The rain is unabated, and the water flowing across the road pavilion almost floods the road, and sitting in the road pavilion only listens to the sound of "whooshing" water, and the speech must be very loud to hear clearly.

The old servant asked if the Ming Post Station was not far from here, so he thanked Zeng Yu, turned around and told the old man who closed his eyes and pondered, and the old man nodded, indicating that he knew the way, and he was still wandering outside the object, knocking his fingers and groaning.

At this time, Sixi suddenly shouted: "Oh no, the book is wet." ”

Zeng Yu's book is made of bamboo and wood, there is a shelf that can be carried on the body, quite convenient, it is the year before last when I went to Dongyan Academy to study, I asked the carpenter and carpenter to do it, the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and book scrolls are all in this book, last night Zeng Yu also put in a volume of his poems and dozens of paintings together, the paintings are unframed, and the poems are placed on the top layer of the book, Sixi Fang has to lead the donkey again, and he has to brave the rain to hurry, I didn't notice that the oilcloth covering the book was lifted by the wind, and then I found that the top layer of the book is water-

Sixi hurriedly took out those wet poems and paintings and hung them on the stone bench of the road pavilion, those painting papers were stained into paper cakes, Sixi was frightened, and he didn't dare to look at Zeng Yu, he knew that the young master of Lu Dao attached great importance to these poems and paintings, and thought that he was going to be scolded now, and he should be scolded, but don't drive him back to Shitian-

Zeng Yu came over and carefully separated the paintings that were wet and stained together, spread them on the stone bench, and a few of them had been soaked and broken by the rain, so he threw them aside, and turned his head to see Sixi shrinking and uneasy, so he smiled and comforted the little Xi and said: "Sixi, this is no wonder for you, only blame God for being jealous that my poems and paintings are too aura, and obscure me and dirty me." ”

The old man who was sitting upright with his eyes closed heard Zeng Yu say this, his white eyebrows and white beard moved together, his eyes were still closed, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, and he said in his heart: "This country boy is not ashamed, ridiculous, ridiculous. ”

Great-mother Zhou saw that Zeng Yu, Niuniu and Sixi were all soaked, standing in the pavilion, the tips of her hair and clothes were still dripping, although the weather would not be cold at the end of April, but the pavilion was windy on all sides, so that the whole body was soaked for a long time and it was easy to catch a cold, and the rain would not stop for a while and a half, so she stood up and asked Zeng Yu to make a screen with her to help Niuniu cover it, so that Niuniu changed into a clean cloth skirt, and asked Zeng Yu and Sixi to change their clothes-

At this time, it is about the end of Shen Shi, that is, it is almost five o'clock in the afternoon, because of the rain, the sky is gloomy and a little twilight, here is still seven miles away from Shanxi Station, the rain is now a little lighter, but look at this dark cloud is afraid that it will be a while, Zeng Yuxin said: "If this rain has been falling until dark, can we still spend the night in this road pavilion?" Said to his mother: "Mother, this rain can't stop for a while, we still rush to Shanxi Station in the rain to find an inn to live in - Niuniu and Niang together umbrella and donkey, I carry these two fine rattan suitcases, Sixi and I are wet anyway, not afraid of drenching again, walk fast on the road and blood flow quickly will not catch a cold." ”

Great-mother Zhou didn't have any idea, of course she listened to her son, so she wiped the saddle pad on the donkey's back, sat on it with Niuniu, and Sixi carried the book on her back, and this time carefully covered the book with an oilcloth, and saw that the great-mother Zhou had opened the umbrella, so she led the black donkey into the rain curtain.

Zeng Yu greeted the two male servants, put on the compass burden on his back, inserted the long sword, and strode into the drizzle with one clothes in each hand, because the black donkey carried Niuniu, and he had to carry the two clothes-

The old servant saw that Zeng Yu's family was leaving in the rain, and hurriedly said to the old man: "Master, let's also go on the road, we are on the same road as this family, and it will be dark when we look at it." ”

The white-bearded old man didn't raise his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard, the old servant saw Zeng Yu's family drifting away in the rain, and couldn't help but be a little anxious, but he didn't dare to urge him if he didn't move, the old man must be writing poems and beating the belly manuscript, the old man is really a belly of poems, sunny poems and rain poems, which have written dozens of poems all the way from Fujian-

"Pen and ink waiting."

