Need for Agent

Chapter 295

Chapter 295

Peach Blossom Nunnery in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Immortals in Peach Blossom Nunnery; Peach Blossom Immortals plant peach trees, and pick peach blossoms for wine money.

Drunk awake only sits among the flowers, drunk still comes to sleep with flowers; half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year.

I hope that when I die of old age, I don’t want to bow before the chariots and horses; those who are rich in car dust and horses are happy, and those who are poor in wine calendula and flower branches.

If the poor are compared to the poor, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky; if the poor are compared to chariots and horses, he has to drive and I have time.

Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at others for not being able to see through; I don't see the tombs of heroes in the five tombs, and there are no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields.

Tang Bohu impromptuly wrote "Song of Peach Blossom Temple" while drinking in Peach Blossom Temple.

Since it is written, it is naturally a good word. Father Xia looked at Luo Yu and thought he would say something else, but he was disappointed in the end. Preoccupied.

"It turns out that I don't understand." As a rigorous scholar, what he dislikes the most is pretending to understand when he doesn't understand. Luo Yu's first impression of being polite to him suddenly deteriorated.

"Xiao Luo, how long have you known my Beibei?" Since he was not of the same kind, and the other party was obviously suspected of trying to curry favor with him as an expert, Father Xia felt uninterested, and directly dragged the topic aside.

Luo Yu didn't move, still looking at the poem whose ink was not completely dry.

"Why don't you read it if you don't understand it." As a literati, Xia's father naturally began to look down on Luo Yu in his heart, knowing what he knew but not knowing what he didn't know, and he was still here.

When Dad Xia was about to raise the volume a little, Luo Yu suddenly raised his head and took a breath, closed his eyes with his hands behind his back and chanted, "Last year and today, in this door, the face of a person was covered with peach blossoms, and I don't know where the face is going. Every poem by Tang Bohu, on the surface, gives people the impression that he sees through the inconsistency of the world and devotes himself to seclusion, but how many people can understand the pain in his heart and the self-mockery in his poems?"

Father Xia was stunned for a moment.

"Uncle Xia, if my guess is right, you must have had some minor problems in your career recently." Luo Yu smiled faintly, with a look of supernatural beauty that only a magician can have.

"You..." A strange look flashed in Xia's father's eyes.

"I'm the one asking too much, sorry." Luo Yu Zhaoxia's father bowed, "I'm the one talking too much."

"It's okay, you continue to talk." Xia's father's face is obviously much better than before, Luo Yu glanced at the corner of his eye, and he didn't seem to be angry because of his abruptness.

"Tang Bohu wrote in an article "Bohu Self-Praise": 'I ask who are you? You are me. I didn't recognize you, but you want to recognize me. Hey! I can't do without you, but you can't do without me. A hundred years from you and me, I will be gone without you.'" Luo Yu secretly admired how sharp his mind is, and he still remembers what he memorized when he was a child, "Now when we study Tang Bohu, we all regard this passage as a folk transmission of Tang Bohu A conversation with Tang Bohu in reality. The folklore Tang Bohu is naturally romantic and enjoys all the blessings, but in fact his life is not so satisfactory. At that time, someone saw him still holding a folding fan in the cold winter, so he asked him why he fanned himself in winter. Fan, Tang Bohu replied: "This is called people in the world who do not follow the heat." From this, it can be seen that Tang Bohu still had a lot of dissatisfaction with the society at that time."

"Predecessors said that text is born from the heart. I saw that Uncle Xia wrote this poem by Tang Bohu, so I made a wild guess and hoped that Uncle would not blame me." Luo Yu smiled reservedly, but he was nervous To die, if this Uncle Xia has a narrower mind than the eye of a needle, then he can be directly out of the game today.

Fortunately, Dad Xia is obviously not a big-hearted person, otherwise he would not be able to reach his current position. Although he still doesn’t know what level of power Xia’s father is in, but if he pays attention to the house and floor where Xia’s family lives You can also take a look at it.

The third floor is generally the best floor in a building. Not everyone can live on the third floor in this kind of community where government officials live.

At least above the provincial level, but Luo Yu is a little strange, why has he never heard of a cadre above the promotion level, at least he should have seen it on TV.Luo Yu made a big mistake here. He, a high official in Luo, has very limited time to face the screen, and usually he uses this limited time to flirt with AV actresses.

Since Dad Xia is a figure in the officialdom, he has naturally developed the ability to hide his emotions and anger long ago. Just now when Luo Yudao broke his mind, his eyes only changed slightly, and he soon returned to normal.

"Is there anything else?" Papa Xia suddenly felt that the young man in front of him became interesting. With his eyes of knowing countless people, he had missed his sight just now, which aroused his interest instead, and watched with great interest. With Luo Yu.

Being looked at by Xia's father with a slightly playful look, Luo Yu didn't feel uncomfortable because of her thick skin. She pointed to the poem "The car is dusty and the horse is rich enough to be interesting" and said: "Uncle wrote this poem. Did something happen suddenly at hand, and then I went back and continued to write.”

"How do you say it?" Dad Xia reached out to touch the ink on the rice paper, and it was all dry by now, he turned his head and asked Luo Yu with a smile.

Luo Yu didn't care if he was hiding a knife in his smile, and pointed directly at the word "fun" and said, "Look, uncle, although the word fun is the same as usual at first glance, but if you look carefully, you will find that the two characters "ear" and "you" are different. Parts seem a little inconsistent, obviously not in one go, and from this word to the next verse, although the sentence has not changed, but the font is missing the charm of self-deprecation and self-explanation above, so I guess something happened in between What kept uncle up for a while."

Speaking of this, Luo Yu rubbed his chin: "I said that I felt weird just now, so that's what happened."

"He wasn't in a daze just now to fill up the numbers." Xia's father thought for a while. When writing this poem, there was indeed a little accident. Xia's mother accidentally knocked over the rice cooker while cooking, causing a commotion, and he ran out After reading it, when I came back to continue writing later, I couldn’t find the feeling I had before. I didn’t expect this young man to have such a keen insight.

Thinking of this, Xia's father looked at Luo Yu much better than before.Before adding Luo Yu's in-depth study of Tang Bohu, who Dad Xia admired more, Luo Yu's status has been upgraded from being an expert and putting on a show to a status that has read a little and still has some understanding of history and culture.

Luo Yu was just doing what he liked, who asked Xia Jing to be his wife, and who asked Xia Jing softly to ask him to have a good relationship with his father-in-law.

Luo Yu glanced around, and suddenly a pair on the wall caught his attention.