Chapter 22: Fighting for love, once everyone is jealous
"If you want to go, I can insert someone into the Liangshan Poetry Society. []" Old Man Gongsun said with a genuine smile. This is a huge amount of affection. An ordinary talented person would have to spend a lot of thought just to beg his seniors for support.
He could hear the hint of support in old man Gongsun's tone, and he was very grateful. However, he could not remain silent any longer, so he could only shrug.
"I can barely teach children how to read, but I can't recite poems and compose lyrics, but kids can't get on the stage. Things like 'Poetry Clubs' are just games for talented people, but they are just for me. When I have free time, I'd better study and do it.
The cooking skills and getting those two jars of old wine are what matter."
Mr. Zhou disagreed, "Going to a poetry meeting does not necessarily mean you are going to write poetry. Young people, it is not a bad thing to go and experience it. Besides, there are many criticisms against you, and you need to clear your name."
Mr. Zhou knew that Su San had some poetic talents, but he thought that he did not dare to go, so he asked him to go and experience it. Young people always want to make progress. If a knowledgeable young man can help him, his face will be better.
There is also light in the world. As for those criticisms, during the period of his relationship with Su San, he also found out that Su San was not as bad as the rumors. Who doesn't cherish his reputation? Wouldn't it be better if he had the opportunity to clear his name?
After hearing what Mr. Zhou said, he just smiled and thought to himself that it would not be nice to be too late. It would be better to be cruel and shock them so that the two elders would never mention this matter again, so he did not
Speaking in an unhurried manner.
"I would rather be sick and drunk every day in front of the flowers, and not stop thinking about the beautiful face in the mirror." I don't want to think about those things.
When I return, I just start to rest. The moon is bright and people are leaning against the building. ''The cutting continues and the reasoning is still chaotic, it is the sorrow of divorce. There is no ordinary feeling in my heart. ''Tears ask the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers fly across the swing. ''The laughter gradually disappears.
Gradually, I am sentimental but annoyed by love, and so on. I go my own way and become a lonely person between heaven and earth. I don’t want anyone to praise me for my good looks. I only leave my pure energy to fill the universe. As for those talented people, the so-called "Wuling sleep for ten years"
The dream of winning the fame of a brothel is not suitable for a boy. "The desire is to struggle for spring, and all the beauties will be jealous. It will turn into mud and grind into dust, but only the fragrance will remain the same." Others want to let a hundred flowers bloom, then
It's other people's business. As for my bad reputation, let's leave it to future generations to judge. Go your own way and let others talk about it. If you think about it, what does it matter? 'If you don't tire of the green mountains, how long will the flowing water be?'
, we must understand the true meaning of life, but it can only be found in this seemingly ordinary landscape."
He smiled at the two old men with their mouths wide open. In his previous life, he often quietly pushed up the trump cards in his hand, and often received unexpected gains. Today, he was beaten by the second man.
Intrigued by the old man's kindness, he had no choice but to use these poems to fill in the numbers, expressing his intention that he did not need to experience poetry. In the end, the effect was achieved.
Mr. Zhou pointed at him and said, "You, you, are simply too..."
He quickly stood up and smiled, "I'd better go catch my fish..."
As he wandered to the lake to fish, old man Gongsun smiled bitterly and said, "He has listened to the hard work we put in, but he doesn't appreciate it."
Mr. Zhou said angrily, "This kid is too naughty and doesn't care about anything. It would be a pity to waste his talent by continuing to compete like this."
"Hey, I thought he should have some talent, but what he said just now is more than just some talent that can be attributed. Although the poems he recited casually are not complete poems, they are just intermittent ones and twos.
There are many sentences, but they all reveal a wonderful meaning. If you keep cutting them, the reasoning will still be chaotic, it is a sorrow of separation; you are sentimental but you are annoyed by love... Tsk, which sentence is it? It is not a wonderful sentence, but he is like this
You’re just talking nonsense, why don’t you bother to write love poems? I can write love poems better than anyone else..."
