"If it's within my ability, I'll naturally be happy to serve Miss Fu." Bai Cangdong said while thinking to himself: "If it's beyond my ability, my brother is not a face-saving person, and I will definitely not disrespect you."
To Bai Candong's surprise, Fu Yushan took out a scroll from a box in the car. When he opened it, he saw that it was a painting.
Fu Yushan smiled and said to Bai Cangdong: "The little girl is not talented. She painted a picture. Originally she wanted to accompany it with a poem, but after the painting was completed, she could not think of a good poem. I wonder if I can invite Mr. Bai.
Can you help me write a poem for this painting?"
Bai Candong was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that what Fu Yushan asked him to do would be this. He couldn't help but look at the painting carefully.
What was painted in the painting was a flower. The flower was so delicate and red in color that it was very beautiful. Bai Cangdong didn't know what kind of flower it was, but he thought the painting was very good and it had a vivid flavor on the paper.
The whole painting takes this flower as the center and theme, and behind this flower, you can vaguely see the fine snow in the background and many various flowers that have withered and decayed in the snow.
"This painting by Miss Fu seems to be quite old?" Bai Cangdong looked at Fu Yushan and said.
When he was on Earth, he liked to collect antiques, and calligraphy and painting were naturally among them. Although the materials of calligraphy and painting in the Holy World were different from those on Earth in all aspects, Bai Candong could still tell that this painting was definitely an ancient painting.
, after a brief look, it should be thousands of years old. Fu Yushan said it was painted by her, but Bai Candong didn't really believe it.
"It was painted by the little girl when she was young, which made Mr. Bai laugh." Fu Yushan said as if he was a little embarrassed.
Bai Cangdong thought to himself: "This painting must be more than a thousand years old at least. Judging from your appearance, you are only twenty years old. You just think you have good looks. Now you are one or two hundred years old, and you will definitely not be able to paint this painting."
Come."
However, Bai Candong didn't give a damn, he just thought that Fu Yushan pretended that the painting was painted by her in order to show off in front of him.
"Master Bai, can you write a poem for my painting?" Fu Yushan asked again.
"This has to let me think about it and see if I can come up with a suitable poem." Bai Cangdong muttered.
"With Mr. Bai's literary talent, this shouldn't be a difficult task, right?" Fu Yushan looked at Bai Candong and said.
"Poems are supposed to come to you by chance. If you force yourself to write them, I'm afraid you will miss Miss Fu's wonderful painting." Bai Candong shook his head and said.
"Wonderful hand?" Fu Yushan chewed on the meaning of these four words. After a while, he looked at Bai Cangdong with great appreciation and said: "Master Bai is really amazing in literary talent. Just because of the four words "wonderful hand", I
Then we can be sure that Mr. Bai will be able to write a poem that matches this painting."
Bai Cangdong suddenly smiled bitterly to himself, but since the beauties had already complimented him so much, he had to think about it seriously and decided to write a song to avoid disappointing the beauties.
Ancient Chinese poems about flower scenes can be said to be the largest category, and there are naturally many of them that have been passed down through the ages. However, after Bai Cangdong looked at them for a while, he couldn't think of anything that could exactly match this painting.
"This painting is interesting!" Bai Candong looked at the beautiful flowers in the painting. Just looking at this flower, there are many poems suitable for it.
But behind this flower, there is a sad scene of withered flowers and ice and snow. If you just praise this flower, it seems to be inappropriate for the background.
In fact, Bai Cangdong still thought of some suitable ones, but they seemed a bit too cruel and not suitable for writing poems for beautiful women.
"Did Young Master Bai think of something?" Fu Yushan seemed to have read through Bai Candong's thoughts and asked softly.
"I thought of two sentences that are suitable for this painting, but there are only two sentences. I can't think of more, and I don't know if Miss Fu will like it." Bai Cangdong said thoughtfully.
"As Mr. Bai said, poems should be picked up by chance. If Bai Cangdong can think of two sentences, they must be good ones. How about listening to it with the little girl?" Fu Yushan said.
"That's fine." Bai Cangdong glanced at the painting and said bravely: "I only thought of these two sentences. If Miss Fu thinks it's not okay, I can only ask Miss Fu to forgive me for my lack of talent and shallow knowledge."
After saying that, Bai Cangdong took the pen and paper next to him and wrote two sentences on it: "I won't bloom when the flowers bloom, and they will kill me after they bloom."
The reason why Bai Cangdong was hesitant was because these two sentences were too violent and not suitable for a beauty. Moreover, these two sentences had two origins. They were not originally together, but were just pieced together.
Just after looking at this painting, Bai Cangdong felt that these two sentences were very suitable. He could not think of anything more suitable than these two sentences, so he wrote them down.
"I won't bloom when the flowers bloom, but they will kill me after they bloom." Fu Yushan muttered softly, his eyes gradually brightening.
After reading it several times, Fu Yushan showed a look of surprise on his face, looked at Bai Cangdong with bright eyes and said: "Master Bai, I really like these two sentences. It doesn't matter if there are only two sentences. Can you please Bai Cangdong?"
Sir, will you give me these two sentences and help me inscribe them on the painting?"
"You can do anything you want." Bai Cangdong didn't refuse.
His handwriting is not bad. He worked hard when he was on Earth. Later, he came to the Holy World and understood the secrets of the great ways of heaven and earth. The handwriting he writes now is no worse than that of the literary masters on Earth.
Bai Candong put two sentences on the blank of the painting. Fu Yushan looked at it again and again with great joy, and finally put it away with great care.
Bai Cangdong originally thought that he met such a beautiful woman by coincidence, and the beauty happened to be from Oracle City. He really didn't believe there were so many coincidences, and thought that Fu Yushan must have some agenda.
But Fu Yushan only asked him to write a few words about the painting, and then he made no more unusual requests. He chatted with Bai Candong along the way, and they were very happy.
In this way, Bai Cangdong walked all the way to the outside of Oracle City, and Fu Yushan said goodbye to him Yiyi, and agreed to see him again in the city if there was a chance in the future.
After Fu Yushan left, Uncle Fu said to Bai Candong: "Master, this Fu Yushan is not simple."
"It's certainly not easy to ride in such a beast carriage," Bai Candong said.
"More than that, Master, don't you feel something is wrong?" Uncle Fu said solemnly.
"I feel like something is wrong, but I can't tell what is wrong." Bai Cangdong muttered.
Uncle Fu said in a deep voice: "Oracle City is located at the forefront. There will definitely be many monsters or demons wandering along this road, but we didn't see even a single monster or demon on the way. The ones in front of us
It’s just a road, but when we entered within a thousand miles of Oracle City, we still didn’t see anyone, don’t you think it’s strange?”