"Lin Gongzi wants to origami boats? Come, this piece of rice paper for you," the young man smiled and took a piece of rice paper from the stone steps by the pavilion and handed it to him.

Lin Xifeng took the rice paper and asked with a smile, "How much is a piece?" ”

"It was originally a penny, but if it was Lin Gongzi, then there would be no need to pay the bill, I just hope that after Lin Gongzi is busy with this, he can reopen the tavern in the market, and let's go to relieve my hunger, these days are almost hungry." The young man smiled and hugged his fist, quite respectfully.

Lin Xifeng laughed dumbly for a while, and then he didn't tell him, a penny is not worth saliva, even if the young man's family is not rich, this money will not affect his family's livelihood.

The young man hurriedly took a brush and handed it to Lin Xifeng, there were only two brushes and an inkstone prepared in the pavilion, and after buying rice paper, he could write poems on the stone steps, and then fold them into a boat.

Lin Xifeng gently brushed his sleeves, spread the rice paper on the stone platform, and Liu Shu'er stepped forward to help him press the upper corners of the rice paper with his hand, staring intently at the tip of the pen.

Now by the West Lake, of course, you have to write some poems related to the West Lake, Lin Xifeng naturally does not know how to write poems, but he likes the charm of poetry, and he often goes to the modern ancient poetry forum on weekdays, but also collects a lot of good poems.

"The sunset pavilion is cloudy and sunny, and the hibiscus is full of evening breeze. Foolish words on the side of the double embankment bridge, falling into the West Lake and singing together. People sit on green moss, people are also green, and the words are clear. There are a few lovesick sentences in the heart, and it is not good to meet the Xizi pen. After the poem was written, Lin Xifeng pondered for a while, and then wrote a line of familiar words on the signature in the lower corner of the rice paper: "I have confirmed the eyes, I met the right person." ”

In this way, there is no need to worry that anyone will find him.

This poem is not a whole poem, but Lin Xifeng collected the verses from several good poems and put them together, and then modified some words and sentences according to his own understanding, and looked at it for a while, and found that there seemed to be something missing, and after a moment of silence, he realized that there was no poem name, and then wrote down two words: Untitled.

Anyway, if you can't think of a good name, you can use these two words, which is the case for everyone in ancient times and today.

Lin Xifeng smiled and returned the brush to the young man, picked up the rice paper and walked out of the pavilion with Lin Xifeng.

"Xianggong, read me what you wrote." Liu Lian'er couldn't read the poems, and the dense words on the rice paper made her feel a little anxious, and she couldn't help but aim at the rice paper with her head held high.

Seeing this, Lin Xifeng had no choice but to read the poem to her, and then explained the meaning of each sentence to her sentence by sentence, and added a sentence with a smile at the end: "This poem was just written on a whim, and the meaning of the poem has little to do with me." ”

Because the approximate meaning of this poem is to describe the suffering of lovesickness, he doesn't explain it, I'm afraid that Liu Lian'er will think wildly, isn't Xianggong a girl who has a crush?

Hearing Lin Xifeng's explanation, Liu Lian'er also laughed happily: "What Xiang'er knows, in fact, Xianggong doesn't have to bother explaining these to Xiang'er, if Xianggong really likes which girl, she and Xianggong are in love, and Xiang'er won't say much." ”

She once again affirmed that she would not interfere with Lin Xifeng's concubine, which made Lin Xifeng can't help but shake her head and smile bitterly, this girl is cute and distressing.

After the paper boat was folded, Lin Xifeng handed it to Liu Lian'er and asked her to release the boat with her own hands, Liu Lian'er bent down with a smile and groaned, gently put the paper boat in the lake, and then pouted and blew lightly on the paper boat, although her breath did not have much impact on the paper boat.

The paper boat floated towards the center of the lake with the light wind, and it seemed that it was about to float to the other side according to the path, until the paper boat disappeared from the sight of the willow curtain, she stood up and turned back to ask Lin Xifeng's opinion: "Xianggong, let's go to the other shore too!" It's a little more lively over there. ”

"Well, that's what the curtain meant." Lin Xifeng responded with a smile, and walked with her along the Su Causeway towards the opposite bank, the place of the poetry meeting was at the end of the Su Causeway on the east bank of the West Lake.

There are quite a lot of pedestrians on the embankment, the children's play, the shouts of the adults are intertwined, so lively, the white wood hibiscus flowers and the green willow branches and leaves on the embankment are swaying left and right, occasionally the children break off a wood hibiscus flower, and excitedly run to the adults to please, but the adults shouted: "This wood hibiscus is planted by Mr. Dongpo, what is it for?" If you dare to be disrespectful to your husband again, you will be thrown into the river. The child immediately "whimpered" and began to cry......

There is also a child holding a piece of rice paper, running and shouting: "There will be a good poem of the Mid-Autumn Festival at the poetry meeting, which is written by Xue Gongzi, a talented son of Hangzhou City. Ying Ying sneaked into the house and laughed at me for not being lovesick. What a masterpiece! ”

For these noises, Lin Xifeng just smiled and laughed, and his heart unconsciously became comfortable, it is impossible to have such an atmosphere in modern times.

When Lin Xifeng and Liu Lian'er walked to the end of the Su Causeway, the poetry meeting was at its peak, and the pavilion on the boat was crowded with literati and ink writers, or one person looked at the moon with his hands in his hand, chanting poems, or one person worked hard to write a book, his face was full of joy, as if he had another masterpiece, or several people talked happily and discussed their own poetry and literary experiences.

The two found a vacant place to sit down in the gazebo next to them, enjoying the scenery, Lin Xifeng took out another piece of moon cake from her clothes, handed it to Liu Lian'er, and she ate it happily.

In the distance, a slender jade hand stretched out and pinched out a paper boat from the shore of the lake, and a woman's voice muttered beside her: "Sister, what do you think of these poems?" Judging from the slaves and maids, these so-called talents are not as talented as their sisters. ”

"Well, just look at this one, it's boring anyway." The woman said with a smile.

"If you want to see good poems, go to the poetry meeting to take a look, and the poems over there are better than the poems on these boats, these poems are written by some unknown people! I'm afraid it's going to hurt my sister's heart, sister, are you...... Sister, sister, why shouldn't you be a slave......" The maid raised her head, but saw that the woman's bright eyes were staring at the spread out rice paper, and it seemed that she couldn't move it anymore.

"Idiot on the side of the Shuangdi Bridge, falling into the West Lake, the waves roaring...... There are a few lovesick sentences in my heart, and I don't meet Xizi...... The pen can't ......" The woman intermittently read the poem out of her mouth, and her expression gradually became subtle, and then the corners of her mouth slowly spread out a smile, and the maid also noticed the woman's strangeness, and asked, "Sister, this poem is written...... Isn't it good? ”

Although the maid had learned some words with the woman, she could naturally understand what the woman was reading, but when it came to the meaning of the poem, she couldn't figure it out for a while.

"Isn't it just good...... In my opinion, this poem is several times better than all the poems at the poetry meeting, but this person is so strange, there is such a good poem not to be taken to the poetry meeting to make a name, but a boat floats in the lake, if no one picks it up, will it fall to the bottom of the lake and annihilate......" The woman sighed lightly, not feeling sorry, but then she was glad again, fortunately this poem was picked up by her.