As the old saying goes, a man chases a woman through the mountains, and a woman chases a man through the veil.
Wen Xi firmly believes that as long as she chases him backwards, there will be no man who can control him.
Ji Mo is no more than a mountain villager, and he will never escape from his grasp.
With full confidence, she wrote a letter not long after and asked Xiaolan to send it to Ji Mo.
The pink letterhead has beautiful handwriting and a faint girlish fragrance.
When Ji Mo received this letter, he was quite excited. After all, this was the first time he received a love letter from a girl at this age.
But soon, he looked disgusted.
Love poem?
A love poem written by Wen Xi to herself?
That's it?
What exactly is that naughty young lady trying to do?
"The handwriting is pretty good, but it's uneven and has inappropriate parallelism. Can this still be considered poetry?"
Ji Mo glanced at it briefly and returned the letter to Xiao Lan, at the same time devaluing the poem as worthless.
Frankly speaking, Wen Xi’s reputation as the most talented woman in Southwest China is not worthy of the name.
After all, after being influenced by earth's Tang poetry and Song lyrics, and being forced by the system to study poetry and poetry, Ji Mo had very high requirements for poetry, and obviously he could not stand Wen Xi's confessional poem with extremely poor literary talent.
"Mr. Ji, this is a love poem written specially for you by the young lady. How could you do this?"
Xiaolan felt a little unfair for Wen Xi.
It is not easy for a girl to take the initiative to write a poem to express her love. Why does Ji Mo not understand the style at all?
"Miss Xiaolan, see for yourself, such a perfunctory poem without any true feelings, who are you fooling?" Ji Mo said.
Xiaolan opened the letter with doubts and read it twice. From her perspective, she felt that it was indeed not very good.
The young lady wrote very perfunctorily, and she did live up to her reputation as a talented woman.
Xiaolan defended: "This is my first time writing a love letter to a boy, so I'm definitely not very good at it."
first?
Ji Mo felt better.
Although it was clear that Wen Xi was obviously not sincere and had impure motives, seeing that it was his first time, he reluctantly gave him some advice.
Just treat it as a communication between literature lovers.
"She doesn't know how, I can teach her."
"For example, the exquisite dice is decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply. This sentence is the most appropriate to express and imply."
"If you fall in love at first sight, you can use this poem to describe it: It's just because I feel that you look back on me that it makes me think about your days and evenings."
"When the love is strong, something like 'May I be like the stars and the moon, and the light shining brightly every night' is the most suitable for the occasion."
"If it's too late to meet you, you can express your heartfelt feelings with the words "Return to the king's pearl with tears streaming down my face, I wish we could have met before we were married."
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Ji Mo talks eloquently, with good lines coming out frequently, and various love poems readily picked up.
Xiaolan held her chin in her hands, her cheeks slightly red, and when she looked at Ji Mo, her eyes were filled with little stars.
She followed Wen Xi and was very familiar with poetry, but she had never heard such a touching and soul-stirring poem.
Even my own young lady had to ponder over and over again before she could write a decent poem.
But what about Ji Mo?
One step at a time, a poem, a perfect line is created by nature, and all the quatrains produced will last forever.
They are all so affectionate that it makes people blush when they hear it.
This kind of talent is definitely worthy of being outstanding!
Xiaolan was deeply impressed by Ji Mo's talent.
"Mr. Ji, I feel that my young lady is not worthy of you. I will go back immediately to dispel her unrealistic ideas."
Xiaolan, who has become Ji Mo's little fan girl, said seriously.
Comparing it in my heart, my young lady, a talented woman, is like a firefly and the bright moon in front of Mr. Ji.
What's more important is that Mr. Ji has amazing talent, but chooses to remain unknown. Such a humble gentleman is truly unparalleled in the world.
The young master is unparalleled in the world, which is how Ji Mo is described.
After returning home, Xiaolan relayed Ji Mo's comments on the love letter to Wen Xi word for word.
The eldest lady of the Wen family was completely furious.
It's so ridiculous that a village man plowing the fields actually questioned her?
She also admitted that the writing was perfunctory, but Ji Mo was not qualified to comment.
With dissatisfaction, she planned to write another love poem for Ji Mo to show her literary skills and would not tolerate being looked down upon by a rough man.
"Miss, forget it, at your level, no matter how you write, you probably won't be able to catch Mr. Ji's eyes," Xiao Lan reminded kindly.
This sentence is like a wake-up call!
"Xiaolan, what are you talking about? What happened to my level?"
Wen Xi's eyes widened and she couldn't figure out why Xiaolan said this?
She is not a flower vase. She earned her reputation as a talented woman based on her own talent and learning. The title of the most talented woman in the southwest was judged by the great scholars at Langya Academy and is genuine.
Although Xiao Lan didn't want to attack Wen Xi, in order to make Wen Xi give up, she still recited the poems she heard from Ji Mo, sentence by sentence.
Not to mention Wen Xi, even the great scholar from Langya Academy would definitely not be able to write these poems.
The more Wen Xi listened, the more frightened she became, her face full of disbelief.
How could these poems be written by someone like Ji Mo?
"Impossible, these poems were definitely not written by him. Plagiarism, it must be plagiarism."
Wen Xi really couldn't accept that a farmer had such high literary attainments.
If he really had this kind of talent and knowledge, he would probably be farming in the remote countryside after his fame had spread all over the world.
Xiaolan said matter-of-factly: "Miss, you don't know whether to plagiarize or not. These poems by Mr. Ji have never appeared in the world."
Wen Xi is familiar with all ancient and modern poetry, and of course she knows this is the case.
But she refused to die that Ji Mo was a reclusive literary figure, and believed that these poems might have been plagiarized from some orphan or ancient books.
"Miss, take a look at these again."
Xiaolan had no choice but to take out the dozens of "Inscriptions on a Humble Room" that Ji Mo had paid for last time.
Wen Xi flipped through it casually and was stunned.
Its style, atmosphere, pen and ink, etc. are all exactly the same as the "Inscription on the Humble Room" that I have always treasured in my arms, but it is obviously better.
According to the ink marks, this should have been written recently, while the one I own is obviously a work from a few years ago.
Obviously, they are all written by the same person, and the other person's calligraphy skills should have improved greatly.
"Could it be that Ji Mo is the author of "The Inscription on the Humble Room" that I have been searching for?"
Wen Xi's head roared.
"Miss, please don't make blind guesses. It's clear that the dozens of paintings written by Mr. Ji are much better than yours. They are definitely not by the same person."
Xiao Lan doesn't know much about calligraphy, but she just thinks that Ji Mo's writing is better and cannot be compared with the painting made by the young lady.
I think the young lady must be greedy for these calligraphy treasures and want to take them back.
"Xiao Lan, you don't understand. These are obviously the work of the same person. It's just that they were separated by a few years, so naturally there are differences."
Wen Xi explained very seriously, and then hugged the pile of calligraphy tightly without any intention of returning it to Xiaolan.
The regret in Xiaolan's heart is now gone.
As a maid, you can't steal things from a lady.
"Ji Mo, you bastard has made me look for you for three years. Don't ever think about running away in this life. Even if you use force, I will definitely marry you."
Wen Xi made up her mind to force Ji Mo to obey her even if she took it by force.