peach luck evil king

Chapter 41
Next, Mr. Cao fully demonstrated his talent in dealing with people, and quickly turned the little embarrassment of the enemies on the table into invisible.

"Both of you study literature, why don't we write a poem in front of this green bamboo lake?"

This kid found out the majors of the two of them within 3 minutes of being on the table.Xie Wandong is a doctor of literature, and Zhao Shaolong is a "high-achieving student" in liberal arts.Facing the beautiful scenery of Jingzhu Shenyuan on a good day, the three of them were drinking again, and he proposed to recite poems at this moment, which can be considered as a response to the situation and the situation.

You can't bring Jiao Didi, Ph. D. of Literature, Xie Wandong, the five top hands, the eight horses, the brothers are good, you should drink... and other brain teasers.

Three waiters in plain clothes immediately set up a table in the water pavilion, and found out the four treasures of the study, burning incense, laying out paper, grinding ink, and moistening brushes... The process was smooth and smooth, and the movements were so precise that even a blind person could tell that they had been specially trained.This Mr. Cao, unexpectedly, is a senior literature enthusiast.

Damn, in this era, there are still people who write poems with brush and calligraphy!Are you out of your mind?
No wonder Xie Wanqiu called this guy Cao idiot on the phone just now.It turned out to be a nerd!

"Brother Cao, to be honest, I have put down the brush for many years. Now that my hand is born, I won't make a fool of myself." Zhao Shaolong first expressed a modest gesture.In fact, he had never actually picked up a brush, and the characters written with the brush were just a mess of shit that was scratched by a cat.

Mr. Cao smiled and waved his hand.Three waiters in plain clothes immediately pulled out a large LCD monitor from the curtain beside the water pavilion, and an ultrabook appeared on the lap of a woman in plain clothes. It seemed that as long as Zhao Shaolong uttered a poem, it would immediately appear on the LCD screen above.

What is a literary lover?Mr. Cao probably plays with these elegant gadgets a lot in normal times, and this painstaking effort fully deserves the sentence that if you are not crazy, you will not survive.Based on this obsessive attitude, Xie Wandong should give up the title of Doctor of Literature.

"Okay, modern poetry is also available?" Xie Wandong showed great interest.

When Mr. Cao heard the proposal and someone agreed, he immediately turned on the literati mode as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.After taking a sip of the wine, he walked slowly seven steps in the waterside pavilion.Standing at the table, chant and write on a piece of paper:
I once visited an ancient temple to see a Taoist nun, and said with a smile that there is no green ant wine.

Buchan found it at the end of the world, and the fairy wine finally fell into Cuizhu Lake.

This line of words was simultaneously displayed on the LCD screen through the dexterous fingers of the woman in plain clothes.The other two waitresses moistened the ink and hung it on the backboard that had been prepared earlier.Zhao Shaolong read it once, and his head was full of black lines. This shit is also called poetry, isn't it the advertisement for your green ant wine?Also learn from Cao Zhi's seven-step poem, relying on your grandma.

Xie Wandong read Mr. Cao's poem once, and said with a smile like a silver bell: "It's really a good poem with love and scenery. The thin gold characters are perfect, Mr. Cao is really elegant."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhao Shaolong, "Go and write one, you are studying liberal arts, let the teacher test and test your professional level."

Zhao Shaolong was in a cold sweat, I really don't know how to do such arty things.

Mr. Cao stood up with a smile, his eyes full of encouragement, "Shaolong, why don't you improvise a song. Let them type it on the display screen and appreciate it together. Just have fun, don't take it seriously."

Zhao Shaolong's mind is full of muddleheaded, if he has studied liberal arts for a few years, it is not a problem to write a doggerel, but if he wants to come up with a poem that fits the occasion, he is completely at a loss.

Holding down his heart, Xiao Lu slammed, and approached the table with inkstones step by step, the fragrance of ink spread into his nostrils.Suddenly a small bug jumped out of my mind excitedly, purple light flickered across my mind, and the word "negative" appeared in my mind.At this time, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table were like long-lost treasures, so familiar and familiar to Zhao Shaolong, he wished to hold them in his arms and play with them.

