On a quiet rainy night, there was a sentimental Pang He, holding an umbrella and holding Su Ying, it was inevitable that he had a little feelings, and he always felt a little less literary and artistic. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although Pang He can also sing a few ancient poems, he also has a little charm, but in Su Ying's eyes, it looks a little pale.

At this time, a soft voice came from behind him, and there was a scholarly smell that was easy to distinguish: "The sky is also gray, and the rain is strong." The two in front of them are really good Yaxing, in such a cool and rainy day, there is still such a style, walking on this empty street, I am really envious. ”

Pang He and Su Ying turned their heads and looked at the man behind them with an umbrella and wearing a simple scholar's outfit.

The scholar saw Pang He and Su Ying looking at him curiously, and said, "I am in rags, just because I have tasted all the elegance. The two of you looked at me so curiously, I didn't have extraordinary looks and clothes, ordinary people. I don't know if you two of you, are you looking at me lonely and alone on the street?"

Pang He and Su Ying surged inexplicably in their hearts, in the clouds and fog, and even more with this autumn rain, mixed with speechlessness.

Seeing Pang He and Su Ying's bewildered faces, the scholar stepped forward and said, "Xiaosheng Anting, Annai is living in peace, pavilion, pavilion and pavilion." I like to live in a small pavilion and talk about Feng Xiaole. The moonlight is good tonight, but unfortunately, this rain is not satisfactory, so I have to sit casually. I just felt bored, so I walked here, and when I saw the two of them in this autumn rain, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, so I disturbed the two of you!"

How much this ancient literati liked to sell literature, these words made Pang He deeply feel the importance of learning classical Chinese. Anting, like a princess selling cucumbers, has a poor sour taste, rather than the breadth and profundity of ancient Chinese literature.

As for Su Ying, although it is not very acceptable, after all, this way is not what he is used to at all. Even if it's simple, you can understand it, but with this slow, long and long tone, the pimples on your body will rise unconsciously.

Pang He looked at the scholar in front of him listlessly: "Oh, Brother An, say that we have Yaxing, but in my opinion, it is not as interesting as Brother An." Such an elegant name reveals the cultural atmosphere of my Great Song Dynasty everywhere. ”

After saying this, Pang He felt that he was brought into the ocean of literature by An Ting, walking on the riverbank of ancient literature, contaminated with a trace of breath, and instantly his hair trembled, and he shivered. Su Ying, who was under the same umbrella, felt even more so, just chanting a few lines of poetry, but he didn't feel anything abnormal, but Pang He before him was like a black ink closer, and in this originally dim night, it made people feel even more strange in the dark.

An Ting smiled and said, "I don't know what the two of you call them?"

Pang He replied: "I am Pang He, she is my lady, her name is Su Ying!"

An Ting nodded and exclaimed: "Sure enough, it is a talented and beautiful woman, what a match made in heaven." I wonder where the two of you are going so late?"

"It's so late, so naturally I'm going home. Pang He said.

An Ting nodded: "On such a night, it is rare to meet, there is a way to meet even if it is fate, I know that there is a teahouse not far ahead, which is still open at this time, I don't know if the two of you can go to have a cup of tea with their faces." ”

Faced with the kindness of scholar Anting, Pang He thought about refusing, but he seemed a little hesitant under this cool autumn rain, because he was thinking about how to refuse. Su Ying, disgusted in her heart, naturally didn't know how to say it, and refused directly, it must have seemed that she was rude.

An Ting made a gesture of please, looking very calm in the rain. Instead, Pang He and Su Ying followed Anting to a teahouse, and the name of the teahouse is also very interesting, called "Sifeng Building".

Obviously, An Ting was already an old patron here, and the shopkeeper greeted him with a smile: "An Xiucai, you are here, upstairs private room, right?"

The scholar nodded, and the teahouse junior understood and took the three of them to the private room. As soon as he entered the room, another fellow brought three cups, a pot of tea, and a few plates of snacks. The scholar smiled and said, "I have come here a lot, and I have already treated this place as my home, so don't see the two of you, if you need to, you can order it yourself." ”

Pang He said: "You can see that the environment here is good, very elegant!"

At this time, the scholar opened the window, pointed outside, and said, "The scenery outside here is not bad, but unfortunately it is night, otherwise, you can see the wonderful scenery of this place in the capital." Then he closed the window and continued, "You know, why do I like to come here?"

Pang He must not have known, and replied, "I don't know!"

An Ting said slowly: "I think this teahouse is quite interesting, this room gives people a quiet feeling, not only flowers and plants, but also calligraphy and painting, although it is not a famous book, but it is filled with the smell of books." And each room will give people a different feeling, for example, the one on our left gives us the feeling of embroidering the sound of the piano, and the one on our right, which is furnished with swords, halberds, swords, and guns. In the capital, this teahouse is also very famous, attracting celebrities, as long as you are interested in tea, you can come here. ”

"Well, it's really good!" said Pang He, "It's very clean here, and it's also very suitable for tea and chat." ”

"The wind doesn't know what I want, and the rain should be lost!" An Ting became a rioter again, and sighed without warning.

Pang He looked at the hesitant literati and asked, "What is this sigh?"

An Ting sighed: "You should think about you, you don't think about you." Thinking about it, thinking about it, thinking about it, thinking about it, thinking about it?"

"This, this..." Pang He could only sigh when he heard this.

An Ting continued to exert his exclamation: "What is the tide of the Tingjiang sails, and the Zhu Lang Crab Soldier paints the novice..."

Pang He's expression of asking to speak Chinese was not fully understood in An Ting's eyes, so he had to say: "Brother An, I don't know what you mean?"

Su Ying looked at Pang He and smiled bitterly in his heart, Tianjie's Pang Gongzi seemed to have become a cow in front of the scholar, and the other party was still happy to play the piano. This previous sentence is still relatively easy to understand, roughly because the career is not smooth, but the latter sentence is really not easy to understand, and the following verses were interrupted by Pang Heshengsheng.

An Ting looked back at Pang He and said, "Forgive me, I have a lot of feelings." This autumn moon bright road, winter rain floating slaughter. The two of them are not talented, but they are only talented. ！”

Pang He listened, knew what he meant, and said: "Actually, everyone has the characteristics of each person, the ruler is long, and the inch is short. If there is no one in this world who farms and farms, then what do we eat? Brother An, too, you are already a showman, and in literature, you have surpassed ordinary people, but you have not obtained an official position, the so-called lack of superiority is more than inferior, what is not as good as yours? The rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband, I think it is not the size of the official position, the greater the power, the greater the contribution, the more must be. As long as we give full play to our own usefulness and do something that is beneficial to this Great Song Dynasty, then we will reflect our own value. Tao Yuanming, not bending his waist for five buckets of rice, after living in seclusion, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan. Everyone has their own ambitions, and they don't have to be officials to be in the country or in fame, Brother An, why should they stick to this. If you've done your best, and it's true that someone else is better than you, then why complain, and if someone else isn't as good as you, you don't have to complain about anything, because you're already better than someone else. ”

An Ting shook his head and said, "Ranye, Ranye!"

Su Ying also said a few words at this time: "Mencius has a cloud: the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are motivated to endure and gain what they cannot." Isn't it great to have an experience and understand your own shortcomings and know how to improve yourself?"

An Ting waved to Su Ying again, and said, "I have benefited a lot, I have benefited a lot!"