The midday sun shone slantly through the windows and doorways. The figures of the customers in the calligraphy and painting shop left long slanting shadows. The calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, as well as the purple-red sandalwood counter in the shop,
Bathed in the sun, it glows with gleaming light.
People were coming and going on the street, and the traffic was busy, making it a lively scene. But the calligraphy and painting shop was quiet. Except for Lu Heng, almost everyone's eyes were focused on the painting hanging on the wall.
Su Wenzheng in front of the couplet, to be precise, is staring at the end of Su Wenzheng's pen.
Most of the customers in the calligraphy and painting shop are scholars. Occasionally, there will be some talented people who have read poetry and books. For example, there is one person in the crowd at the moment. This person is Xiao Zhiyuan, who is quite famous in Jiangning City.
Xiao Zhiyuan was standing in front of an ancient painting at this time, but his eyes did not stay on the yellowed painting. Instead, like everyone else, they were looking at him standing in front of the couplet, his face changing unpredictably, and his forehead had begun to
Su Wenzheng was sweating.
He knew Su Wenzheng, but it was just an acquaintance. In his eyes, although Su Wenzheng was quite talented, he had a perverse personality. To put it mildly, he was a bit arrogant and domineering. Perhaps he came from a family of officials.
, I have been flattered since I was a child, and I seem to be a bit frivolous.
On weekdays, there are many rumors about Su Wenzheng, such as romantic affairs. For example, the young master of the Yin family of the Su Mansion won the favor of a certain girl on the flower boat and became a guest of the queen.
As for his true talents, Xiao Zhiyuan had not heard much about him.
Of course, Xiao Zhiyuan is not referring to those romantic poems, but to real talent and learning, the study of statecraft.
Su Wen was just pretending to have a good family background, but he didn't know how to serve the country and the people. He just hung out in brothels and rowed boats every day, which was a pity.
At this time, Xiao Zhiyuan looked at Su Wenzheng, who had a nervous look on his face and sweat on his temples, and felt a little funny in his heart.
In fact, since I entered the store, I have been trying to figure out the first couplet and trying to match the second couplet. Unfortunately, the first couplet seems simple, but it is really difficult to get it right, neatly and in line with the artistic conception.
.After thinking about it, there was nothing good to say, so in the end Xiao Zhiyuan had no choice but to give up.
What surprised him was that at the moment he had just given up, a scholar carrying a cloth bag and wearing an old gown came in. Then, in his surprised eyes, the scholar seemed to be joking with his boss.
I really picked up the brush and stepped forward.
Then, under the looks of Xiao Zhiyuan and many students that were either funny or disdainful, the scholar just thought for a moment and put down his pen.
The regular script is grand and graceful, and the second couplet is full of wonderful penmanship.
When the second couplet appeared on the paper, Xiao Zhiyuan read it carefully and couldn't help but sigh.
As the saying goes, literature is the best. After Xiao Zhiyuan saw the scholar easily answering the second couplet, his first reaction was naturally to go up and get to know him.
However, at the moment he was about to step forward, Su Wenzheng walked in.
Then, this scene happened.
Seeing Su Wenzheng's extremely ugly expression, Xiao Zhiyuan happily watched the excitement.
Perhaps, the main reason why Su Wenzheng was riding a tiger and was unable to get off at this time was because of his presence.
After all, he is usually arrogant and domineering, and looks like the most talented Jiang Ning. At this time, in front of him, he must be a little embarrassed.
In fact, just as Xiao Zhiyuan guessed, the biggest reason why Su Wenzheng can't step down at this time is because of him. After all, sons from aristocratic families like Su Wenzheng usually look down on poor students like Xiao Zhiyuan.
But now, he, Su Wenzheng, was stumped by a couplet in front of Xiao Zhiyuan. How could he get off the stage?
"How about it? Brother Su, do you have a neat second line?" Xiao Zhiyuan stepped forward and looked at Su Wenzheng who was sweating profusely with a smile, with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.
Su Wenzheng turned around with a stiff expression and sneered: "Seeing how confident Brother Xiao is, does he have something good to say?"
Xiao Zhiyuan is also a proud and arrogant person. This person usually never bows his head, especially in this literary matter. Otherwise, he would not have gone so far with Xiao Zhiyuan.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Zhiyuan shook his fan and suddenly stopped with a snap. He laughed and said two words: "No!"
After saying that, regardless of the astonishment on Su Wenzheng's face, he walked leisurely and walked out of the store.
It took Su Wenzheng a while to come to his senses, and secretly scolded Xiao Zhiyuan for being hypocritical.
When Xiao Zhiyuan's figure disappeared into the sunlight outside, Su Wenzheng withdrew his gaze. Vaguely, he felt that something was missing in the store. He glanced around and found that except for a few people in the store, they looked at him with disdain.
Except for the guests, there was no one else. Su Wenzheng suddenly realized. Only then did he remember what he was here for.
I was originally planning to get close to the young lady surnamed Liu and achieve something wonderful. Unexpectedly, I was disrupted by that nerd Lu Heng.
Now, the young lady named Liu has disappeared.
Su Wenzheng couldn't resist the weird looks from the students in the store. He coughed and pretended to be serious. He put down his brush. Under the contemptuous looks of many students, Su Wenzheng walked out of the store with vigorous steps.
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Perhaps because he was uneasy due to lack of confidence in his heart, when he was going out, Su Wenzheng was accidentally hit by the steps in front of the store. With his center of gravity unsteady, Su Wenzheng suddenly moved forward and was frozen.
The ** bluestone floor jumped over.
With a splash, Su Wenzheng spread out his limbs and came into close contact with the solid stone road.
The owner of the store and the students who were watching Su Wenzheng couldn't help but twitch their eyelids when they heard a crisp wrestling sound coming from outside and looked at Su Wenzheng lying on the ground so intimately.
How painful this must be!
Su Wenzheng, who was bruised and swollen from the fall, climbed up with difficulty while holding on to the ground. He looked at the frayed silk gown on his body, and then at the broken folding fan. Su Wenzheng felt so embarrassed.
He hurriedly covered his blue face, lowered his head, and left here dejectedly amid the loud voices of the students in the store.
After turning a corner, Su Wenzheng stopped his hurried steps and leaned against the wall, sucking in the cold air and rubbing his face.
Hiss...
He touched his cheek lightly, and it hurt so much that Su Wenzheng burst into tears from the pain.
At this time, I suddenly heard a voice as loud as a bell coming from beside me: "Ah, Brother Su, what's wrong with you?"
Breasts?
Su Wenzheng's eyelids twitched, and when he turned his head to look, his lungs were filled with anger.
Liu Fu, a fat pig, was holding a shiny chicken leg in his hand, eating it while looking at himself in surprise.
"You, where did you go just now?" Su Wenzheng asked in a bad tone, trembling all over. He opened his mouth and felt pain on his face again. Su Wenzheng hurriedly covered his face and glared at Liu Fu.
"I, I was a little hungry just now, so I asked my servant to buy a chicken leg. In the blink of an eye, you disappeared!"
Liu Fu had an innocent expression on his face, and his small eyes blinked innocently as he looked at Su Wenzheng, whose face was ashen. He felt a little aggrieved.
"Get out!" Su Wenzheng yelled angrily at Liu Fu, who had a greasy mouth, and then limped out, holding on to the wall.