Qiu Hua sank his heart, ignored the white eyes of those people, and wrote quietly, when the first word "Tian" was written, the reactions of several people were still relatively normal, but when the second word "Dao" was written, Shi Wuxian looked at the young man in front of him approvingly.

When the third word "reward" was not finished, those famous artists couldn't help but praise: "The pen is sharp, it doesn't look like a young man's heart, and the pen is decent enough, it should be an imitation." I didn't expect that the young man in front of him, calligraphy can have such an achievement, although his handwriting is not a master level now, but at his age, Guangmo City is afraid that there are few opponents.

After the four words "God rewards diligence" were written, the few people who helped the palm eyes showed approving eyes, and an older person said: "Well, Zhongpin, give a seven-fold discount, yes, at a young age, calligraphy attainments are not shallow, it seems that the little doll is working weekdays." The old calligraphers present either out of love for talent or out of love for money, all had the idea of accepting apprentices, but Qiuhua refused one by one.

As soon as Qiuhua came, Shi Yingying couldn't help but sarcastically say: "Hahaha, it's only seven folds, my grandfather came last time, and the boss directly made a full discount, do you know, you just don't need money."

"Yingying, you go to write, how much discount can you get?" Shi Wuxian asked rhetorically, and then said: "Little brother, don't care too much, Yingying, this child is not sensible, although you are young, it can be seen that you really have a love for calligraphy." I am also very grateful to the little old man, you chose my own calligraphy style, I ask, little brother, would you like to be my disciple? ”

As soon as she heard this, Qiu Hua almost jumped up without excitement. Liu Lao immediately said: "Then dare to be kind, Qiuhua Xiaoyou, I haven't thanked Shi Lao, if you can get a pair of his ink treasures, you will send it, hahaha." As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Hua immediately bowed and said excitedly: "Thank you Senior Shi, thank you Senior Shi."

"Little things, little things, and ah, Lao Liu, don't be sarcastic about me, my calligraphy, where can it compare to your chapter?" Shi Wuxian waved his hand.

A few people exchanged pleasantries for a while, Shi Wuxian retired, and when Shi Yingying left, she made a big grimace like just now.

As soon as the two left, the dishes just came up. While eating, Liu Lao asked: "Qiuhua Xiaoyou, have you read my new poems in the last letter?" Is there any progress? It turned out that in the past month, Qiu Hua and Liu Lao often discussed poetry in letters.

For modern people, it is not uncommon to forget to write with a pen, so Qiuhua is quite fond of this ancient way of communication. In order to send letters, Liu Lao has to come down every few days, but he also feels that occasionally contact with the society can make his works fuller, so he doesn't feel these troubles.

Qiu Hua recalled that a few days ago he received a letter with two small poems on it, one of which was called "Qiu Si": "Mandarin fish are fat in the river, and the flowers and trees in the mountains are beautiful." Chang'an has many geese, artesian to the moon. The west wind blows inexhaustibly, and the wanderer's heart is autumn. There are years in the world, and there is no white head in Jianglou. ”

The other is "Fishing Song": "Panic is empty all day long, and all living beings cannot see the mirror." The river is full of turmoil and evil, which one comes with me. At this time, Qiuhua felt that Liu Lao's poems were already ideological.

At the same time, Qiuhua also knew that the old man really liked poetry culture, which made him feel like he was too late.

Qiu Hua turned his back in front of him, and arched his hand and said, "Old Liu, you have made great progress now, I am embarrassed to comment on you." Liu Lao laughed and said, "But it's okay to say it, between the two of us, don't be too restrained." ”

"The first song "Autumn Thoughts", the first three sentences write about the autumn scene, adding to the color of depression, which is very fascinating. This last sentence. Personally, I think that the most effort. The first sentence is enough to render enough sadness, but in the last sentence, you put this so-called change in a dead thing like architecture, but you freeze time, which is a very detached thought. ”

After Qiuhua finished speaking, he paused, and added: "And the song "Fishing Song", the first two sentences reveal a Buddha nature, and the latter sentence is a lament for their own fate, giving people a sense of misanthropy. ”

"Hahaha, good, good, I didn't feel so much when I wrote it myself, and I gave you such a comment, and suddenly I had a lot of inspiration, hahaha, wonderful and wonderful, I have something to write about when I go back." Liu Lao applauded happily.

In fact, it can be seen from these two poems that Liu Lao's heart is very lonely, Qiuhua couldn't bear to break it, and asked: "Liu Lao, why don't you come down the mountain, you are hidden in the city, you will definitely have more inspiration here, you will definitely be able to write better works, and I can often come to you to communicate." ”

Liu Lao listened, waved his hand and said: "Thank you very much for Qiuhua's concern, in this city, the air is not good, I really don't want to stay longer." Don't talk about this, eat vegetables and eat vegetables. Boss Liu waved his hand and beckoned to eat. He didn't want to, and Qiuhua was too embarrassed to say anything more, so he could only eat along.

Lunch was not until two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and the three of them stopped, I have to say that the food here is indeed extraordinary, but Qiuhua still felt that the price was too high, Liu Lao paid, and the three of them walked out of "Tao Ranju".

"It's not as good as the Wang family." Elder Liu let out a sigh of relief and said. "By the way, Qiuhua Xiaoyou, this is for you." Liu Lao said, and took out a small object from his pocket, and looked at it, it was a seal.

Qiuhua took it, looked at it carefully, and was immediately amazed by Liu Lao's skillful hands, although this chapter uses a certain jade material, because Qiuhua doesn't understand jade, so he doesn't know its value, but he just thinks that this chapter is very crystalline, and it has a little faint green. And the carving technique is really good, the two complement each other, and it looks better and better. Receiving this gift for no reason, Qiu Hua hurriedly said: "Old Liu, this chapter is really good, it is useless, you should take it back." ”

Liu Lao listened to it and teased: "You little friend, you value these flashiness too much, it's not advisable, you can keep it, let's go." After saying that, he walked straight away, without waiting for Qiu Hua's response.

Tian Jingru looked at Liu Lao's back and said: "Qiuhua, Liu Lao is quite pitiful alone, I just seemed to find out that when he saw Shi Yingying, he seemed to be very sad." ”

Qiu Hua also looked at his back, then turned to her and said, "Yes, Liu Lao has a huge pain in his heart, I guess it should be related to his family." However, I don't feel sorry for him, and I may not be able to learn his state of mind for the rest of my life. ”

After walking for a while, Tian Jingru suddenly stopped, Qiuhua turned her head and asked her, "Jingru, what's wrong?" Tian Jingru pouted and said, "I'm tired, I don't care, you carry me." ”

Qiuhua looked at her, inexplicably stunned, her brain twitched, and then said, "Jingru, how many pounds are you?" Tian Jingru listened, her little face was slightly angry, and she said word by word: "Qiuhua, it seems that you have no desire to survive at all, okay, I will satisfy you." Before she could finish speaking, Qiuhua had already slipped away, Tian Jingru stomped her foot angrily and shouted, "Don't let me catch it." Then, he chased after him.

At that time, a gust of wind blew through the big banyan tree, a leaf faintly fell, and the cicada suddenly stopped calling.