Wow.

White rice paper floated down, and black ink characters came into view.

The power penetrates the back of the paper, and it is strange and dangerous.

One stroke down, like a runaway horse galloping towards you, or like a dragon rising up and moving around, coming and going without any restraint.

The hidden edge shows a slight edge, while the exposed peak shows subtlety.

The end of the pen ends abruptly, like a sharp knife cutting, the lifting and pressing are clear, and the thread is strong and strong.

Hiss! There was a sound of gasping for air in the lobby. Chu Yunqiao, who was standing next to Shen Xiaojia, also had beautiful eyes. He couldn't help but praise, "What a handsome calligraphy! What a wonderful poem!"

Shen Qi, who had a cold face, and Shi Yan, who had a warm face, both stared at the poem, with beads of cold sweat oozing out of their foreheads.

Shen Xiaojia clasped his hands behind his back, paced back and forth in the lobby and recited poems with a strange rhythm and long charm.

"The wind is rustling, the moon is faint, and the nine-curved cold knife hangs on my waist."

"The spring breeze sends us home ten miles away, and the smoke and dust cover the Cloud Bridge."

"Leading the horse and riding down the road to shout, the sound filled the city with shouts."

"The boy at the side door asked the passers-by, who took off their robes and counted their relatives."

"Or from Fanghe River in the west of the 14th century, to Yingtian in the east of the 50th century."

"When I left, I always looked down on Yan Yan, and when I came back, white ashes were scattered along the riverside..."

After a pause, Shen Xiaojia took a bottle of sake from Yan Qi who came slowly to the lobby, took a few sips, smashed it in his mouth, and continued, "The blood in Beiting flows like a river, and the God Emperor will never waver in expanding the territory. .”

"If you don't hear it, the three hundred states in Minshan River and thousands of households are in desolate condition!"

"Then he made the young men hoe and plow, and the grains of the grain were all sparse."

"Moreover, the Xiongnu endured the bitter cold, and their whips were no different from those of dogs and chickens."

"Even if my wife and concubines ask questions, how dare I express my hatred?"

"Even in the middle of the winter, we are still recruiting."

"The city lord is asking for rent urgently. Where can we get the rented food from?"

"Believe it or know that strength is evil, but weakness is good."

"The disabled will still live their whole life, but the healthy will be buried under the fat weeds."

"Don't you see, at the head of Yancheng, there are thousands of mountains of dead bones with no one to collect them."

"The old corpse has not rotted and the new one has died, the mountain shadow... the water jackdaws are faint!"

When the last word fell, there was silence in the lobby. Many people did not even dare to breathe. They looked at Shen Xiaojia with dull eyes and their mouths opened wide enough to hold five or six eggs.

Boom, boom, boom! My heart is beating wildly.

The three wild beats came from three people, the rhythm was the same, but the moods were completely different.

Shen Qi was beating wildly with fear, Shi Yan was beating wildly with a guilty conscience and retreating quietly, and Chu Yunqiao was beating wildly like a little deer.

There is no beauty who does not like talented people, just like there is no hero who does not love beauties.

Shen Xiaojia poured the last drop of wine from the pot into his mouth, licked his lips, swayed towards the old man with goatee on the second floor, bowed and said, "Mr. Wenyuange upstairs, I dare to ask you a question. …Is this poem acceptable?”

The old man with the goatee was startled by Shen Xiaojia's question, and then he came back to his senses. He stared at Shen Xiaojia with bright eyes, just like a beggar who hadn't seen meat for a long time looking at the roast duck in the shop. He swallowed and said with conviction in his tone. , "Quite adequate! Ballads with mixed language are the most touching, and the shallower they are, the more profound they are... The emotions are embedded in the narrative, with alternating tones and tones, ups and downs, and a mixture of voices and emotions. They are indeed much better and more profound than some love-writing works! "

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Shen!" Shen Xiaojia held an empty wine bottle in one hand and put his hand on his hips, saying neither humble nor arrogantly, "So, I should have won this competition, right?"

The old man with a goatee stroked his beard, nodded and said, "This poem is stunning and can even be included in the list of ancient and modern poems handed down from generation to generation. Naturally, it deserves to be the best in poetry, and it is certainly better than the three poems written by Poetry Maniac! "

"With your words, it becomes..." Shen Xiaojia turned around and came to Shen Qi, blinked, stretched out his right hand and said, "Master Shen, could you please exchange all the gold and silver jewelry on the table for the thousand taels of gold?" Give it to me in cash, it will be more convenient..."

