Things in the embroidery workshop were busy, and on the side of the school, Song Tian came to the Songjian Pavilion where the owner of the hall was located again.

In order to stay a little longer, he made a special trip to pick a time to get out of school in the afternoon.

The doors of Matsuma Pavilion are often ajar, and it feels like anyone can set foot in this place, but no one dares to enter it at will.

There was no one else living in it except the owner, Song Tian stepped forward and knocked gently, and when he saw that no one should answer, he pushed the door and went in.

The structure of this small house is simple and elegant, with a main hall in front of it, a tea house study and a thatched pavilion and a small flower garden on the left, and a living room and a small stove room and utility room on the right.

The main hall is not wide, there are tables and chairs, and there are calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, which looks particularly elegant.

Song Tian looked up twice when he passed by, and found that there was a new ink treasure hanging in the hall, the handwriting was free and elegant, and the pen peak was as smooth as a cloud.

He paused for a moment to look at it, and then he heard the voice of Pavilion Master Li coming from inside the teahouse.

Song Tian walked over and saw a young man in a green shirt sitting opposite the owner in the tea house, one asking, the other answering, and solving the problem.

The young man looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old, with a wheat complexion, he was not tall, he looked very thin and thin, and the green cloth clothes on his body were also washed white, and the edges were still hairy.

Song Tian saw that the two of them were talking seriously and it was not easy to disturb, so he stood quietly outside and waited.

After a while, the man stood up, thanked the owner, and went out with a roll of paper.

He saw Song Tian stunned for a moment, and arched his hand: "Brother Song, I have admired the name for a long time, come in." ”

When did you become a celebrity?

Song Tian was embarrassed, because he didn't know his name and didn't say anything, and when he saw people leaving, he quickly turned in.

"Here, sit down."

Pavilion Master Li was making tea, casually talking to Song Tian, as if he knew he would come over.

Song Tian thought that the half-open door of the Songjian Pavilion was deliberately done by the owner of the pavilion, and he made a special trip to welcome the closed disciples he accepted.

"Sir, Ko'an?"

Song Tian greeted him simply, and after sitting down, he quickly took out the five-character poem he had made.

The last time he was asked, in the last few days he would sit in the school house or in his room whenever he had free time to try to write poems.

Now this song Song Tian is consciously satisfied, but he doesn't know if there is all the artistic conception that the owner of the museum says.

The most basic five-word poem, with the scenery as the meaning, the autumn as the theme, the season is just right.

The owner of the museum recited it silently in his heart, only to feel a faint chill on his body, and the artistic conception suddenly appeared.

Yes, this kid's understanding is even higher than his father's, and he didn't see the wrong person.

Pavilion Master Li nodded with a smile, he didn't have anything to point out about Song Tian's little poem, and he would continue to make progress in this direction in the future, expanding to seven words and sentences.

Song Tian didn't stay inside for too long this time, and soon came out with a red face.

Just praised the owner of the pavilion, and he was excited.

"Brother Song, but you got a compliment?"

When he came to the hall, the tall and thin boy just now did not leave, and when he saw him come out, he asked.

If the questions he asked for guidance needed guidance, Tian Mao guessed.

Song Tian narrowed the smile on his lips, stepped forward and asked, "Dare to ask Brother Taizun's surname?" ”

"My surname is Tian Mingmao, Brother Song doesn't need to be polite, just call him by his name."

is a head taller than himself, but he calls himself Brother Song, and Song Tian can't be polite to him.

He smiled faintly, and then asked Tian Mao what class he was studying, he usually felt that he had never seen this person, let alone heard of anything.

Tian Mao smiled and shook his head, "I'm not the master student of the hall, just a handyman in the hall." ”

He pointed to the broom and dustpan leaning against the tree outside the door, "On weekdays, I am cleaning this area, and the owner of the museum saw that I was literate and gave me a few books, so I can ask him for advice if I have any questions." ”

It turned out that he was not a student in the school hall, but a student of the hall owner, no wonder he was not wearing a student shirt.

Song Tian had some admiration, this person came here on an errand, but he was favored by the hall owner, and he thought about what was at stake.

The two of them stood under the newly hung ink treasure, first chatting about something else, and then mentioning the writing on the wall.

Although this person is just a small handyman, he obviously knows more than Song Tian.

Not only did he know who wrote it, but he could also tell what he had heard and heard.

This ink treasure on the wall is a rare masterpiece, it is reported that the book is a great talent in the south of the Yangtze River, people have passed away for many years, there are not many ink treasures in the world, and it is rare to ask for one on the market.

"Mr. Tao's calligraphy is not the best masterpiece, his small script is a fine work, and many disciples of famous families are using his calligraphy to this day. His small Kai is written evenly and steadily, with rigidity in the show, it is a rare Danqing wonderful pen, which is very popular among the students who enter the scientific examination, but the real work is rare, like us poor students, it is also very good to get him a tablet. ”

Tian Mao's eyebrows fluttered, Song Tian was stunned when he heard it, it was obvious that he couldn't answer, so he had to smile and nod.

Tian Mao smiled lightly, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother Song, you are still young, you will work hard in the future." ”

A child who has just turned ten years old doesn't know what ability he has won the favor of the owner.

Tian Mao's tone was contemptuous, Song Tian heard it, but he was not as knowledgeable as others, so he was not angry, and nodded his head.

The two were about to go out, and Ji Ying came over again, holding a pot of orchids in his hand, and he didn't know whether to find the owner of the museum, Pinlan or teach the question.

Soon Tian Mao chatted with Ji Ying again, and the topic still revolved around the new ink treasure hanging on the wall.

Song Tian knew that he couldn't answer, so he left quickly.

When he returned to the teaching house, Pang Zimo and Luo Zhenping were writing articles on their desks.

"Song Tian, you're back so soon."

Pang Zimo put down his pen and blew the ink for him to help take a look.

For the final exam at the end of the year, these two people also held back their energy.

In the past, Pang Zi couldn't find the direction of his hard work, and no one studied with him, so he felt that the life in the school hall was very boring, but now that Song Tian and Luo Zhenping are here, they finally have company, and he doesn't want to go back to fry oil, so he can only find a way to rise.

Besides, Luo Zhenping, his foundation is not bad, he just didn't take it seriously before, thinking that when the time comes, he will go home to inherit the family's field and be a landlord like his father, but that is a few years later, and now he has to work hard in the school, otherwise it is not fun for the other two to leave him in Dingban.

The three of them stayed in the school house until it was almost dark before packing up and going back.

was busy for several days, and at noon on this day, Song Tian made another poem and showed it to the owner.

This time he didn't see the owner of the hall, and he was not there, but he met the school hall handyman named Tian Mao, but he just saw him cleaning outside.

Tian Mao greeted Song Tian very familiarly, and took out a thin tablet to show him.

"This is Mr. Tao's small Kai, and I just got these few copies, and I practice on weekdays as a copybook."

Tian Mao made a special trip to show Song Tianchang his knowledge, although those tablets were a little vague, but this did not prevent the pine like a beautiful pen peak from revealing from the paper.