"Huang Xingmao, Huang Xingmao......" Along the long street, Fang Shuo chattered as he walked.

Fang Shuo learned from Dr. Tea that the bronze incense burner in the Song Mansion was a gift from Song An's friend Huang Xingmao, so he left the teahouse and wanted to meet this Huang Xingmao.

As the old saying goes, under the nose is the road. Although Fang Shuo didn't know where Huang Xingmao lived, he casually asked someone to inquire about it, and he was very happy to learn the location of the Huang Mansion.

As soon as he heard that Fang Shuo wanted to inquire about Huang Xingmao's residence, the old man was very enthusiastic to show Fang Shuo the way.

In his words, the old man praised Huang Xingmao's personality very much, saying that he and Song An were both local gentlemen, and he was a teacher with good manners and temperament.

The old man's words did not surprise Fang Shuo. When Fang Shuo was still in Lingquan, he had already heard of the little bad things about worldly people, parents and children quarreled endlessly, brothers and sisters formed deep enmity in the blink of an eye, and harmonious neighbors would make their heads bleed over trivial things. Huang Xingmao was uneasy and kindly sent a bronze incense burner to Song An, whether it was for love or profit, it was not new. This kind of thing is more refreshing than what kind of bloody enmity between the three generations of the enemy family of that generation.

Walking to a mansion, Fang Shuo looked up and saw that the word Huangfu was written on the door plaque, he nodded and said softly: "It's here, that's right, Huangfu." ”

The Yellow Mansion in front of me looks about the same size as the Song Mansion, it is very clean, and the door of the main mansion is wide open.

A few steps forward, standing at the gate, Fang Shuo asked loudly, "Excuse me, is Mr. Huang here?" ”

A young man dressed as a subordinate Shi Li asked: "I don't know if the son is looking for my master?" ”

Fang Shuo replied: "Yes, I am looking for Huang Xingmao, Mr. Huang." ”

The young man smiled sideways and asked, "The master is in the study, please come with me." ”

"Then there's Little Brother Lao." Fang Shuo smiled and thanked.

As soon as he entered the Yellow Mansion, Fang Shuo saw a lot of green plants. It's just that although the Huangfu is full of green trees, there is not a single flower, which makes Fang Shuo feel a little strange.

Following the young man, Fang Shuo walked through a long corridor. On both sides of the promenade are rockeries and winding waters, and yellow willows are weeping. Walking here, Fang Shuo only felt a cool breeze blowing on his face, which was extremely comfortable.

Out of the corridor, Fang Shuo immediately turned into a small courtyard, where there was a two-story wooden house.

"Childe, please, my master is upstairs in the study." The young man stretched out his hand and asked.

When Fang Shuo entered the door, he only felt that the building was filled with the fragrance of books, and the furnishings everywhere were simple and chic. On the table and chairs, there are calligraphy and paintings, one of which is a new work today, the ink has not yet dried.

In order not to be rude, Fang Shuo cleared his throat and asked, "Is Mr. Huang here?" ”

After asking, no one responded, and Fang Shuo shouted again: "Is Mr. Huang here?" ”

This sound, Fang Shuo deliberately shouted a little higher. Then, he heard someone upstairs answer, "I wonder who your friend is?" Please go upstairs and speak. ”

On the second floor, Fang Shuo saw this Huang Xingmao, Mr. Huang at a glance.

At this time, Huang Xingmao was lying on the side of the bookcase upstairs and waving his pen and writing, without even looking at Fang Shuo.

Looking around, the upstairs furnishings are different from the downstairs, except for the bookcase that Huang Xingmao is leaning on, there is nothing, the window sash is wide open, and there is nothing else.

stepped forward and glanced at the bookcase, and what Huang Xingmao copied was Wang Xizhi's book "Lanting Collection Preface".

The number of words in "Lanting Collection Preface" is not much, and when Fang Shuo read it, Huang Xingmao had already written most of it.

When Huang Xingmao copied the pen, Fang Shuo praised softly: "Mr. is really good pen power." ”

As soon as Fang Shuo spoke, Huang Xingmao realized that Fang Shuo was standing beside him.

"Childe praised it falsely, it's just a superficial copy, and the skill in his hand is still lacking in the fire, so he can't be a good penman." Huang Xingmao shook his head and sighed.

Fang Shuo said with a smile: "The way of calligraphy is to pay attention to the coherence from beginning to end, and to complete it in one go, especially in the grass. The boy disturbed Mr. Writing, but the work did not seem to be severed. The gentleman is too humble, and he seems to be a little hypocritical. ”

Huang Xingmao waved his hand again and again when he heard this, and after a long while, he came back to his senses and asked, "Forgive Huang for his clumsiness, the son looked a little angry." I don't know what the son is here? ”

Fang Shuo said: "Mr. is as wise as a torch, today, the kid passed by the Zun Mansion, and it is the first time he has met Mr. ”

"Alas, what is Childe talking about, you and I can see it today, it is fate, what is not reckless. Come, come, please sit down and talk. Huang Xingmao said in return.

As he was talking, Huang Xingmao turned around in place, but was a little embarrassed to find that there was no chair on the second floor, and when he patted his thigh, Huang Xingmao said: "Hey, look at my memory, son, please go downstairs." ”

Back downstairs, Huang Xingmao cleaned up the calligraphy and paintings on the table and chairs, vacated the empty space, invited Fang Shuo to sit down, and poured him another cup of tea.

Huang Xingmao apologized and said: "It's ridiculous, not only did I run upstairs and downstairs in vain, but I still don't know the name and surname of the son, this is really too rude, look at the son Haihan." ”

Fang Shuo replied apologetically: "The boy's surname is Fang, and his single name is a Shuo character." Actually, if you really want to talk about it, it was also a boy's sudden visit, and the person who was rude should be a boy. ”

"What is Fang Gongzi talking about, he is a hospitable person in the next place, but unfortunately, on weekdays, there are not many friends here. Today, Fang Gongzi can come to the Humble House as a guest, it is really brilliant, and I am too late to be happy. Huang Xingmao said with a smile.

When the two of them were almost polite to each other, Fang Shuo changed his words and sighed: "It's not a secret, the kid took the liberty to visit today, but he actually asked Mr. Yu." ”

Huang Xingmao replied with a straight face: "Fang Gongzi said that it doesn't matter, he will definitely help him wherever he can." ”

Fang Shuo said bitterly, "That's the case, thanks to Song An, Mr. Song's invitation, I went to his house as a guest, but unfortunately because of my quick mouth, I offended Mr. Song." That's why the boy came to Mr. to say something good for me. ”

Upon hearing this, Huang Xingmao said disapprehantly: "Hey, what should I do, it turned out to be this." Fang Gongzi rest assured, Song An is my hair young, and we grew up wearing a pair of pants. For such a trivial matter, I only need to say a word or two to him, and ensure that the medicine is cured. By the way, I don't know how Fang Gongzi offended him? ”

Fang Shuo regretted and said, "Didn't Mr. send a bronze incense burner to Mr. Song?" As soon as I saw the incense burner, I liked it, so I asked Mr. Song how much money he could transfer. ”

Huang Xingmao said casually: "Oh, it's that bronze incense burner." It's okay, if Fang Gongzi likes it, I'll give you one. ”

Hearing this, Fang Shuo was shocked: "What, Mr. still has one?" ”