Incense was wafting from the water pavilion, and the zither sound of the woman in green was playing to a wonderfully melodious place. Zhao Shaolong gently picked up the brush, dipped it in thick ink gracefully, and swiped it at the desk:

The crystal curtain is moving, and the fragrance is flowing, and Wen Jun caresses the phoenix in the spring pavilion.

The first taste of green wine is not drunk, the night by the green bamboo lake is slightly cool.

The poems were displayed on the LCD screen one by one, and Mr. Cao's heart trembled when he saw the poems that were suitable for the situation.Walking quickly to the table, and then looking at the brush calligraphy like a dragon flying into the sky, I was stunned.

"This character is like a dragon and a snake, and the twists and turns of the outline seem to be surrounded by fairy spirit. The poem is better than Li Du, and the pen is chasing the two kings. Good! Good! Good! Brother Shaolong, a bosom friend." Although Cao Buchan looks like a wealthy dude, inside he is definitely a Young artists.Who doesn't have a favorite, seeing the same kind of people, Mr. Cao is overjoyed.

Xie Wandong also came over and looked carefully at Zhao Shaolong's poem.The poetic feeling and situation are to the extreme, and she, a doctor of literature majoring in foreign classics, really can't fault her too much.

Looking at calligraphy, although she has been abroad for many years, her grandfather taught her calligraphy since she was a child, and she has never stopped abroad. She still has certain attainments in this area.

Calligraphy is good or bad, and it is full of spirit, even laymen can feel the magic of the font.It is very similar to Wang Xizhi's calligraphy at his peak, but it is a little different. He has learned from the best of all families and has no craftsmanship. It is really beautiful to the extreme.

"You won't get drunk at the first taste of green wine, and the night by the green bamboo lake is slightly cool..." Xie Wandong silently read these two sentences, looking at Zhao Shaolong's eyes became a little hotter, almost obsessed.

Cao Buchan has a lot of knowledge, and the world is more sophisticated and sophisticated, Xie Wandong's expression clearly fell in his eyes: Miss Dong might not be able to escape Brother Shaolong's clutches in her life.

Zhao Shaolong couldn't believe his eyes, did this master calligraphy really come from his own hand?I remember that the calligraphy I wrote in high school can only be used to ward off evil spirits.These worms are really amazing, now I can not only earn money by singing and singing, but also sell calligraphy for a living, I probably won't starve to death in this life.

"Today is really eye-opening. Miss Dong, why don't you play a song too?" Cao Buchan said while the iron was hot.

"Okay, I'll borrow Mr. Cao's pen and paper today, and write a few words for Shaolong." After Xie Wandong finished speaking, he walked to the table, carefully rubbed the ink, and chose a slender gold penny, The disaster-level laughing nightmare greeted Zhao Shaolong, and wrote with a pen:
Waiting for my long hair to reach my waist, how about a young man marrying me?
Just one sentence, just seven words, once again confessed his tenderness and affection to Zhao Shaolong.Zhao Shaolong blushed while watching, my dear sister, Ben Diaosi has an extremely fierce girlfriend, she is a gun player!If we know that we have such unclear legs and half legs, our brains will be shot out.

Cao Buchan was obviously not afraid of big troubles, so he said with a smile: "There is a green bamboo building over there, which I specially reserved for receiving Brother Shaolong. You can live there today, and remember to send me a wedding invitation when you get married. Brother Cao must send a big congratulatory gift."

After finishing speaking, this guy nodded and smiled strangely, turned around and left, and disappeared into the bamboo shadow after a while.Zhao Shaolong picked up the wine bottle and took two gulps, neither standing nor sitting, looking at Xie Wandong with a foolish smile.

Xie Wandong raised his head and brushed his short hair, and patted the bench beside him, "Sit down and drink, do you want to have a bridal chamber so soon? My hair is not even up to my waist."

(End of this chapter)