I don't like to watch the spring rain, I don't like to smell the summer cicadas, I don't like to see the autumn leaves fall, and I don't sigh when I listen to the winter snow. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Four Seasons Bookstore is just like that, isolated from the world, detached from the world!

"Pay!"

Ji Chen said nonchalantly, holding a copy of the Book of Songs in his hand.

Mu Xiaokui reluctantly took out the money, pouted and said, "Haven't you read this poem? ”

Mu Xiaokui's heart was dripping blood, her poor little money, she didn't exchange it for a brocade dress and silk, but she bought a most useless book.

Ji Chen disagreed, and said, "But you haven't read it." ”

Mu Xiaokui's silver was halfway over, and his hand was suddenly withdrawn, and he said, "You say the same as I listen." ”

Ji Chen snatched the silver from Mu Xiaokui's hand, paid the money, and pulled Mu Xiaokui out of the bookstore, and said as he walked: "The artistic conception in the pen and ink book is not spoken, then you have to understand it yourself!"

Mu Xiaokui said: "Then why don't you buy one and give it to me?"

Ji Chen said: "I have no money! I have spent all the money!"

Mu Xiaokui frowned, Ji Chen had been with her all the time, and he hadn't seen how much he spent money.

Ji Chen seemed to see Mu Xiaokui's thoughts, and explained: "The old horse that I killed by myself, as well as the rosewood hairpin on your head, have already spent all my savings, so ......"

Mu Xiaokui didn't hear the old horse in Ji Chen's mouth, but she heard the rosewood hairpin clearly.

Mu Xiaokui's crescent moon bent and said, "So I raise you!"

Ji Chen touched Mu Xiaokui's head, clapped his hands, and said excitedly: "That's right!"

In autumn, the sun is just right and the breeze is not dry.

"Let's go, you poor scholar, come to eat wine again, there is no wine left today, you go elsewhere to find wine to eat. ”

Ji Chen and Mu Xiaokui had just walked into a hotel, and before they could sit down, they heard Xiao Er's impatient voice.

I saw that Xiao Er was pushing a young man who looked like a scholar outward, the scholar was wearing a white dress that didn't know how many patches there were, but unfortunately it was already stained with dust now, and he was holding a roll of white paper in his hand.

The scholar said: "Xiao Er, listen to me, when I sell the calligraphy in my hand, I will repay your money, and I will pay you back ten taels of silver when the time comes." ”

Xiao Er said with disdain in his eyes: "You scholar, you haven't even passed the exam, how can the words you write be valuable? Go and go, don't block me from doing business." ”

Xiao Er pushed the poor scholar away, the poor scholar stumbled under his feet, and fell backwards straight down, if he fell to the ground this time, he would definitely suffer a lot of pain.

Ji Chen was walking by, stretching out a hand to support the poor scholar.

The poor scholar patted his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his clothes, and saluted: "Thank you brother for your help!"

Ji Chen waved his hand and said, "It's just a matter of raising your hands!"

Xiao Er glanced at the poor scholar, walked over with a smile on his face, and said to Ji Chen: "Please be in the guest officer!"

Ji Chen nodded and followed Xiao Er inside.

The poor scholar's stomach screamed out of place, and the poor scholar sighed and said, "It's useless to be a scholar!"

Hearing the poor scholar's words, Ji Chen's heart tightened for no reason, he turned around and said with a smile: "Hey, scholar, do you want to eat with me!"

The poor scholar didn't expect Ji Chen to speak, so he couldn't help but look at Ji Chen carefully and said, "Why?"

Ji Chen said: "I have wine!"

The poor scholar's eyes were bright and he smiled: "I have a story, and a distant place." ”

Ji Chen also smiled, leaned slightly to the side, made a way, and said, "Please"

Xiao Er followed behind the three of them, he didn't understand, how could these people drink wine and eat meat together?

After thinking about it for a while, Xiao Er suddenly understood again that the people in the rivers and lakes are all a little weird, different from ordinary people.

Prepared food and drinks for the three of them, and said to the guest officer, please use it slowly! He withdrew.

Ji Chen raised his cup and said, "I salute my brother's cup of Tai, which can be regarded as washing the dust for my brother's Tai!"

