Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　""Luoyang Jialan Ji"."

　　"Is it... an ancient book?"

　　"Yes. It's an ancient book from the Northern Wei Dynasty. It's quite interesting."

　　Hearing his answer, Jay Chou thought about it and asked:

　　"Doctor Wu, do you know Guofeng well?"

　　"...national style?"

　　"Yes, it is... our cultural element."

　　"Oh."

　　Wu Shaobai reacted to the word and nodded with a smile:

　　"It's okay, I can only say that I understand a little, what's wrong?"

　　"Last time I couldn't talk much because of my voice, but after you left, I had a chat with Brother Xueyou. I'm currently preparing a new album, and each of my albums must have a national style song, but I've been looking for a long time recently. Don't have any clues, do you have any particularly good stories or ideas?"

　　"Ok?"

　　Wu Shaobai was stunned.

　　I looked at the "Luoyang Jialan Ji" in my hand again...

　　The heart said that it should not be what I thought, right?

　　After thinking about it, he asked:

　　"Where do you want to start?"

　　"Emotion. My last national style was "Blue and White Porcelain", have you heard of Dr. Wu?"

　　"I heard it, the lyrics are beautiful."

　　"But I think beauty is beauty, but beauty is very dignified, can you understand what I mean? It's just... It's very quiet. It seems like I'm describing a gorgeous blue-and-white porcelain. Although it's beautiful, I don't think it resonates enough. So... ...I'm looking for a poignant story!"

　　"¨"poor and beautiful..."

　　Wu Shaobai's mouth twitched.

　　"Yes, that's right... like "Journey to the West", obviously in love with each other, but still missing it, the whole song wants to show a feeling of loneliness, coldness, vicissitudes of history, and impermanence... I've been looking for it for a long time. I have read a lot of books on this subject, and I have also asked some teachers in the mainland, but I still have no clue..."

　　"..."

　　When Jay Chou spoke, his eyes were a little empty, so he didn't notice Wu Shaobai's absurd expression.

　　But after he finished speaking, Wu Shaobai said after thinking about it:

　　"Here's a story that suits you well..."

　　"Ok?"

　　Jay Chou's eyes lit up, while Wu Shaobai got up and walked out. Not long after, he took out another copy of "Luoyang Jialan Ji", and after turning it over, he handed the page to the other party.

　　Looking into his eyes, Jay Chou saw a paragraph written on the blank page of Shuwen (Made Zhao):

　　"The wind is shaking, the grass is raining, and who are the shadows waiting for? Three springs have passed on the river bank, and the roof is a song of dusk."

　　"Time is dark, fireworks are easy to cool, and old dreams are warm. Indulge in the willow color of the past, and infatuation takes root."

　　"Fireworks are easy to cold...Old dreams are warm..."

　　He chewed this poem over and over again, his eyes lit up all of a sudden.

　　He raised his head abruptly, and he didn't even care that the bamboo pot at Dazhui collapsed due to the rhythm of his muscles.The eyes full of light were all concentrated on Wu Shaobai's face:

　　"Doctor Wu! Who wrote this poem...?"

　　"Uh……"

　　Wu Shaobai scratched his head in embarrassment.

　　Looking a little embarrassed.

　　"The word card of this poem is called "Chaozhongcuo·Fireworks Yi Leng", I have nothing to write and play in my spare time..."

　　(PS: Allow me to be cheeky for a second.).

Chapter 539

　　"You wrote it?"

　　Watching this hand fly white, Jay Chou's eyes were full of surprise.

　　"Ah."

　　"...that's great!"

　　"..."

　　Looking at his raised thumb, Wu Shaobai felt his face was a little hot, then picked up the bamboo pot on the ground and pressed it again.

　　And when the time for cupping came, Wu Shaobai glanced at the mark of the can and nodded:

　　"The fire goes down very quickly. After this time, your throat should be fine. I'll give you some bright voice pills and tea, remember not to touch alcohol these days, then take care of your throat on Saturday. Very good."

　　"..."

　　Jay Chou did not speak, but continued to stare at the book "Luoyang Jialan Ji", as if there was some wonderful world in it.

　　Seeing this, Wu Shaobai glanced at the time.

　　After finding that it was 9:10, he had to interrupt his reading:

　　"Zhou Dong, if you want to read it... I'll lend you this book, take it back and read it slowly, and give it back to me before you leave Yanjing. Put on your clothes first, don't catch a cold, I'm going to work too. ."

　　"Ah?...Oh, right, right..."

　　Jay Chou woke up like a dream.

　　 ……

　　"This price... more than ten thousand is just the cost price?"

　　Zhou Jielun looked at the brocade box in his hand with horror in his eyes.

　　Wu Shaobai smiled awkwardly:

　　"This... I can't help it, I like to make things more meticulous. This Zhao Shi old incense is originally a sandalwood recipe from the palace, which is improved from the incense recipe of Ersu's old bureau. The purpose is to conform to the dignity of the royal family. It is deeply loved by Qianlong, so the materials used are very particular... How about I change it for you."

　　"I can accept the price."

　　Jay Chou first put away the brocade box that Wu Shaobai handed him, and then looked at Wu Shaobai's eyes with more and more curiosity:

　　"Doctor Wu, you are really amazing~"

　　"Haha, it's more rewarding than rewarding. Here, this is the recipe from the Medicine Hall. Give it to them as well. They will naturally give it to me. Although it's a cost, there is still a tax to pay."

　　Handing over the note that he wrote, Wu Shaobai put on a white coat.

　　Seeing this, Jay Chou didn't stay any longer. He carefully put the "Luoyang Jialan Ji" in his arms and said:

　　"I'll send it back to you after reading it, Doctor Wu."

　　"Well, okay. Please~"

　　……

　　Saying goodbye to Jay Chou, let the staff lead him out through the back door, and Wu Shaobai, who returned to the clinic for the consultation, was still a little speechless.

　　Although he doesn't know where Jay Chou in his previous life got "Fireworks Easy to Cold", but now he has received some advice from himself, right?ha~

　　Thinking of this, Wu Shaobai is really a little light.

　　Feeling the impermanence of the world.

　　"It's raining, and the old hometown is full of grass and trees..."

　　Silently humming the song "Fireworks Easy to Cold" in his heart, he nodded to the patient who walked in:

　　"Please sit down."

　　……

　　After lunch, he went straight to Peking University to go to class.But before he got there, suddenly, Wang Hai called.

　　"Hey, Uncle Hai."

　　Liu Yong, who was driving in front, lowered his volume.

　　"Shaobai, where are you?"

　　"I'm going to school."

　　"Well... come to Guangdelou to perform at night?"

　　"Come on, Uncle Hai, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

　　"Well, I have something to tell you. We have reached a cooperation with Sina, and they want to broadcast our cross talk on the Internet. After negotiating this matter, your master and uncle feel that Guangdelou's current performance is the most stable, and at the same time The environment and atmosphere are relatively the best, so you want to put the first live broadcast in Guangde Building, what do you think?"

　　Hearing Wang Hai's explanation, Wu Shaobai said with a smile:

　　"Of course, this is something that will help promote the big guy's reputation. Did you say a fixed time? Or come with us?"

　　"Saturday. It's Saturday night."

　　"this Saturday?"

　　"Correct."

　　"Oh, yes, yes. No problem~"

　　Wu Shaobai agreed very happily:

　　"Then my master and uncle have to be there, right? I'll arrange other programs."

　　"Uh……"

　　Wang Hai made a phone call.

　　"No, it's up to the company to decide. It's not the kind that people from a small theater perform together. It's just like commercial performances, taking turns."