Downstairs, Aya was already waiting for him in a modified dress.

It's beautiful.

If it was in the past, Li Shi would definitely have to appreciate it, but at this time, his state of mind had been self-regulated and hinted into a virtual situation.

This will, he seems to be Zhao Mingcheng, a young literati born in a famous family and talented.

While waiting for the auspicious time.

"Jinshu, let's go to the front yard and wait."

As he spoke, he took the lead and walked forward.

When Aya saw Li Shi in ancient costumes for the first time, her eyes straightened, and she thought, this is so handsome!

After a little effort, Childe walked away, and she hurriedly followed.

When I arrived in the front yard, I found that Li Shi had already laid down on the rattan chair under the osmanthus tree, and occasionally golden osmanthus flowers fell in the air with the faint autumn breeze, whirling, some fell to the ground, and some fell on the scholar's clothes.

This scene is so beautiful.

The little girl who wanted to sit down with her unconsciously stopped, fumbled in her clothes pocket for a while, took out her mobile phone, and hurriedly took several photos of Li Shi before Li Shiyi came.

After taking the photo, make sure that the phone is on silent, and then put it away again.

With cheerful steps, he came down from the hallway, sat down on a small chair next to the rattan chair and the bookcase, and stayed quietly.

Her task today is to be quiet and quietly watch.

Li Shi seems to be admiring osmanthus flowers, but in fact he is still making psychological hints - when I met Yunjiao, I was still studying too much, and at that time, while seeking fame, I secretly made an appointment with the pretty girl to see each other.

With the contact, the minds of the two gradually belonged to one place.

At that time, Yun Jiao was dressed beautifully, and she always had a shy smile on her face, and she didn't dare to look at others, for fear that her heart would be seen.

Li Shi suddenly got up from the rattan chair, walked to the bookcase, picked up the pen, pondered for a while, and then dipped in ink and wrote:

The embroidered face hibiscus smiled, and the oblique flying duck lined the cheeks. The eye waves are only guessed.

On the one hand, the style is deep and rhyme, and the half-note is coquettish and hateful. The moon shifts and the shadow of the flower comes back.

When he wrote this poem, his mind was full of the beautiful and moving appearance of "Yunjiao".

A piece of affection turned into ink rhyme, as if to manifest this warm beauty through the meaning of ink words.

The beauty is clear, the meaning of the words is deep, and the rhyme of the book is strong.

He suddenly felt something about the understanding of "imagery", and originally wanted to think deeply, but considering that this time is inappropriate, in order not to "play", he temporarily suppressed it.

Put down the pen, look at the contents of the paper for a while, and when the ink is dry, pick it up and set it aside.

Then, he returned to the wicker chair and sat down.

……

Love in ancient times was faint.

Before you know it, it's time to get married.

Not long after Li Shi lay down again, the sun was setting, the sunset was thousands of miles, and it was already dusk.

When Li Shiyi came, his steps were very gentle.

She stepped on the golden falling flowers, walked to the middle of the courtyard, first glanced at Li Shi, and then looked at Aya.

Aya got the command and immediately turned on the stereo.

There is only one classical light music that is nine minutes and thirty-two seconds long, and the instruments used are all ancient Chinese musical instruments, mainly qin xiao and chanting, which were selected and edited by Li Shiyi and her tutor.

Li Shi sat up and quietly looked at the woman in a silk shirt, at this moment, he was not Li Shi, but "Tan Lang".

At this moment, she is not "fellow Li poetic", but "Yunjiao". Tanlang's newlywed wife.

As the sound of silk and bamboo slowly sounded, the woman slowly squatted down on one leg, as if looking in the mirror in front of the window, carefully dressed up to meet her newlywed husband later.

It was late summer and early autumn, and in the courtyard outside the window, osmanthus flowers were sprinkled in the sunset.

Suddenly, the wind rose.

……

Tan Lang stared at the lady on the field, looking at it stupidly.

I don't know when I came to the bookcase again, and in a soft and cheerful atmosphere, I wrote:

A gust of wind and rain came late to wash away the scorching light. dismissed the sheng spring, but made light makeup on the rhombus.

The thin ice skin is clear, and the snow is greasy and crispy. Laughing Tan Lang: Tonight the kitchen pillow is cool.

……

The two have been married for many years, although they still love each other, but life is not satisfactory, in order to get rid of the hustle and bustle of the court and intrigues, Tan Lang and Yun Jiao returned to their hometown to live together.

