Prince Ning first laughed and scolded Lu Heng for being heartless, and then said to Lu Heng with a smile, "Yongzheng's mentality is really not what you should have at your age!"
"That's right, it's more like an old man like us, who is declining, has insights into life while sitting around!" Zhang Wenshan nodded with a smile. In his heart, he was actually very curious about Lu Heng. The short song he sang some time ago
From the beginning of writing the lyrics, he felt that this young man was very interesting.
How could someone who can write such good words that fit the situation be what people call a nerd? Moreover, after these few days of contact, judging from his words and deeds, Lu Yongzheng should be talented and learned.
Zhang Wenshan's understanding of talent and learning goes beyond being able to write a few poems. What he calls talent and learning actually includes the way to behave in society.
Although Lu Yongzheng sometimes speaks a little frivolously, but after thinking about it carefully afterwards, his seemingly frivolous words always contain some meaning, which makes people have endless aftertaste.
Just like today, his words, life must go on, made Zhang Wenshan, an old man who has experienced ups and downs, agree from the bottom of his heart.
There are many unsatisfactory things in the world. If it is difficult to let go of everything, then this person will definitely miss many beautiful scenery in life. When you put aside the worries in your heart and look forward, you will suddenly see the bright future.
Seeing the two old men letting go of their worries, they laughed cheerfully. Lu Heng also felt relieved. He picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Haha, it's just a reflection on life. In this life, things that don't go as expected are very likely**
.If it’s hard to let go of everything, wouldn’t it mean that life is very tiring?”
"Young friend Yongzheng is right. At our age, we are not as open-minded as Yongzheng, a boy who is less than twenty! Haha!" Prince Ning picked up the wine glass and said to Zhang Wenshan with a smile.
The three of them touched each other lightly, raised their sleeves, and drank the wine in their glasses.
Lu Heng put down his cup and shook his head with a smile: "Ning Yuangong is overrated! However, as the saying goes, there is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is a bright future in every village. In fact, for this reason, some things do not seem to be turning around, which is disappointing.
.But if you stop for a moment, have a rest, drink a pot of tea, and let go of your worries, there may be a new way out!"
After saying this, Lu Heng saw the two old men lowering their heads in deep thought, as if they were thinking about what he had just said. However, Lu Heng shook his head and smiled.
The two people in front of me are people who have gone through countless storms and survived, and they must have a clear understanding of the things in the world. My own words of comfort may seem a bit pale.
Zhang Wenshan and Duke Ning Yuan lowered their heads and pondered for a moment. Then, Zhang Wenshan raised his head and whispered softly: "There are mountains and rivers, and there is no way out, but there is a village with dark willows and bright flowers? Where is this proverb? Why haven't I heard of it?"
Lu Heng, who was drinking, was stunned for a moment when he heard Zhang Wenshan's words, and asked with a smile: "Uh, Mr. Zhang hasn't heard of it?"
Zhang Wenshan shook his head, and then asked Prince Ning on the side: "Mr. Ning Yuan, have you ever heard this saying?"
Prince Ning stroked his beard and shook his head with a smile: "I have never heard of such a saying! Haha! However, I am curious. If all the sayings in the world are as profound and meaningful as these two sentences, how can they be elegant and vulgar?
difference?"
Zhang Wenshan stroked his beard seriously, looked at Lu Heng, and said with a meaningful smile in his eyes: "That's right, where did Que Yongzheng hear this saying?"
Lu Heng watched the two old men carefully considering this verse, which he said on a whim. He looked at the two men strangely, then shook his head and faltered: "Well, maybe I remembered it wrong.
I forgot too!"
Seeing Lu Heng pretending to be confused before the battle, Ning Yuangong glared at him angrily, shook his head and cursed with a smile: "You kid, you are so dishonest!"
Zhang Wenshan stroked his beard, looked at Lu Heng with a smile, and tried to ask: "I don't know, is Eternity a fragment of a sentence by chance, or is it a poem in your heart?"
Lu Heng put down his wine glass, spread his hands, and said sincerely: "Haha, I got a few sentences!"
Prince Ning and Zhang Wenshan looked at each other, smiled and shook their heads.
Prince Ning smiled and scolded Lu Heng: "You kid, hehe, hey!"
Zhang Wenshan still had no intention of letting Lu Heng go. After putting down his wine glass, the old man looked at Lu Heng with a smile and said with a smile: "It's okay. If Yong Zheng has something good to say, he might as well show his hand. It's okay to let him go."
