"Hey, whose poem is this?" Xu Nian was still worried about how to talk to Li Changan, when a voice suddenly came from beside him.
Xu Nian was so frightened that he sat up straight.
"The next time Mr. Boss comes over, can you make some noise?"
"Isn't it a bit too much to use grammar just for these few steps?"
"Didn't I make a sound just now?" Qin Xiuman was short and chubby, with a smile on his face and looked kind-hearted.
He reached out and picked up the poem that Xu Nian had placed carefully, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
Xu Nian subconsciously wanted to snatch it back, but he was afraid of ruining the rice paper. He couldn't reach out in a hurry, and he couldn't reach out even if he didn't. He could only declare ownership.
"Although you are the leader of the ninth floor, this is my thing."
Qin Xiuman raised his eyebrows, "Did you write such a delicate poem about women?"
"no."
"Did you write this word?"
Xu Nian said helplessly, "...No."
"Since you didn't write this poem, why do you say it belongs to you?" Qin Xiuman quickly rolled up the rice paper and walked out.
Xu Nian couldn't sit still anymore and quickly stopped Qin Xiuman, "Master Zhanglou, are you a bit unreasonable? I just got this calligraphy."
Qin Xiuman hid the rice paper behind his back and squinted his eyes, "Whose calligraphy is this?"
"Li Changan."
"That boy?" Qin Xiuman was stunned for a moment, then spread out the rice paper again. This time he didn't just focus on the running script on it, but read "Two Poems of Lovesickness" seriously.
"Is this something he wrote newly?"
"The foreign affairs mission of Cong Bookstore is to write poems for "Ballam"." Xu Nian said truthfully.
Qin Xiuman frowned slightly, "This poem is a little weaker than "Ascending the Ninth Tower". The men and women are too sad and delicate, but not enough in artistic conception."
Xu Nian nodded, "I think so too. It's just that I've read the first draft of "Babble", "Two Poems of Lovesickness" and this storybook... are a match made in heaven."
Qin Xiuman read "Two Songs of Lovesickness" again, looking a little hesitant, "Although it is not as good as "Ascending the Ninth Tower", it is still at the level of a master."
"It's too sharp..."
Qin Xiuman sighed softly and paced back and forth, thinking about various possible situations.
"The first poem topped the list of literary saints, and the second poem has the level of a master. If it is released, it will definitely be pushed to the forefront."
"The foundation of this guy from Chang'an is not stable yet. Once he fails, he may be in an abyss."
The two of them had discussed Li Changan's matter many times, but no one could have imagined that Li Changan would stir up trouble on the Literary Saint List just in January.
In February, he produced another masterpiece.
It blinded both of them directly.
All the methods discussed before were suddenly useless.
This is the first time such a situation has occurred.
Because the apprentices under him were too good, the boss and deputy boss were helpless.
"What does he mean?" Qin Xiuman asked.
Xu Nian spread his hands and said, "I talked to him about my considerations, but he insisted on sending the poem. This should have explained his attitude..."
The room fell into silence.
After a long while, Qin Xiuman slapped the table and said, "He's not even afraid of himself, so what do we have to worry about?"
"As long as we help him check it, no matter how bad it is, how much worse can it be?"
"I want to see if this kid can really break the sky!"
Xu Nian actually pointed to the sky, "What should I do if there are people in the main hospital in Beijing?"
"You want someone? I can carry it. If I can't carry it, there will be the deputy mountain master. If the deputy mountain master can't carry it, there will be the mountain master... Do they really have the nerve to invite the mountain master out of the temple?"
Qin Xiuman spoke very domineeringly, but his hand movements were not slow. He re-rolled Li Changan's poems, an ancient seal character "行" appeared at his feet, and disappeared into the room in an instant.
As soon as Xu Nian came to his senses, an ancient seal character "Zhi" appeared in the void in front of him, and Xu Nian's raised foot fell back involuntarily.
"Zhang Lou, are you going too far? Are you relying on your cultivation to suppress me?"
"If you have the ability, you should cultivate to the fifth level before you can..."
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Li Changan was still called up to the seventh floor by Xu Nian before his shift ended.
"I will give your poems to the Cong Bookstore."
Li Changan quickly bowed and saluted, "Thank you, Deputy Manager."
"Write a new copy of "Two Poems on Lovesickness"." Xu Nian's Chinese character face was unsmiling and looked a bit serious.
"Ah?" Li Changan blinked, unable to react, "That page just now..."
"Just write it here." Xu Nian said seriously with a straight face, "I think there are some places where your handwriting is not smooth enough, so I wrote it on the spot so that I can point it out to you."
Li Changan suddenly realized, "The student has shown his shame."
Walking to the desk, Li Changan dipped his pen in ink, took a deep breath, and suddenly started writing.
Xu Nian stood beside Li Changan with his hands behind his back, carefully watching how Li Changan used his pen, his brows sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing.
"Two Poems on Lovesickness" only contains a few dozen words. Li Changan carefully put down his pen and said, "The students have finished writing, please ask Deputy Director Xu for advice."
Xu Nian nodded and looked carefully at the rice paper with still wet ink in front of him, "The turning point is not straightforward enough and is a bit sloppy."
"The use of brushstrokes is too heavy on form and lacks the meaning of flowing clouds and flowing water."
"How much more practice do you need..."
What he said was meaningful, and Li Changan was greatly impressed, "The deputy director also has such attainments in calligraphy, and the students admire him."
"Remember to practice calligraphy more when you go back." Xu Nian warned, "Seeing words is like seeing people. Don't let it go to waste."
"Deputy Commander-in-Chief's teachings, students should keep them in mind." Li Changan saluted respectfully, and then prepared to take away the poem he just wrote.
"Wait a minute." Xu Nian immediately stretched out his hand to stop him.
Li Changan looked at Xu Nian doubtfully.
"Just leave this poem here. From now on, I will write a poem and send it to you every month." Xu Nian took back his hand and said lightly,
"I want to see if you are working hard."
Li Changan always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it, so he could only salute and leave the seventh floor.
Seeing Li Changan leaving, Xu Nian's straight back instantly bent down, he carefully held the rice paper on the table, looked at it carefully, and said with a click of his tongue,
"This method... It's a different approach, it's wonderful..."
"Every month there is a painting..." When he thought of this, Xu Nian felt as if he had soaked in a hot spring. He felt relaxed, his head no longer ached, and his waist was no longer sore.
"Perhaps I will witness the emergence of a master of calligraphy?"
"Master Zhanglou, what you took away was just a piece of calligraphy, but what I gained was a steady stream of master's copybooks..."
Xu Nian hummed a tune with satisfaction, and the writing instrument in his palm exuded a silvery glow. It fell on the rice paper layer by layer, sealing Li Changan's calligraphy properly.
Xu Nian, who was satisfied, didn't know.
Deep in the seventh floor, Qin Xiuman was lying in a chair with squinted eyes. A piece of golden writing paper slowly rotated, reflecting Xu Nian's every move in front of his eyes.
"Let him send the letter next month... Oh, who asked me to be the boss?"