Shen Qi stared at Shen Xiaojia with resentful eyes, and was about to reach out to touch the banknote in his arms. Suddenly he remembered something, tilted his head and sneered, "Wait a minute... I have written three poems before, and some people have questioned whether I am a poet." Thief, same thing... How do you prove that this poem is your own? I remember you said earlier that you were a policeman, so this is interesting... I have never heard of a policeman in Daqing I know how to write poetry and can write such a masterpiece. Is it because I am ignorant?"

"People's prejudices are a big mountain!" Shen Xiaojia shook his head and sighed, "This is what you told others before, and now I give it back to you... Everyone has many sides and plays different roles at different times. , you can’t label others based on their profession, it’s too narrow!”

Shen Qi narrowed his eyes, "Okay! Let's not talk about anything else. You only need to prove that you wrote this poem yourself! Otherwise..."

"My surname is Shen."

"Hmm... When Miss Yunqiao called me earlier, you answered. At that time, I knew that you and I have the same surname, but so what..."

Shen Xiaojia interrupted Shen Qi's words, raised his index finger and swung it from side to side, "No, no, no, you heard it wrong. Our last names are not the same. You are bent into three tones, while mine is straight. state."

Shen Qi rolled his eyes, "Then what? Is it amazing to have the surname Shen? Do you want me to give you an award?"

"Of course having the surname Shen is not a big deal, it is even a troublesome thing that gives people a headache. Ordinary people like you can't understand it. You'd better listen to what I have to say first..." Shen Xiaojia patted Shen Qi's hand. Shoulder, "My surname is Shen and my given name is Xiaojia. My name was chosen by my parents and cannot be changed. But my surname was chosen by me. It is unique..."

Shen Qi interjected impatiently, "Why do you talk so much nonsense? So what's your word? Unique? Or Unique?"

"None of them," Shen Xiaojia curled his lips and said calmly, "My cousin's name is actually very simple, one or two means one, summer means summer."

"Yixia?" Shen Qi connected the two words in Shen Xiaojia's mouth and frowned, feeling that these two words were somewhat familiar.

"Yi Xia!" Chu Yunqiao looked at Shen Xiaojia in shock and suddenly said, "You are the poetry ghost Yi Xia! During Yi Xia Qinglian's dance, she wrote three hundred poems over wine... You are actually the most poetic ghost in the world? "

"It's just a false name, everyone praised me... What I have achieved today is all because of my many friends. Standing on the shoulders of their giants has enabled me to gain such a great reputation." Shen Xiaojia smiled shyly, " There is no basis for what I say...Although I am a very low-key person and don't have any seals, I still have a unique way to prove my identity..." He waved to a boy standing in a corner and said, " Friend, please help me find a mop!"

The boy scratched his head in confusion and asked, "What is a mop?"

"It's just a larger brush..." Shen Xiaojia stretched out his arms and gestured, "It's about this long..."

"Oh...it seems like there is a pole as long as a pole in the woodshed, wait a minute!" The boy suddenly realized and left like a whirlwind. After a while, he came back like a whirlwind carrying a bamboo pole writing brush about five feet long. He was also carrying a wooden bucket full of ink and panting, "The craftsmen who painted the plaques and pillars a few days ago have leftovers for you... Can you see if they are suitable for use?"

Shen Xiaojia took the bamboo brush and played with it. He glanced at the ink in the bucket and said, "It's suitable for use. It's very handy! Brother, you are very discerning. After a while, City Master Shen Shao fulfilled the bet. I will give you a hundred and eighty taels." As a tip!" He put the empty wine bottle on the table, picked up the front hem of the red flower shirt and tied it around his waist, rolled up his sleeves, inserted the tip of the bamboo pen into the bucket, lifted it up with all his strength, and shouted, "Look at it, everyone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Xiaojia had no intention of thinking about it. He held the pen like a spear and flew on the floor of the lobby, flicking and stroking as gracefully as a mighty giant.

While everyone was still marveling at Shen Xiaojia's calligraphy, two famous poems by Du Fu were already painted on the bluestone bricks at his feet by Shen Xiaojia.

"The window contains the snow of Xiling for thousands of years, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu..." Du Fu looked at the snow-capped Xiling Snow Mountain in the distance from the window.

