As soon as they arrived on the street, there was a sea of red lights, the usually sparse street was crowded with people, there were lively voices everywhere, and the street was full of all kinds of toys for people to enjoy and buy.

In such a cold weather, the men and women on the street are wearing heavy cloaks and big hats, all of which can also be understood as taking advantage of the festival days to come out to compete for beauty and find some fun.

The streets were crowded with people, the road ahead was blocked, every step was measured with a palm, and from time to time it was pushed and squeezed.

The shouting and shouting in the ears are continuous, the conversation of the crowd is even more continuous, and the aroma of food wafts in front of the nose from time to time, tempting people's taste buds.

There are all kinds of interesting little toys next to it, seducing people's curious eyes, and the crowd is surging, staying everywhere, so lively.

Above the street, lanterns of different shapes are hung, and red threads pass through them, like an invisible fate between people, and you don't know when you meet the right person.

The red lanterns are similar to the crowd below, different shapes, different people, they seem to be conducting a sky decoration beauty pageant.

Guo Song Xingye didn't dare to have anyone within half a meter of them because of the evil god Hu Hai, and he walked quite smoothly.

She enjoyed this lively atmosphere, in fact, she didn't agree with Hu Hai's behavior.

It's a pity that she didn't dare to say it!

There are all kinds of pedestrians on the road, and the roadside stalls are even more blocked by the water, and there is only one stall with calligraphy and paintings, which is a little deserted.

In line with his natural curiosity, Guo Song Xingye pulled Fusu and Hu Hai's cuffs and went together.

The crowd was noisy, and it was more convenient to hear what was being said if you were far away.

The faint remnant at the end of the line watched her movements, his eyes dark, staring at the sleeves of Fusu that were lifted by her, and his footsteps followed.

Walking through the crowded crowd and getting closer, she saw this deserted calligraphy and painting stall clearly.

I saw a jar of wine on the small table next to me, a glass for pouring wine, and a young man with disordered hair, sloppy white clothes, and no one grinding ink beside him.

When people came to his stall, they didn't greet him and ignored him, no wonder his business here was so bleak.

Guo Song Xingye shook his head with a smile, and it can be seen from here that the young man sitting on the ground with a pestle has a proud temperament.

She can still see this.

In the spirit of her curiosity, she came to the right place.

Fusu next to him smiled lightly, his eyes leisurely.

Hu Hai, who was pulled by Guo Song Xingye, looked disgusted, and didn't understand why Guo Song Xingye came to such a stall.

If you want celebrity calligraphy and paintings, antique utensils, there are countless treasure pavilions in Tahu Mansion.

I saw Guo Song Xingye bending down and asking the stall owner who couldn't see his face when he looked down, "Is it selling calligraphy and paintings?" ”

"No eyes."

Hearing that people were coming, the stall owner still didn't look up, but ridiculed Guo Song Xingye.

Hu Hai was angry, fortunately, Guo Song Xingye had a good temper, he didn't care too much, and stopped him with one hand.

On the contrary, it looks like this strange stall owner is struggling to write.

It seems that he is looking forward to what amazing poems he can write under the tip of his brilliant and powerful pen.

When the last stroke fell, the stall owner in the ink wide-sleeved clothes looked up, but Guo Song Xingye did not insist on his appearance, but looked at the small poem he had just written.

She frowned, as if puzzled, and muttered:

"The fog in front of the eyes is hazy,

The soft light is hazy.

The left side of the poem,

Reward on the right side of the river lantern. ”

The poem is very clear, only one sentence is that she does not understand.

"What do you mean by the first sentence?"

For asking questions if you don't understand, Guo Song Xingye is very good at it.

The stall owner didn't ridicule her for not knowing, looked up at the crowd, and broke a sentence, quite Zen.

"Between breaths."

She frowned when she listened, her eyes puzzled, followed his gaze to the crowd, and she understood, and laughed again.

It turns out that the "between breaths" is the hot breath exhaled by the person, so it seems that it is not foggy in front of you.

She thought she was talking about today's foggy day, but she didn't want her to be rude and misunderstood.

For his own charm and clear meaning, he skillfully combined words to simply write today's grand occasion and the season.

It seems like a simple poem, but the meaning is profound.

The person who wrote the poem is quite literate, and he has a heroic and arrogant ordinary heart in the world, which is extremely difficult for ordinary people.

After reading his poems, Guo Song Xingye was even more curious about this person, and she observed a very interesting point when she was careful.

"You're also a student of Moqi Academy?"

She smiled lightly, like a river lantern drifting in the river, although the light is faint, it is a rare scenery.

The man raised his eyes, his eyes were full of disdain, and his elegant face matched the charm in his eyes, which made Guo Song Xingye think of the poet immortal Li Bai.

He is similar to Li Bai who is chic and wanton, proud of everything in the world, but he is quite different from Li Bai, who is swaying with pride and does not mind cherishing all things, just like a fluttering immortal.

Her eyes sparkled slightly, and she admired him a little in ink long sleeves.

Not everyone can do it, the heart is as high as the clouds, but there is a heart that is low into the dust to snoop, that requires great courage and experience.

Even Hu Hai, a person who has lived for thousands of years, does not necessarily have this kind of understanding.

"Yes and what, and what is not?"

After speaking, the man picked up the small pot on the table, rolled his ink sleeves, ignored the small cup next to him, and acted in one go, looking up to the sky and drinking, which can be described as wanton.

Guo Song Xingxing raised his eyebrows at night, gradually getting used to his incompatibility, and in addition to helplessness, there was also a trace of appreciation for his evaluation.

He... It is a rare and precious species!

Hu Hai's red eyes flashed slightly for his approach.

For thousands of years, he didn't stay in Hu Mansion all the time, except for cultivation, he would go out to learn about dynasties and cultures, but he never participated.

Li Taibai in the Tang Dynasty, his poems were praised by others, and he also knew that he had been in contact.

The young man in front of him is somewhat similar to Li Bai, and I believe she has thought of it too.

Similar... After all, he is not alone, with this young man's skills, he has low eyes but does not take care of everything, this is his root disease.

If you are a poet, you can't get half a point from Li Bai, and you still need to experience.

There are not many people who can make Hu Hai pay attention to it and have an evaluation.

Fu Su next to him smiled silently, and at some point in his hand, he had more warm jade on his waist.

Standing at the end, I had a headache and a face full of impatience.

Isn't it just a person who can write simple poems, or an ordinary class of Moqi Academy, to stand here for a long time?

The crowd surging behind him, the power is about to overthrow him, they are good, discuss it here!

"I want this poem."

Guo Song Xingye squatted down and neatly pulled over a thin piece of rice paper, with wild and uninhibited handwriting on it, which she recognized.

She spoke firmly, without a trace of rebuttal, but fortunately, the young man did not talk to her much, and acquiesced in her behavior.

"I'll give it to you."

The young man raised his eyes, and he saw the appreciation in the eyes of the woman in front of him, and said more.

The winter solstice is not at home for the holiday, but he comes here to set up a stall, and he looks like "I don't care about people", the young man wants to find someone who understands him, and the purpose is so simple.

A person like him who has a fate with someone will give him something, and a person who has no fate will not give him anything.