The old man who was sitting upright suddenly said this, his voice was not small, fortunately Niuniu had left the pavilion, otherwise he would have been frightened, and the appearance of the old man who opened his eyes was also a little scary, his left eye was almost all whites, and his eyeballs would not turn, it seemed that his left eye should be blind.

The two servants were obviously accustomed to the old man's startling, and the pen and ink were quickly waiting for him, and the old man lifted a blue and white curly grass pen, dipped it in thick ink, hung his wrist and waved, and inscribed a poem on the inner wall of the pavilion:

"The horse's head is rushing to the rocky beach, and the wind and rain in the mountains send people cold. Don't come to the thatched hut and often empty the bed, but remember Nanhua pillow to watch. ”

After a moment of scrutiny, he wrote again: "Twilight rain mountain line feelings, Gengshen Mengxia Xinyou day four Mingshan people book in Guangxin Mansion Post Pavilion. Then he took out a book of poems, copied the poems on the wall, and said to himself: "This poem can be sent to Cao Zhongcheng." ”

The young manservant looked at the poem on the wall and asked, "The master has always walked, where did the horse in this poem come from?" ”

The old scholar laughed, and the pen in his hand pointed at the manservant's head: "Stupid thing, stupid thing, just see a horse character and say that there is a horse, didn't we pass by a place called Mashou Beach in front of us?" ”

The old servant packed up his pen and ink and said, "Master, let's go on the road." ”

The old scholar nodded, put on a wide-brimmed bamboo hat, and saw that there were rain-soaked drawings left by Zeng Yu on the stone bench, and laughed: "Let's see how the little boy's poems and paintings are aura, even God is jealous of him." "Leaning over to take a closer look, the top one is a large and a small two chrysanthemums, pure ink, not colored, because the paper is wet, the ink color is a little leaky, so I can't see whether the pen is fine, but the blank layout is not bad-

The old man put down the dove-headed staff in his hand, uncovered the pile of painting paper under a piece, there is an inscription on this painting, the old man only glanced at his eyes and his eyes lit up, and quickly took the painting to the bright place of the road pavilion to take a closer look, this painting is a branch of ink plum, the pen is unrestrained, a little bit of swaying, a few strokes, the image is vivid, the inscription poem on it is only two and a half sentences" - the mountain trail is cold and snowy and fragrant. The thin shadow follows (missing three words), and leaves the sparse stamen to wait for Qingyang. ”

There are only two words in the payment - "Zeng Yu".

This should be a seven-word quatrain of Yongmei, just look at the last sentence of this is a good poem, and the calligraphy is quite good, it can be seen that it is the style of the teacher Su Shi and Mi Fu, with the pen Jun fast, soft and rigid, although the pen is still naïve, but think that the writer is still just a weak crown child, then there is nothing to blame, over time, will become an accomplished calligrapher -

"Ten steps away, there must be vanilla, this poor country can meet such a young talent with excellent calligraphy, painting and poetry, rare, rare."

The old scholar sighed in admiration, and went to look at the drawing paper again, but the remaining pieces of painting paper were either soaked in water, or the ink was dissolved into a ball, and it was unrecognizable, so he had to put this half-crippled ink plum picture in the bookcase with raw rice paper on both sides.

At this time, the rain stopped, and the western sky was faintly dark, and it was the setting sun hidden behind the clouds.

The old man picked up the dove's cane, and said with high interest: "On the road, on the road, catch up with the little scholar, the old man wants to discuss poetry with him with candles, Ha Luha, this son is rare is that there is no pedantic turban, the old man has seen how many so-called talents, in fact, they can only make eight strands of literature, and they are pretentious when they are a show talent, and the old man despises them." ”

This old man is over sixty years old, his hair is white, but his physical strength is quite strong, he borrows his strength with a dove's cane, and he walks very fast, the old servant carries a burden, and the young manservant carries the luggage and follows behind, and the master and servant three come to Shanxi Station in the twilight, which is a small market town, or the port of water transportation, and the market is quite prosperous.

The old man stayed at the post station, so he ordered the second servant to look for the young scholar, but the second servant searched for more than a dozen inns in Shanxi Town, and did not see the young scholar's family.

The old man sighed, such a young talent, he didn't know each other because he didn't know each other, he missed it this time, and I am afraid it will be difficult to meet it in the future.

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The second update was delivered, and Xiaodao asked the book friends for recommendation tickets.