"The endless falling trees rustle under the rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in!" It was Shaolingye Lao Lao who lamented that the river is rushing, and time is fleeting...

After finishing the two poems, Shen Xiaojia did not stop writing. He continued to dance the bamboo brush and splash ink and words. After a while, more than a dozen more poems by Du Fu appeared on the bluestone floor. In the previous life, Shen Xiaojia finally My favorite poet is Du Fu. Different from the romantic poetry, the poet Du Fu is down-to-earth realism, melancholy and frustrated, and worried about the country and the people. Every year in the dog days of summer, he will go to the thatched cottage, among the cool vegetation, Feeling grateful for the memory of the ancestors.

In tonight's poetry gathering, he originally just wanted to sit quietly in the corner, drink wine and eat meat, but various factors intentionally or unintentionally added fuel to the fire and forced him to stand up. And the pressure of the life-and-death crisis in the past few days was also building up in his heart. At this moment, it completely exploded. In a crazy and selfless state of mind, Shen Xiaojia tirelessly waved the bamboo brush and wrote all the poems remembered in his mind on the bluestone bricks.

Chu Yunqiao's eyes gradually changed slightly, from doubt to shock, and then to a trace of obsession.

Shen Qi's face became paler and paler, her lips gradually trembled, her eyes widened, and she kept repeating a few words, "Impossible, absolutely impossible..."

Not only Chu Yunqiao and Shen Qi, when Shen Xiaojia claimed that he was a poetry ghost, many people in the lobby were like them. They didn't believe Shen Xiaojia's words at all and they all scoffed. But now, their faces were full of shock, and no one dared to say it again. Half a question.

Because, at the moment Shen Xiaojia stopped writing, the bluestone tiles in the lobby were filled with eighty-eight peerless poems. If it weren't for the fact that there was no space on the ground to write, it seemed that Shen Xiaojia would continue to write.

More than a dozen poor men stood on tiptoes by the wall, fearing that they would accidentally trample on the poems on the floor. They stared at the lines of poems with burning eyes and recited them softly.

Gradually, the chanting became louder and louder, and the dozen people turned into dozens. Finally, the whole building was filled with people chanting the poems written by Shen Xiaojia on the ground.

"With tens of millions of mansions, the poor people all over the world will be happy, and they will be as safe as a mountain in the face of wind and rain!" After several poor people read it repeatedly, they actually burst into tears.

"You will be at the top of the mountain and you will have a panoramic view of the mountains." A young man standing on the second floor looked down and kept shouting the word "heroic".

"The country is broken by the mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. I feel the flowers splashing with tears when I leave, and I hate the birds that are leaving." The old man with a goatee is holding the window frame harder and harder, his knuckles are blue and white, and his eyes are slightly red.

"I don't know how old I am when I am young, and wealth and honor are like floating clouds to me." Some older and elegant people kept nodding in praise and regarded Shen Xiaojia as their confidant.

"The wine and meat of the wealthy family smells stinky, and there are frozen bones on the road..." Someone slapped the table, took a sip of wine with a sad face, and looked at Shen Qi, who was dressed in rich clothes, with hatred, and had the urge to rob the rich and give to the poor.

Shen Qi noticed the man's gaze, glared back sinisterly, pursed his lips, and quietly moved towards the door of Yanyu Building.

Shen Xiaojia borrowed a bottle of wine from somewhere and drank a few sips. He grabbed Shen Qi's arm, burped loudly at Shen Qi, and said with a smile, "Brother Shi Kuang... I don't know what's going on on the ground." Can these prove my identity? If it's not enough... I can add another hundred and eighty songs on the roof, and it won't take long!"

At this moment, Shen Qi wanted to say that those on the ground were also copied by Shen Xiaojia, but in the face of everyone's joking eyes, he had to swallow it, because no one had seen these poems. If he said that these poems were copied by Shen Xiaojia, what if someone asked him to do so? Copying one hundred and eighty of such a masterpiece would only make me more embarrassed. I took a deep breath and said with a cold face, "No need, you are so good, you can actually pretend better than me. It's really unworthy to be just a little catcher." Yes, tomorrow I will ask my father to transfer you to the city lord’s palace to work on things, and I will definitely make you rich..."

"There is no rush about promotion," Shen Xiaojia rubbed his hands and said, "Let's put the money in order first... One thousand taels of gold can be converted into ten thousand taels of silver. Adding the gold and silver jewelry on the table, the total should be almost the same. Fifteen thousand taels... bring it!"

