"Insist that Qingshan will not relax...... The roots were originally ...... in the broken rocks"

"Thousands of blows are still tenacious, and the wind is ...... in the southeast and northwest," Lu Mingxuan muttered, putting it in his mouth one by one and savoring it carefully.

"Good poetry! Good poetry! Lu Mingxuan clapped his hands excitedly, "It's a good sentence, it's tough after thousands of blows, and the wind is ...... in the southeast and northwest."

"The tenacity and perseverance of bamboo are vividly depicted, which is really a good poem!" Lu Mingxuan's fair face was flushed, he spoke incoherently excitedly, and his palms slammed on the coffee table.

Song Qingyuan glanced at the coffee table distressedly, fortunately, it was made of wood.

Anti-hitting!

"Little Pepper, who made this poem?" Lu Mingxuan had a pair of peach blossom eyes, and looked at him with a bright eye, he loved bamboo, and he had almost read all the poems about bamboo.

This one, such a classic poem, he had never heard it, Lu Mingxuan couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Uh......" Song Qingyuan was stunned when he was asked, when he chose the poem, he only thought that this one was good, Lu Mingxuan would like it, so he found someone to engrave it.

But I forgot that this poem was written by the Qing Dynasty painter, Zheng Banqiao. In this era, there is no Zheng Banqiao and his people.

After crossing over, Song Qingyuan studied the history of this era, and it can be said that part of the history coincides with the time and space in which she once lived.

It's not exactly the same.

Song Qingyuan pondered for a moment and said, "This poem is written by a painting master named Zheng Banqiao. ”

"Zheng Banqiao? Artist? Lu Mingxuan recalled carefully, and shook his head for a while, he had never heard of this name.

"What you saw on the paintings?" Lu Mingxuan asked, if it is true that the painting is inscribed with poems, he has not seen it, it is not strange, he does not prefer painting.

"Hmm!" Song Qingyuan nodded along with Lu Mingxuan's conjecture.

"Where did I see it, I'll buy it......" Lu Mingxuan continued, "The painting that can match this poem must be bamboo!" ”

Lu Mingxuan's eyes swelled with excitement, "The poems are so good, I think the paintings must be extraordinary!" ”

"There's no necessarily connection with this......" Song Qingyuan smiled bitterly, where did she go to get a painting about bamboo for Lu Mingxuan......

Lu Mingxuan...... Hehe......" Song Qingyuan smiled dryly, "If I tell you that I forgot where I saw that painting, you won't believe it, right?" ”

Lu Mingxuan raised his eyebrows, "Do you think I believe it or not." ”

Definitely not believe it! She doesn't believe it herself! Song Qingyuan pouted, she dug a kang and buried herself.

"Anyway, I just forgot, believe it or not!" Song Qingyuan spread out her hands and began to play tricks, she was a broken jar.

"Uh......" It was Lu Mingxuan's turn to look confused, what does this mean by little pepper? He wanted it a lot.

But......

Looking at Song Qingyuan, who was raising his head and looking resolute, Lu Mingxuan shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, the poem is well written, but the painting may not be good!" Lu Mingxuan comforted himself.

Song Qingyuan followed with a smile, Zheng Banqiao's paintings must be good! This is a very famous painter, if it really exists in this era, with the value of Lu Mingxuan's county commander, he may not be able to buy Zheng Banqiao's paintings, right?

Unless it's a leak, it's bought before Zheng Banqiao is famous.

Lu Mingxuan didn't mention the painting, and Song Qingyuan didn't mention it, so he quickly changed the topic, "Are you flipping over and taking a look......"

"Oh?" Is there any surprise, Lu Mingxuan gently held up the soap, turned it over, and a piece of bamboo was printed on the other side of the soap.

"This is bamboo .......," Lu Mingxuan couldn't hide the excitement on his face.

"Pepper, you're so smart...... You little brain, how can you always come up with strange ideas......" Lu Mingxuan's eyes unconsciously doted.

This gift is really kind to him.

