Chapter 119: I Wish to Pick Flowers and Not Break Willows (I)
Wen Tingyun, this is a name that moves Chang'an City, and if you look at it from the name alone, maybe everyone will think that he is an elegant and delicate man with a scholarly atmosphere. But maybe God is fair, he gave Wen Tingyun a family background, talent, and status, and he will definitely deprive him of something.
That's right, physiognomy.
If you meet Wen Tingyun for the first time, it is difficult to associate him with the founder of the Huajian School, and even to connect him with the word "Huajian", until he opens his mouth to chat, until he raises his gestures to exude the charm that only a scholar will have.
Wen Tingjun is a romantic person, a conceited person, he doesn't care about his appearance, he knows who he is and what he does.
He is a talented man, a greedy and gentle man, and a person like Du Mu.
Du Mu said: "The dream of Yangzhou in ten years has won the name of Qinglou Bo Xing. In the eyes of their readers, entering and exiting the Qinglou, it has never been a shameful thing for Wen Xiang to rise and fall, on the contrary, depravity is a chic thing, and being with those dusty women has a chance to be a good story.
There is a world of difference between a woman in the dust and an ordinary woman. Ordinary women pound clothes and cook, sew clothes and have children, the years pass by in their faces, the trivialities of life make them grow old before their own men, and their temperament is becoming less docile day after day, year after year in the boring courtyard life.
And the women in the dust are destined to be different from them, those unfortunate women, some of them are from declining aristocracy, they have received the education and influence that only the upper class can have since childhood, and they exude a charming nobility, even if they experience the decline, decline, and even destruction of the family. This only adds to the coldness of the world in their eyes, which is a fatal temptation for readers.
What's more, even if those women are not from aristocratic backgrounds, they have been forced to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, coupled with good looks, they will inevitably become "confidantes" in the mouth of readers. They are too clear about the needs of men, whether it is body or soul, they can always find the fatal weakness of men.
It only takes one action, perhaps the gentle ink of the sleeves, or the gentle gaze of the man when he talks endlessly.
Of course, it can also be a low smile leaning on the railing, a playful hook when sitting on a collapse, they know which part of themselves men have different impulses, and they know where they show men in different seasons of their bodies.
Sometimes, wearing clothes is more tempting to a man than not wearing clothes at all.
Sitting on the bed, you don't need to take off your clothes directly, you just need to sit lazily, stretch your legs, and hook the shoes on the other foot with one foot.
Time is fair to anyone, it will carve everyone ruthlessly, but some people know how to decorate themselves with time, they know how to make maturity their charm. Since ancient times, physiognomy has not lasted long.
Perhaps, as the saying goes: start with Yan, fall into talent, and be loyal to the product.
This is true for both men and women.