There is also a big osmanthus tree in the yard of my hometown.

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again.

As the days after returning to their hometown returned to the dull, the hearts of the two gradually calmed down from the turmoil of Bianliang, and they also had leisure to enjoy the flowers and frolic.

It's just that......

The faint resentment is hidden in Yunjiao's heart, and it always lingers.

Yun Jiao didn't say anything about this grudge, but others didn't know, how could Tan Lang, who loved him deeply, not know?

It's all in the poem praising osmanthus:

Dull and light luteum soft. The love is far away, only the fragrance remains. Why should it be light blue and dark red, it is the first class among flowers.

Mei Ding is jealous, and Ju Ying is ashamed. The opening of the painting crown Mid-Autumn Festival. People can think ruthlessly, and they don't see anything back then.

……

The world is unpredictable.

In just over ten years, Yun Jiao never imagined that her country and her small family would suffer such a big change.

After suffering the pain of losing her country and her husband one after another, she lost her fresh innocence in the upheaval.

Looking at this yellow flower all over the ground, I think of the beautiful days when I once met and knew Tanlang, and what I have in my heart is endless desolation.

……

When the music slowly stopped, Li Shi felt as if he was out of his body.

Looking at the courtyard looking for a lover in the dance, looking for the woman of the past.

He stood in another world like a deceased man, and he was so close that he could not see or speak.

Thick emotions accumulate in the chest.

At last it felt like the whole person was going to explode, and as the woman curled up on the ground and picked up the broken petals, the last syllable also fell.

His hand suddenly moved!

Li Shi, who was already extremely depressed, picked up the brush on the table like a lightning bolt, moistened the ink and waved the brush, and melted all the squeezed emotions and emotions into the thick ink.

There is a way that-

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, and the wind is in a hurry late! The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now? Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark! Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word!

Overnight.

When I finally finished writing "What a sad word", I threw away the pen at will, and let out a long breath, as if I had unloaded a thousand pounds of burden, and the whole person became extremely relaxed.

He saw that Li Shiyi over there was still lying on the ground, his shoulders shrugged, he should be so emotional that he couldn't extricate himself, thinking about going over to help him up, and giving a warm hug by the way, so he got up and walked over.

"Yunjiao, are you okay?"

He walked over to the woman and asked softly.

Li Shiyi raised her head, and her delicate face was already full of pear blossoms and rain.

The makeup is crying.

But the moment she saw Li Shi, she suddenly forgot to sob, and the whole person was fixed there, staring at his face stupidly.

In the next second, he suddenly pounced, hooked Li Shi's neck, and covered his mouth with his red lips!

This kiss is very deep and long.

As if to confide: Tanlang, I finally see you again.

Li Shi was a little confused at first.

He is a ruthless person, and when he makes psychological hints, he is very thorough in the play, but his independent personality is extremely strong, so after writing the third poem, he immediately broke away from the situation.

So this will be Li Shi, not Tan Lang.

Li Shi subconsciously wanted to break free, but he felt that if he broke free, it would be too hurtful.

It's better to make it difficult......

It took four or five minutes for her to let go.

……

Li Shiyi stood in place, still a little confused.

Unlike before, when I was immersed in emotions, now I kissed for too long, and my brain was confused by lack of oxygen.

"You ......"

Aya's voice rang out beside her, and she stopped talking.

This voice seemed to have magic, and after Li Shiyi heard it, all his strength returned, and he instantly recovered his state, and immediately said, "I'll go remove my makeup and change clothes." ”

After saying that, he quickly turned around and ran towards the house.

Li Shi smiled, knowing that she was escaping embarrassment.

"Brother Shi, is it over?"

Li Shi turned around, looked at Aya with a resentful face, and nodded: "It's over." ”

As he spoke, he remembered that when he wrote the three poems before, he was immersed in them with psychological hints and the situation that Li Shiyi weaved with dance, and if there was divine help, he immediately became excited.

The long preparation was not in vain.

This time it was a great gain, at least a wonderful product!

He immediately turned around and came to the bookcase, and was about to check the creation this time, when Aya next to him also came over and asked, "Brother Shi, you and Sister Poetic, you ......?"