"Little Pepper, I'm reluctant to use it, what should I do?" Lu Mingxuan had a bitter face and looked at Song Qingyuan with an embarrassed expression, this gift is not like it is for use, but it is suitable for collection.

"Feel free to use it!" Song Qingyuan smiled and patted Lu Mingxuan, "When you run out, I can still send it to you." ”

Song Qingyuan turned around, took out the drawer, took out the set of molds made of two taels of silver, and handed it to Lu Mingxuan, "Look, there is this, it's not troublesome." ”

"I can make many sets of bamboo soap, you can use it." Song Qingyuan Road.

Lu Mingxuan was still a little reluctant in his heart, how could the meaning of the first part be the same as the second part, "Little pepper, you have a heart......

A trace of emotion, a stream of warmth, surged into Lu Mingxuan's chest.

"Little pepper, I ......" Lu Mingxuan's fingers trembled slightly.

"Stop!" Song Qingyuan intercepted Lu Mingxuan's words, made a gesture of stopping, and said solemnly, "We are good friends, don't give me this whole sensational." ”

"Your gift is so expensive, I still dislike my own gift, I can't take it......" Song Qingyuan pouted. Her gift is really worthless.

"How so!" Lu Mingxuan immediately objected, "How can you think that you can't take it, this is too much to .......take," Lu Mingxuan said exaggeratedly, "I really, really like it." ”

"The most favorite of the most!" Lu Mingxuan nodded violently.

He felt the intention in this gift, and the gift was light and affectionate.

Comparing the two sides, his talent really can't be used.

A trace of shame rose in Lu Mingxuan's heart.

"If you like it!" At the corners of Song Qingyuan's mouth, two big dimples were exposed, and the gift he gave was in line with the hearts of the parties, and he really had a sense of accomplishment.

"By the way, have you been here for the past few days, until the holidays?" Song Qingyuan asked, the Lu family has always come here for the holiday, she has already heard Lu Mingxuan say it.

"Hmm!" Lu Mingxuan nodded, "I'll come over for a few days first, and then my father and mother will come over on the day ......of the festival."

"Aren't you going to give my grandfather a gift?" Lu Mingxuan stood up, "Now I'll take you to ......"

............

It's noon.

A simple courtyard, the courtyard is planted with hardy bamboo, brief, simple, and elegant.

In the middle of a small boxy pond, a few goldfish swim happily.

There are two thick plum trees on the left, and at the stone table under the trees, an old man in a thin azure shirt sits.

The old man's temples were slightly white, his beard was slender, one hand was gently caressed, and the other hand, holding a sunspot, played against himself.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the old man's eyes looked at him with a look of wisdom.

Song Qingyuan looked at him calmly and saluted, "I've seen Mr.!" ”

"I am Song Huaiwen, Song Huaizhi's younger sister, a small courtesy, not a respect, thank you Mr. for the careful teaching of my two brothers." Song Qingyuan gave the salute with both hands.

Mr. Yue Lin took it calmly, his eyes swept away, it was an ordinary farm item, and he was satisfied.

"Little girl, sit here!" Mr. Yue Lin, greeting him cordially, glanced at Lu Mingxuan, and said with a smile, "It's Mingxuan's friend, a Yuan'er girl who sells chrysanthemum tea, makes hawthorn cakes, and makes bean sprouts, right?" ”

"Yes!" Song Qingyuan nodded with a smile.

"Haha!" Mr. Yue Lin laughed heartily, "I have heard its name for a long time, and today I finally saw it, and I have eaten a lot of your hawthorn cakes, hawthorn slices, and bean sprouts." ”

Mr. Yue Lin's attitude became more and more cordial, and he personally poured a cup of tea for Song Qingyuan.

"Don't bother sir!" Song Qingyuan hurriedly got up and took it with both hands.

"Don't be inhibited!" Mr. Yue Lin's hand pressed downward, motioning for Song Qingyuan to sit down.

"How about tasting my tea here, how about it compare to your chrysanthemum tea?" Mr. Yue Lin asked.

"Uh......" Song Qingyuan choked, she didn't understand tea!

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