Shen Qi stared at Shen Xiaojia with cold eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "The money from the City Lord's Mansion... do you really dare to ask for it?"

"Is there any difference between the silver in the City Lord's Mansion?" The old man with goatee on the second floor suddenly interjected, "Is it possible that the silver in your house was made privately and was not stamped with the official seal? It is particularly hot? If so, I would like to ask for it when I return to Kyoto. Please ask the Holy One to send someone to Yuecheng to see how you handle your money?"

Chu Yunqiao saw that Shen Qi's face was getting harder and harder, and chuckled, "Master, I misunderstood. The money in the City Lord's Mansion is naturally stamped with the official seal. Young Master Shen was just angry because he lost the money, so he talked nonsense." ...But after all, I will still be willing to admit defeat and will not act recklessly. After all, Mr. Shen is also a well-known poetry maniac, so he still has some magnanimity...Am I right, Mr. Shen?"

Shen Qi took a deep look at the old man with the goatee, took a deep breath, turned to Chu Yunqiao, nodded and smiled, "Miss Yunqiao still understands me, she is indeed my confidante..." He took out a wad from his arms. The banknote was thrown to Shen Xiaojia casually, "It's only fifteen thousand taels of silver. Looking at your impatient look, you are indeed a country bumpkin who has never seen the world! Here is a banknote of ten thousand taels. Those things on the table were already there It’s a fixed bet, you can’t say you can exchange it for a silver note if you want, you can do whatever you want, you have to take it even if you don’t want to!”

Shen Xiaojia put away the white banknotes and reluctantly glanced at the gold and silver jewelry on the table. He wanted to put them back in his pocket, but when he thought of Shen Qi lying in Yexiang's car with all his jewels, it was really hard to do so. , sighed helplessly, turned to Chu Yunqiao and asked, "Miss Yunqiao, I regard money as dirt, so I accepted this banknote... mainly because I like the words on the banknote and the fragrance of ink, and Those yellow and white things are really unsightly, so they can be regarded as the wine and meat money of all the poor brothers here tonight, that should be enough, right?"

The corners of Chu Yunqiao's mouth twitched. Especially when he heard Shen Xiaojia say that he liked the words on the banknotes, he wanted to punch Shen Xiaojia violently. He struggled to maintain the smile on his face and whispered a few words, "More than enough..."

"More than enough?" Shen Xiaojia licked his lips and said, "Then bring me another seven or eight bottles of fine wine and ten plates of spicy braised beef. Five plates will be shared with everyone. Five plates will be packed. I will take them back and eat slowly... okay? ?”

"Of course," Chu Yunqiao finally couldn't help it and secretly rolled his eyes, "But you have to ask the mother in the building how to calculate the price of these jewelry..."

Shen Qi on the side couldn't stand it any longer, spat on the ground, said with disdain, "What a fucking poor guy", said goodbye to Chu Yunqiao, and turned around to leave angrily.

Shen Xiaojia pretended to shout at Shen Qi's back, "Brother Shen, don't leave in a hurry. Why don't you stay and have a few more drinks? I'm treating you. I'll pay for it with your money, so don't be polite..."

Chu Yunqiao smiled and shook his head. It was hard to imagine that the handsome and unrestrained talent just now and the fussy little catcher in front of him were the same person. He took out a small wooden sign from his sleeve and put it into Shen Xiaojia's palm. His cheeks were flushed and soft. He said, "Young master, since you have won the poetry competition tonight, the little girl should fulfill her promise and go to the room to prepare wine, food and aromatherapy. Later, she and the master will recite poems and admire the moon together... This is my boudoir number plate. You can borrow it from the master. This is what I'm looking for..."

"To be honest, I'm a little drunk now..." Shen Xiaojia pinched his eyebrows, "I may not be able to recite poems and admire the moon. Let's try another day..."

Chu Yunqiao bit his lips and put on a sad look, "Sir... you won the poetry competition, but you don't come to my boudoir. Others will think that you look down on me. From now on, little girl will be here How can we still survive in the building... Young Master, you'd better come and sit in my room..."

The expression on Shen Xiaojia's face immediately froze, he glanced at Yan Qi who was not far away, and sighed, "Well, let's just sit down..." He pointed at the gold and silver jewelry on the table, "But I'd better talk to Lou first. The mother here will settle the accounts before going to look for you, so as not to sit there until dawn and forget about it the next day..."
To be continued...