Chapter Ninety-Five: Tibetan Writing, Ink, and Valley, There is poetry and writing in the belly
When Yun Feiyang returned to Yuelai Inn, it was already midnight.
In the Yuelai Inn, only a few drunken men leaned crookedly on the wooden chairs and continued to eat and drink.
He strode into the lobby of the inn, the innkeeper Chu Wuji had not slept yet, he saw Yun Feiyang coming back, so he immediately greeted him with a smile and bowed slightly, "Yun Shaoxia, are you back?"
Yun Feiyang was in Xiaoyaohou's courtyard, and he heard Shen Juntian say some things about Chu Wuji, which made him respect Chu Wuji a little, so he politely clasped his fists and saluted: "Well, the shopkeeper Chu hasn't rested yet?"
"Hehe, Chu is used to watching the inn late at night, so as not to have guests to take care of. Chu Wuji replied with a smile indifferently.
Yun Feiyang nodded, "The shopkeeper Chu is well-managed, and the Yuelai Inn is all over the world, which is admirable." ”
"Haha...... Yun Shaoxia smiled, Chu was just a mess. Chu Wuji said humbly.
From Shen Juntian, the Marquis of Xiaoyao, to Chu Wuji, the big shopkeeper of Yuelai Inn, Yun Feiyang has experienced another attitude towards life. The two of them are giants in the business world, but their modest attitude is very rare.
In other words, there are certain similarities between the two of them, who are sincere and approachable. Then, such a person must be well-connected, well-connected, and naturally have a smooth money route. It's their way of doing business.
"Yo, if the shopkeeper of Chu Da claims to eat with a mouthful of food, then aren't we even as good as beggars?" Yun Feiyang also said jokingly.
Chu Wuji hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Hey, Yun Shaoxia, how can you be so arrogant? Everyone is based in the world, they have their own mission and talent, your talent lies in the sword in your hand, the sword can do chivalrous righteousness and defend justice; ”
"I'm ashamed, if **** today, the rivers and lakes are up and down, the sword in my hand is just a broken sword, what can I change. Yun Feiyang said a little deflated.
Chu Wuji hesitated slightly, and spread his hands, "Yun Shaoxia, can you take a step to speak?"
Yun Feiyang looked at Chu Wuji with a little confusion and nodded.
"Okay, Yun Shaoxia, please!" After Chu Wuji finished speaking, he walked towards a room on the side of the hall, gently pushed open the door, and a stream of inky tea rhyme came to his nose.
Yun Feiyang followed closely behind Chu Wuji, and when Chu Wuji walked into the room, he also walked in.
Chu Wuji waited for Yun Feiyang to walk into the room, then turned around and looked left and right outside the door, and only after confirming that there was no one did he close the door again.
Yun Feiyang looked at the furnishings in the room, dumbfounded, a large sandalwood table, a brush stand on the wooden table, hanging three or five delicate wolf brushes, an ink inkstone placed under the brush stand, and the table was tiled with fine rice paper.
Behind the sandalwood table, there is a large bookshelf, on the bookshelf neatly placed all kinds of ancient books and scrolls, on the walls on both sides of the wooden table, hanging two framed calligraphy and paintings, on the left is written "chest Tibetan ink Huai Ruogu", on the right is written "belly has poetry and calligraphy from China".
Several erected shelves in front of the wooden table are hung with written calligraphy words on rice paper, and the handwriting looks like a dragon, vigorous and powerful.
Between the shelf and the large wooden table, there is a pear blossom wood refined coffee table, on which there is a purple sand teapot, but the purple sand is very well maintained and looks a little shiny. On the side of the teapot, there is the best Longjing Mingqian tea.
Yun Feiyang didn't expect that this Chu Wuji turned out to be a hidden calligrapher, and judging from his book collection, he was probably a person who read poetry and books.
Chu Wuji was surprised when he saw Yun Feiyang, and smiled, "Yun Shaoxia, it's ugly." In his spare time, Chu likes to swim in the sea of books, and the ancients said that there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book. I believe that reading more will definitely make me run the inn without any problems. Of course, I usually like to lock myself up and splash ink to calm my mind. ”
Yun Feiyang admired from the bottom of his heart, gave a thumbs up and said: "The shopkeeper of Chu Da not only has inns all over the world, but also has such a majestic calligraphy and painting that is unique in the world. ”
"Haha...... Yun Shaoxia praised it falsely, Chu is just a hobby. Chu Wuji smiled heartily, and then he motioned to Yun Feiyang, "Yun Shaoxia, please take a seat, let's talk slowly!"
"Thank you Chu Da Shopkeeper!" Yun Feiyang and Chu Wuji sat opposite Chu Wuji on the wooden chair next to the coffee table.
Chu Wuji took the Longjing Mingqian tea, patiently brewed the tea, and waited for a cup of tea with a fragrant fragrance to greet him, and Yun Feiyang felt comfortable physically and mentally.
Coming out of the courtyard of Xiaoyao Hou Shen Juntian, he met Gu Yue and Mobei Sanxiong, exchanged pleasantries, and then returned to the inn, which was a little tired. It's not that the body is tired, the main thing is that there is some psychological fatigue.
Because these days, the mystery about Long Yinjian and his own life experience bombarded his head in turn. He is not a person with complicated ideas, to put it simply, he actually yearns for the rivers and lakes described by Xie Yin, a drunken guest in the past-a sword, a pot of wine, and a green shirt, roaming the rivers and lakes, eliminating violence and peace, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, and acting chivalrous.
originally thought that all this was easy, but who knows, after entering the rivers and lakes, I realized that the rivers and lakes are far from being so simple. It's not that the rivers and lakes themselves are complicated, but the strange and unpredictable hearts of people.
Greedy people are never satisfied, and they are eager to take all the wealth and power of the world into their own pockets. And all this is always achieved at the cost of life.
The weak eat the strong, the strong hold the butcher's knife, and the weak live like a mustard.
"Yun Shaoxia, please drink tea!" Chu Wuji poured a cup of tea, smiled slightly, and motioned for Yun Feiyang to drink tea.
Yun Feiyang picked up the teacup, and a fragrance came to his nose, refreshing people's hearts, "Good tea!"
"Well, yes, this is an old friend from the West Lake Mingqian Longjing. Chu Wuji smiled, "Yun Shaoxia may have heard of my old friend......
Yun Feiyang was still sitting upright, "Dare to ask the old friend of the great shopkeeper of Chu about his surname?"
"Dongting Lake, known in the business community as 'Xiaoyao Hou' Shen Juntian. ”
Yun Feiyang was not surprised, because in the courtyard of Shen Juntian, the Marquis of Xiaoyao, Shen Juntian had already told him that the deep friendship between him and Chu Wuji could be said that today, Shen Juntian, Chu Wuji and the three wealthy businessmen of "Wangulou Donglin Junhuayue Building" have nothing to do with each other on the surface, but in fact, they are inseparable friends.
Shen Juntian told him these things, and because they were good friends, the three of them came to Luoyang to discuss the big deal of Dongying and share the cup together.
"Xiaoyao Hou Shen Juntian is famous all over the world, like thunder, he does not hide from the big shopkeeper of Chu, this afternoon, I have tea with Boss Shen. At first sight, chatting about the world, I forgot the time, and only now did I return to the inn. Yun Feiyang didn't hide anything from Chu Wuji, after all, Shen Juntian told him that Chu Wuji was also a bold person who made friends all over the world.