Li Shi turned his head to look at her, saw her expression, and immediately knew what she wanted to express, and said with a smile: "Shiyi and I are just friends and partners, just now we were just too involved, immersed in it, and I couldn't help it." ”

After a slight pause, he added, "It's like a good actor who gets into the play when he acts." ”

"Well, the dance that Sister Poetic danced just now is really beautiful, and I was fascinated by it. But in the end she ...... That's too long, do you think Sister Poet won't be able to play? ”

Li Shi shook his head: "Probably not." ”

In the end, her embarrassment was obviously out of the play.

He turned around, his eyes fixed on the bookcase, and in the long scroll, three poems jumped on the paper like a wonderful female lyricist from different periods.

Word by word, the rhyme is complete.

Li Shi's eyes didn't blink much—he was savoring, chewing and digesting repeatedly.

Twenty minutes later, it was completely dark.

Li Shi picked up all the works and returned to the room, telling Aya: "I have important things that need to be closed, don't come and disturb me for the time being before I come out." ”

Aya put down the brush and inkstone in her hand, and nodded obediently: "Okay, I'll go find Sister Shiyi, dinner is too early today, we are ready for supper and waiting for you to come out." ”

"Hmm."

Li Shi reached out and gently rubbed it on her head.

When the little girl went out, he closed the door and immediately sat down at his desk, continuing to stare at the work composed of three words, slowly reminiscing.

After half an hour, he took out his notebook again and began to summarize.

"This time not only has I increased the experience of creating wonderful works, but more importantly, through this creation, the beauty book has taken a big step forward."

"My personal style is closer to Dacheng!"

A calligrapher's personal style is his calligraphy.

For Li Shi, the day when his personal style develops and matures is also the time when he is promoted from (professional) to (professional+)!

At that time, purely from a historical point of view, he was on an equal footing with Wang Xizhi, Ouyang Xun, Zhang Zhi and Zhang Xu and other figures on the tip of the pyramid at the height of the art of calligraphy.

Of course, it's just the level of art, not the artistic achievement.

The calligraphy works of those people have long been famous all over the world, and they have been preserved in the long history, and they belong to the "calligraphy masters" in terms of achievements.

Li Shi's ultimate goal is naturally also a calligraphy master, so what he has to do later is to make a name for himself and preach - these are already being prepared and arranged.

I don't know how long it took, but he finished writing the entire notebook, took a new one from his bag, and continued to write a dozen pages, before putting down the pen and staring at the new work for a while.

The more you look at it, the better your mood.

It's worth it!

With this work, even if there is no harvest later, this trip to southern Anhui can be regarded as completely worthwhile!

I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After coming back, I changed my clothes, moved my body in the middle of the small living room, and waited for the water stains on my hair and hands to be completely dry, and then I picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote it in small letters.

Named - "Osmanthus Falls".

It's a pity that I didn't bring a seal this time, so I can only wait until I go back to Tanzhou to stamp it later.

After finishing the payment and putting down the pen, Li Shi looked at the "Osmanthus Falling" again, and then looked at the two notebooks stacked together, revealing a smile full of accomplishment.

And then the learning panel is called up -

Name: Li Shi

Constitution: 34.9

Wealth: 23.491 [Redeem]

Learning: Calligraphy (Major)

Learn to complete the library: etc.

The content on the panel has not changed much, but when he stares at the calligraphy he is learning, he can vaguely sense that he is getting closer to the next promotion.

"The core foundation of the beauty book has been almost laid through these works such as "Sijun", "Osmanthus Falling", "Beauty Bath", etc., and the next step is to continue to create and climb to the peak!"

Li Shi smiled, his mind moved, he retracted the panel, found the mobile phone from the corner of the desk, and prepared to send a message to Wu Yuan, asking her to help him make an appointment with the framer Gu Xiao.

Only then did I realize that it was already 11:40 in the middle of the night.

I have invested in the aftertaste and summary of this creation before, and I have not felt the passage of time at all.

There are a lot of unread messages on the phone, unlock and take a look, among them are Aiya and Li Shiyi, they see that the time is too late, and they want to ask themselves how they are, and it is not good to knock on the door to disturb him, so they send a message to ask.

Let's look at Aya's WeChat first: "Brother Shi, haven't you finished your retreat?" It's so late, I won't sleep alone again today. (Poor)"

Li Shi replied with a smile: "Okay, I'll come out now, did you make a supper?" ”

After going back, he suddenly realized that this sketch had been successfully completed ahead of schedule, so ......

It seems that there is no need to scruple about affecting Li Shiyi's state anymore? (End of chapter)