this so awkward." ”

"You kid, you're so incoherent when you say something. Alas! How can the birth of one mother be so far apart? Old Man Lin sighed helplessly, and then said, "Okay! Shiwen, Shixiu, you go to eat first! Daddy then went. So saying, he turned to the cabinet in the corner, opened it, and rummaged through the cabinets, not knowing what he was looking for.

"Let's go! Mute. Lin Dezhong raised his eyebrows with Lin Fusheng as he spoke, took down the piece of rice paper on which he had written on the bookcase, folded it and put it into his arms.

Lin Fusheng stared at Lin Dezhong in surprise, I don't know what he wants this for?

"You don't care! Dumb, don't talk too much, uh no, you don't have too many hands. "Lin Dezhong looked mysterious.

When the two of them arrived at the hall one after the other, Lin Dezhong couldn't wait to jump on the dining table and shouted, "Grandpa is sick again, so I have to say that I am my father." ”

Everyone was stunned.

"What are you talking about?" Lin Shixiu was tired like a dog from working these days, and he was in a bad mood, and when he heard that his son couldn't even speak clearly, his heart was even more unhappy, and he immediately lost his former demeanor, and lowered his face to reprimand.

"So, what about Grandpa? Why haven't you come yet? When the old lady heard that Old Man Lin was sick again, she couldn't help but be a little worried.

"Grandpa told us to come first, he seems to be looking for something." Lin Dezhong stared at the food on the table with his eyes, and he was almost drooling.

At this moment, Old Man Lin came to the hall with a small red brocade box in his hand.

As soon as Lin Shixiu saw the thing in the old man's hand, his eyes lit up, and his face showed some joy. Could it be that Dad figured it out and was going to pass it on to me?

Hearing Lin Dezhong say that the old man was sick, when he saw the old man, he saw that he had a serious expression, and he walked into the hall with a straight step, lifted his robe, and sat down.

In this way, it doesn't look like a disease. Lin Shixiu glared at Lin Dezhong, not only couldn't speak clearly, but was also full of nonsense.

Under the gaze of everyone, Old Man Lin looked indifferently at both sides, took out the brocade box with both hands, presented it in front of the eyes of the whole family, and said: "This pen was given by the elder of our village when he was a talent in my father's examination. At that time, it represented the glory of the whole village, and it was also the glory of our Lin family. However, it's a pity that his father's talent is limited, and he repeatedly fails in the re-examination, which really disappoints the expectations of the chief. Saying that, the old man sighed deeply, and then, his eyes looked at Lin Fusheng lovingly, and beckoned: "Come on, come here." ”

Lin Fusheng saw the old man calling him, turned his head to look at his father and mother beside him, and saw that his father and mother smiled and nodded at him, so he jumped off the stool and came to Old Man Lin hesitantly.

The old man stroked Lin Fusheng's hair and said with a smile: "However, I have a good son." Talented, smart and studious, he will be able to complete his wishes on behalf of his father in the future. As the old man spoke, he stroked his beard and laughed happily.

As soon as Lin Shixiu heard this, there were a few more laugh lines on his face, and "good son" clearly referred to me. Could it be that it will be the big brother? But why did he touch this boy's head? No matter! Looks like my dad really wants to pass that pen to me.

Lin Shixiu has been looking forward to this pen for many years. I begged the old man many times openly and secretly, but I didn't succeed. Don't look at it as a gift from a small li, but this brush is made of fine golden silk nanmu, and the tip of the pen is made of black pointed hair on the back of the mountain rabbit, which is not only valuable, but also represents the glory of the Lin family.