The sentences in these poems are all excellent. After the baptism of time, they can still be passed down in previous lives. Of course, they are fine works that can withstand the test of time.
Old man Gongsun had never heard of it, so he naturally mistakenly thought that it was Su San himself who made it in his spare time. Or it might be a good sentence that he came across occasionally, or it was a sentence that was not completed. No matter what, it was impossible for Su San to copy it.
Other people's poems, so it shows Su San's talent.
"However, he says, 'You never tire of the green hills, and the pleasures of flowing water are endless.' Ah! He is willing to show his talent in front of us, not just to lock our mouths and not want us to help him with his ideas. Humph, I don't believe it, he is so old
Qing Qing can really calm down and think like our old man... Don't let me see the opportunity, otherwise I won't let him live in such peace, and I will have to disturb him."
Mr. Zhou said angrily, but Mr. Gongsun shook his head and said, "If this is his nature, it's better not to force him."
"Sheng Lao's words are wrong. He only has talent and learning, and cannot serve the country. Why should I hate him for so long? He may not really have that temperament. In short, I can save this matter."
Gongsun Sheng didn't say much else, and asked the waiter to bring him pen and ink. The two old men repeated the poems that Su San had casually said one by one.
The two of them are quite accomplished in poetry, so they will most likely be impressed by novel sentences. What's more, the sentences Su San said are excellent. They only listened to them once, but they left a deep impression on people. The two of them proved it again and again.
, those sentences appeared one by one.
"'I have slept in Wuling for ten years, and won the lucky reputation of a brothel.' I don't know whether this is about someone else? Or about himself. The rumors seem to say that he made the brothel his home, right? But why, at that time, he
No decent poems have been published?"
"'The spirit strives for spring, and all the flowers are jealous. It turns into mud and grinds into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.' This half-hearted 'divination operator' also has some artistic conception, but this sentence is indifferent and lonely.
It can tell about his state of mind at this time. Could it be that at the wedding banquet, the bride ran away from the wedding, which was a huge blow to him, so he felt world-weary?"
Such comments, the two old men, you guess, I guess, in the end they tended to think that he was thrown into a state of mind after being hit by that plate... I don't know, when he was fishing, he heard something like this
After talking about it, how will you laugh? I'm afraid the ancients wouldn't believe it if you seriously talk about time travel and rebirth. They would rather believe in stories like being possessed by gods and ghosts and Qu Xing descending to earth. Therefore, even if they hear such things
I'm afraid he can only laugh it off.
Besides, Yu'er walked into Li's house holding fried fish nuggets. She had already been taken in by Lu'er who was guarding in front of the house.
After the young master said he didn't need to be so cautious, she brought more fried fish nuggets. In fact, even if she brought a small amount before, it must be because of Yu'er and Lu'er. The young mistress is very good to the two girls.
, I would rather not eat or eat less myself, but also give a little bit to both of them.
It's just that it's very good, but it can't be treated as a little finger of hers. As long as she wants to eat, she will treat it as food. It's just a matter of whether she is willing or not. She won't have to wait for the master's reward.
Only then.
With just this benefit, Yu'er turned the young master into an excellent person.
Entering the house, the young lady was doing embroidery in her boudoir. The Li family had an embroidery shop in Wuling City, which specialized in embroidery. It was an excellent business every year.
When Li Yue'er came of age, Mr. Li handed over this embroidery village to her to take care of. The daily pocket money and the money from servants in her house all ended up in this embroidery village. After she got married, this embroidery village
Zhuang also gave her a dowry.
This is a way for merchants to train their children to do business, and Li Yue'er is also very smart. When it comes to business methods, she is really a bit as cunning as Mr. Li. It's a pity that she is not a man, otherwise Mr. Li would be afraid
Li Yue'er must be put to good use like his son Li Shouyi.
Li Yue'er became proud of the embroidery shop, so she put a lot of effort into recruiting some embroidery experts, and actually opened a branch in the capital. Although she herself had never been to the capital, she still managed the business in the capital smoothly.
rise.
If such a woman could match the original Su San, it would be a miracle.