"Lord Song, who is this?"

Hearing Yu Shaobai's question, Song Lian realized that he had just missed something, and said with a smile: "He's just an old man in the village, nothing unusual." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The old man on the other side was not happy when he heard it: "You dare to say that I am an old man in the village!" ”

Song Lian glared at him, and the old man waved his hand indifferently: "The old man doesn't dare to call a generation of writers in front of you, and the old man Dai Liang, a native of Jiuling Mountain." ”

Forehead......

Yu Shaobai touched his forehead, and he was confused in his heart, Dai Liang? It sounds familiar.

"That...... What should I call you? Yu Shaobai arched his hand.

"You can just call the people of Jiuling Mountain, but why aren't you surprised? My name should be loud, huh? ”

Song Lian on the other side smiled and said: "Yu Xiaoyou is very familiar with the old man's name, maybe he hasn't heard of your name at all." ”

"How is that possible? How can there be people in Zhejiang who don't know me? Yu Shaobai, you say that my reputation is still Song Lian's reputation. ”

Hearing this, Yu Shaobai looked at him, and then at him, he was in trouble, he had never heard of Dai Liang at all.

"Don't be afraid, this old guy can't beat you, you boldly say, if the old man is happy to listen, he will draw a portrait for you, and mention a poem!"

Oh? Yu Shaobai suddenly came to his senses, "Old man, you didn't know what to do?" Thinking that this person is Song Lian's best friend, he must also be a famous literati, I am afraid that he is lonely and unheard, and any painting can be regarded as a family heirloom, where would he not be moved.

As soon as Song Lian heard this, he saw Yu Shaobai's expression change, and sighed and said, "Is it interesting for you to do this?" If you want to compare it really well, you should compare it fairly and justly, and engaging in these vain things is really embarrassing for the literati in eastern Zhejiang. Yu Shaobai, don't worry, I won't give you calligraphy and painting, but you can pick another book in this collection, that's all. ”

Ahem~

Dai Liang squirted out a sip of wine, stretched out his hand and pointed at Song Lian tremblingly, "You...... Shame on you. ”

"Fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter, each other."

Seeing that the two began to quarrel again, Yu Shaobai was a little broken, this history has indeed changed, if he doesn't stop it, I'm afraid that the two big names will fall off the altar.

"Both! Listen to me. Throughout the ages, there have been many famous Confucian writers, who dares to say that they are the first, I think it is better to be modest. Like the two of you, you have already stood at the peak of the Ming literati, the height is unbearable, and it is good to have an extra companion, you may be happy to dominate the crowd, but there is no opponent...... It's also very lonely. Don't argue about the two. ”

……

Dai Liang and Song Lian suddenly laughed, and showed appreciation to Yu Shaobai, "Song Lian, the little friend you found is very interesting, much better than your grandson." ”

"Don't mention that kid, he still hasn't achieved anything in the year since he was established."

When Yu Shaobai heard this, he realized that the two of them were joking just now, or they were testing their reaction ability, and it seemed that they were performing well.

"Ahem, two adults...... Do you still count what you just said? ”

Song Lian smiled: "I'm not as childish as him, you can go and pick a random copy, but ...... Forget about the second floor, you can go to the first floor to find it. ”

"You also say that you are a child, the second floor is a lonely book, and the first floor is your own calligraphy and painting, so you are embarrassed to let people pick it?"

Hearing this, Song Lian smiled a little embarrassedly, Yu Shaobai also knew that these books were more important than life in Song Lian's heart, and said: "A gentleman does not take away people's love." I'm already grateful that adults can send books, so I'll go to the first floor to pick them up now. ”

"Wait...... You just ask him for it, why don't you ask the old man for calligraphy and painting? ”

Yu Shaobai said suspiciously: "Do you have calligraphy and painting now?" ”

"You stand still, I'll paint you a portrait to ensure that you don't have to worry about eating and drinking in your life."

Oh? Yu Shaobai realized that he said that he was painting himself before he said the portrait, so he hurriedly stood opposite and asked, "Am I standing or sitting?" ”

"Whatever you want."

Yu Shaobai pulled out the Feilin Sword from behind him, holding the Analects in one hand and the Feilin Sword in the other, and made a move that he thought was very chic.

Seeing the sword and book in his hand, Yang Weizhen's face showed a contemplative expression, and he raised his eyes to look at Song Lian. "This future life has a lot of ambitions......"

"Wen can govern the country, and Wu can be safe. He wants to be both civil and military, not the ambition of a bird. Song Lian nodded, with some appreciation.

……

"Sir, are you alright? I can't hold it anymore. ”

"Persistence...... Wait until I'm done drawing this leg. ”

……

"Old gentleman...... My leg seems to be cramping. ”

"Persistence...... I'll finish drawing your sword in a moment, but your sword is really beautiful. ”

……

"Old gentleman...... Okay, okay? It's time for lunch, I'm hungry. ”

"Actually, it's already been drawn, I'm just waiting for it to happen, you can come and take a look."

What? Yu Shaobai sat on the ground with his buttocks, rubbing his arms and legs, this portrait was also torturous, and he painted it for an hour, almost cramping to death.