How about we two old men meet each other?"
Prince Ning glanced at Zhang Wenshan with the scheming eyes of an old guy like you. But there was a smile on his face.
Lu Heng coughed, spread his hands, and looked at the two old guys with a wry smile on his face.
However, in the end, Lu Heng still couldn't match the gazes of the two old men. He lowered his shoulders in frustration and said with a wry smile on his face: "Okay!"
Originally I wanted to refuse. However, when I saw the expectant and eager eyes of the two old men who were over 60 years old, I saw their gray hair fluttering in the breeze of the Qinhuai River. There were still years on their faces.
The deep marks left on his body made Lu Heng feel slightly sad. He couldn't bear to deny the old man's wish, so he nodded in agreement.
"Really?" Prince Ning's eyes lit up and he asked in surprise.
"Uh, well, I guess so! Give it a try!" Lu Heng hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and admitted shamelessly.
Immediately, Prince Ning asked his men to take pens, inks, paper and inkstones and spread them on the stone table in the center of the pavilion. Two old men stood next to Lu Heng, one on the left and one on the right, looking at Lu Heng and then at the fine things on the table.
Rice paper, eyes full of expectation.
Lovely old man!
Lu Heng smiled, holding the brush in his hand, and tapped it gently in the polished inkstone.
He lifted up his sleeves and thought for a moment. The soft tip of his pen landed steadily on the paper as white as snow.
Yong Yu Le
Zhang Wenshan, who was beside him, whispered these three words, pondered for a moment, touched his beard, nodded and praised: "Good words!"
Prince Ning nodded with deep sympathy. The regular and spiritual regular script is indeed pleasing to the eye.
Lu Heng smiled and moved the pen steadily on the paper.
Jiangbei Yanyu Pavilion nostalgic for the past
Under the regular script, after the title of the word appeared, Zhang Wenshan and Prince Ning looked at each other, and the expressions in their eyes became even brighter. The two hurriedly turned their attention to the elegant words that gradually appeared under the wandering pen.
"Throughout the ages, there is no hero to be found, but Sun Zhong is looking for a place."
The first sentence started with a heavy emphasis on history. On the side, Zhang Wenshan followed the pen and read it out in a deep voice.
Lu Heng's face was calm and his eyes were indifferent. The pen in his hand carried an indescribable charm. Like a dragon swimming in the wind, he drew powerful handwritings one after another.
"On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind.
The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived.
I remember back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger."
As the poem gradually appeared, the eyes of the two old men became a little empty. Prince Ning stood there with an unspeakable look on his face, gently reciting the deep handwriting on the paper, feeling the
The lyrics carry memories of the turbulent years in the past. The cold and stern eyes seem a bit empty.
In his hazy vision, his thoughts were a little wandering. Everything from that year seemed to appear before his eyes again with this poem.
A warrior with a golden sword and an iron horse, his anger can swallow up thousands of miles like a tiger.
Haha, the young prince who once led the troops to fight against the Turks is now very old.
Prince Ning's heart was filled with sadness.
The poem has been completed, although it only contains a few sentences, but once you taste it, people can’t help but sigh.
At this time, Lu Heng's pen stopped for a moment and he quietly looked at the song "Yong Yu Le" on the rice paper. He smiled lightly and dipped the brush into ink again.
The soft tip of the pen fell on the paper and wrote the remaining lines.
"Yuan Qi hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north.
In the eleventh year, I still remember the beacon fire on Yanyun Road.
It’s worth looking back to see that under the Buddha’s Temple, there is a sacred crow drum.”
When the leaked handwriting arrived here, Prince Ning's falcon-like eyes had already become messy. The vicissitudes of his face carried memories of the past that were hard to let go.
Crystal tears sparkled in his eyes. He opened his lips lightly and kept reciting these words.
Beside him, Zhang Wenshan raised his head, looked at his old friend's disappointed look, and sighed softly. He stretched out his hand and pressed Prince Ning's shoulder without saying anything.
Lu Heng looked back and saw the two old men with white beards and hair, sighing in his heart. They had experienced great things, but because of some stories, they fell from high places. Now, they live in the south of the Yangtze River and are idle at home. But they still can't let go of the past.
Time passes. But I wonder if anyone can remember them.
With a slight sigh, he scratched the pen on the paper and finally took it back.
"Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still eat?" Prince Ning looked at the last line of words with hazy eyes, smiling through tears, and recited softly: "Lian Po is old, can he still eat?