The poor scholar didn't raise his glass, and said with doubts in his eyes: "How do you know that Brother Tai is not from Bingzhou!"

"Feel!" Ji Chen didn't put down the cup in his hand, and then said: "I guess, I'm still the first to pick up the wind and wash the dust for my brother." ”

The poor scholar still didn't raise his glass, looked at Ji Chen with a taste, and still asked the bottom of the question: "What kind of feeling?"

"The boy in Bingzhou is bloody, and he is a tiger, leopard, bear, and pix. Ji Chen said.

"Yes, the man in Bingzhou is indeed a tiger, leopard and bear, and there are poems: the dragon is full of flags around the pole and beasts, and the camp seems to move in the snow. What about me? I have no blood?" the poor scholar's hand finally gripped the glass.

"Brother Tai is different, Brother Tai has blood, but there is no hot blood of men in Bingzhou, Brother Tai is like wine, and like the moon!" Ji Chen said.

"Like wine and like the moon, Brother Tai is very right, when you float a big white!" The poor scholar was not modest, he raised his wine glass, and at the same time stood up straight, bowed down and said, "Brother Tai has good eyesight, I guess that the wooden hairpin on this girl's head must also be chosen by Brother Tai." ”

Ji Chen smiled and nodded, the two looked at each other and smiled, and drank wine together.

At this time, Mu Xiaokui was unhappy, Ji Chen had no money, let alone a poor scholar, so she must have to pay for this drink.

Paying money is a trivial matter, but you always have to toast yourself with a glass of bar! But the two people in front of them have a 'brother stage', chatting happily, like long-lost brothers, and the topic in their mouths is no longer elegant.

I saw Ji Chen squinting, his face flushed, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely go and see if the chest of the top brand of Yihong Courtyard is as Brother Tai said, silky and firm!"

The two completely ignored Mu Xiaokui's existence and laughed wantonly.

Mu Xiaokui's face was pale, especially Ji Chen's squinting expression, what did she say about being lustful but not lewd, she didn't care about this, she immediately interrupted them dissatisfiedly, and shouted: "One bite and one brother, you don't have a name?"

The two were slightly stunned, the poor scholar patted his head, hurriedly made amends, and said to Ji Chen: "Yes, yes, Brother Tai is my negligence, my surname is Li, and my character is Bai." ”

"The surname is Li, the word is Youbai, so what is the name?" asked Ji Chen.

"I have a surname, but I don't have a name!" Li Youbai, a poor scholar, drank a glass of wine by himself.

Mu Xiaokui silently recited the three words 'Li Youbai', and suddenly realized it for a long time, and exclaimed: "You are the little Confucian saint in the uncle's mouth!"

Li Youbai shook his head, his eyes were gloomy, but he still said: "It's been decades since no one called me a little Confucian saint!"

Mu Xiaokui saw that Ji Chen was still at a loss, so he explained: "I heard my uncle say his name, he was born with the ability to speak, recite Analects, and recite poems. At the age of three, he can understand the hundred schools of thought, and when he is seven years old, he has four books and five classics, and the history of each family is already clear in his chest, and when he is ten years old, as long as there are recorded poems, he can memorize them backwards!"

This kung fu is even ashamed of being a scholar.

What's even more peculiar is that others say that he knows a hundred schools of calligraphy, and the characters copied make it difficult for the connoisseurs to distinguish them. Mu Xiaokui said to Li Youbai, "Is this true?"

Li Youbai nodded silently.

After Ji Chen heard this, he was dumbfounded!

This ability is not something that a prodigy genius can summarize.

What a wickedness!

After the age of ten, the name of the little Confucian saint has spread far and wide, and he has already become famous all over the world, and he should give birth to a son like Li Youbai!

But just when the world thought that a Confucian saint was going to be born in the world, this Li Youbai actually disappeared.

For decades, I have never heard of the name of the little Confucian saint Li Youbai, some people say that he died of illness, and some people say that he saw through the red dust and entered the Buddhist gate. Some people say that he has a grammar that leads to heaven and knocks on the door of heaven with his writing.

Gradually, the name of the little Confucian saint was forgotten.