And in this torment, Yu Shaobai finally remembered who this Dai Liang was, mentioned this person in the history of the Ming Dynasty, Dai Liang studied ancient scriptures and ancient texts in Liu Guan, Huang Wei, Wu Lai, learned poetry in Yu Que, and Song Lian is the same door, Botong classics and history, next to the hundreds of schools, poetry and prestige, his poems are especially good, and he is indeed a famous literati in the early Ming Dynasty.

Yu Shaobai came to the case, picked up the calligraphy and painting, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Old man! You're too good at painting, the people in it seem to be alive, but this person doesn't look like me. ”

"What!" Song Lian was a little puzzled, the painting was quite similar, and Dai Liang was even more stimulated: "How can it not be like it?" Take a closer look. ”

"Where is this, mother. Could you please add a few more strokes to make my painting more majestic? ”

Mother? Dai Liang didn't know what it meant, but he knew majestic. "Alright, that's it." He wrote eight characters on the portrait.

"Wen can rule the world, and Wu can be Anbang?" Seeing these eight characters, Yu Shaobai was a little stunned, not only majestic, but also domineering. With these eight words and Dai Liang's autograph and seal, it is his golden signboard, who dares to disagree, he showed his calligraphy and painting, Dai Liang certified, I am me, different fireworks.

"What is he doing stupidly there?" Song Lian whispered.

"Naturally, it's because of my calligraphy and painting, normal reaction."

Hearing the conversation between the two, Yu Shaobai came back to his senses, put away the calligraphy and painting, and arched his hand towards Dai Liang: "Thank you Mr. for the painting." I'll go to the first floor now. ”

Seeing that he couldn't wait to leave, Dai Liang shook his head: "The little guy has no eyesight, how can Song Lian's calligraphy and paintings be as valuable as the old man's calligraphy and paintings, as for being so eager?" ”??

He seemed to be talking to himself, but in fact he was talking to Song Lian, and sure enough, Song Lian was very unconvinced when he heard this: "Don't think that the old man won't dare to fight with you, if it's about calligraphy and painting, you and I are just equal." ”

"Hey~ You're really shameless, you have the ability to fight for three hundred rounds!"

"Good! I'll convince you. ”

After speaking, the two old men, who were more than 130 years old, sat on the chessboard and started another round of games.

Yu Shaobai came to the first floor with the portrait in his arms, looking at the books on the shelves, and the calligraphy and paintings on the walls, he was a little dizzy, and he didn't know which one to choose.

Suddenly, he thought of Song Lian's "Sending Dongyang Horses to Life" written six years later, and this random poem has been recited for 600 years, and even the supporting role Ma Jun has been stained. If this Dongyang Masheng becomes Lanxi for the rest of his life, maybe the flowers of the motherland in the future will know that they once existed, and they are quite bright fireworks.

Thinking of this, he ran to the second floor in a hurry, and was about to speak, but saw that the two were playing, so he hurriedly sat aside and waited quietly.

An Hour......

Yu Shaobai touched his stomach, he couldn't wait any longer, so he walked out of Tibet, and when he saw the servant sitting at the door, he asked, "Brother, did you take it with you?" ”

"Brought it."

"Everywhere, I'm starving."

"I ate it."

"You ate? Do you eat it yourself? You haven't eaten yet. ”

"Who knew I would stay until the afternoon this time, I just brought a steamed bun, and I didn't think about bringing adults to eat."

Hearing this, Yu Shaobai shook his head helplessly, raised his legs and walked into the mountains and forests, and heard the servant behind him shouting: "Young man, there are wild beasts around, don't run away." ”

Yu Shaobai smiled: "I'll be afraid of it? I hope the beast doesn't run far, lest I have to look for it. ”

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Half an hour later, Dai Liang, who was fighting, suddenly shrugged his nose and asked, "Have you smelled the smell of meat?" ”

"It does smell it, it seems to be coming from outside."

When the two came to the window, they saw Yu Shaobai making a fire and roasting meat in the open space outside, Yang Weizhen couldn't help swallowing, turned his head and looked at the chessboard, "Or ......"

"Fight again after eating." Song Lian answered.

"But I'm not very good at it." Dai Liang seemed to have just thought that he was already in his prime, and Song Lian smiled on the side: "The old man has a good mouth, and your old man eats it for you." With that, he had gone downstairs.

"Old sir! I know you can't eat meat, steal from the foot of the mountain...... No, it's the eight-treasure porridge you bought, do you want to come down and drink a bowl? ”

Hearing Yu Shaobai's words, Dai Liang was a little relieved, this kid has a little conscience, and he has a conscience more than Song Lian. "Song Lian! You put my bowl down for me! ”

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After eating and drinking, Yu Shaobai came to Song Lian's side and said with a smile: "My lord, you are still satisfied with the meat just now." ”??

"Yes, this pork tastes better than ever."

Yu Shaobai smiled, the taste of wild boar can be the same as that of domestic pigs. "My lord, I just looked at it on the first floor, and I think everything is very precious, I'm really embarrassed to take your ink treasure, it's better to do this, I admire you very much, can you write me a gift preface?" I hope it can become a compass in my life, whenever I encounter setbacks and difficulties, when I see it, I can think of you, an adult, you are the driving force for my efforts. (To be continued.) )