An honest, arrogant and arrogant government official? Luo Yu couldn't help but laugh. There are a few clean-assed officials nowadays, especially people like Dad Xia who are close to the peak of power. You have to know that in today's society, he also wants to be an official.
He is honest, but the surrounding environment does not allow him to do so.
If you don't accept the so-called benefits from others, they will collude with another group of people to remove you from power. Therefore, in order to maintain their positions, officials have no choice but to tell the story.
Political struggle is cruel, it can even be said that it is like eating people without spitting out their bones. Luo Yu can only sigh for these people. They scheming all day long and don't know if they are tired.
Dad Xia should be the kind of person who can only find the peace in his heart through landscapes, calligraphy and paintings.
When I walked to the door of the study, the wooden door was ajar. Through the crack in the door, I could see a fat body writing crazily at the desk, leaving a piece of wild grass on the white rice paper.
"The momentum is still a bit strong." Luo Yu curled his lips, "But it is less domineering than the old man. He has not completely let go. It is obvious that he is still a little hesitant." Luo Yu thought of his grandfather,
The tough commander who suppressed the bandits in Shanxi back then was born with a hard-blooded soldier. Compared with today's educated people, he really feels a little different.
After knocking lightly on the ajar door three times, Luo Yu opened the wooden door after hearing the sound of "come in" coming from inside.
The study room is very large, but a table takes up two-thirds of the space. The air is filled with the faint fragrance of high-quality ink. The four treasures of the study are placed on the table, all arranged neatly according to the owner's usual style.
There were also some unframed wild grass hanging on the walls. Luo Yu glanced at it and saw "Mr. Nanshan" written in the lower right corner. It seemed that Xia's father had given himself a nickname.
After finishing the rough writing, Xia's father placed the pen on the inkstone and raised his eyes to look at Luo Yu.
"Hello, uncle." Luo Yu looked like a polite and well-educated contemporary young man today.
Dad Xia nodded with satisfaction: "Xiao Luo, let's take a look at the Tang Yin's Peach Blossom Anthem song I just wrote."
There is a Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and there is a Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple; the Peach Blossom Fairy grows peach trees and picks peach blossoms in exchange for wine money.
When you are sober, you just sit among the flowers; when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers; when you are half awake and half drunk, day after day, the flowers bloom and fall year after year.
I hope that I will die in old age while spending time with wine, and I don’t want to bow in front of carriages and horses. Those who are rich in carriages and horses are happy, and those who are poor in wine-cups and branches are destined to be poor.
If you compare the poor and the lowly to the poor, one will be on the ground and the other will be in the sky; if you compare the poor and the lowly to a chariot and a horse, he will have to drive and I will have nothing to do.
Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at others because they cannot see through it; there are no tombs of the heroes of the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers, no wine, and hoeing in the fields.
"Song of Peach Blossom Temple", an impromptu song composed by Tang Bohu while drinking in Peach Blossom Temple, is vividly written on the paper. The font is strong and powerful, but it sometimes looks like a bohemian. Luo Yu touches his chin and says "good" continuously.
Since it has been written, it is naturally good. Dad Xia looked at Luo Yu and originally thought he would say something else, but the result disappointed him. After Luo Yu said a few words, there was nothing more to say, and he stared blankly at this wild sketch.
Trance.
"It turns out I don't understand." As a rigorous scholar, naturally the most despised thing is pretending to understand without understanding. Luo Yu's original first impression of being polite suddenly dropped.
"Xiao Luo, how long have you and my Beibei known each other?" Since they are not the same people, and the other party is obviously suspected of deliberately trying to please him and pretending to be an expert, Xia's father felt that it was boring and directly moved the topic aside.
Luo Yu did not move, still looking at the poem with the ink not yet completely dry.
"Why are you reading if you don't understand?" As a literati, Xia's father naturally began to look down on Luo Yu in his heart.
When Xia's father was about to raise his voice a little, Luo Yu suddenly raised his head and took a breath, put his hands behind his back and closed his eyes and chanted: "Last year, today, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. I don't know where the face went, but the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze.
.On the surface, each poem by Tang Bohu gives the impression that he has seen through the bleak world and wants to live in seclusion. But how many people can understand the pain in his heart and the self-mockery in his poems?"
Dad Xia was stunned for a moment after hearing this.
"Uncle Xia, if my guess is correct, you must have had some minor problems in your career recently." Luo Yu smiled faintly, with an unworldly look on his face that only a magician could have.
"You..." A strange look flashed in Xia's father's eyes.
"I'm sorry for asking too much." Luo Yu bowed to Xia's father, "I'm too talkative."
"It's okay, just keep talking." Xia's father's face looked much better than before. Luo Yu glanced at it from the corner of his eyes and didn't seem to be angry because of his abruptness.
"Tang Bohu wrote in "Bohu's Self-Praise": 'Who are you, I ask? You are me. I didn't recognize you, but you wanted to recognize me. Oh! I can't live without you, but you can't live without me.
A hundred years from now, you and I will be together without you.'" Luo Yu secretly admired that his brain was so smart, and he could still remember the things he memorized when he was a child, "Now when we study Tang Bohu, we regard this passage as a folk transmission of Tang Bohu.
A conversation with the real Tang Bohu. The Tang Bohu praised by the people was naturally charming and suave, enjoying all the blessings, but in fact his life was not so satisfactory. At that time, someone saw that he was still holding a folding fan in the cold winter, and asked him why he also fanned in the winter.
Fan, Tang Bohu replied: "This is called no one in the world who doesn't want to be cool." This shows that Tang Bohu still had a lot of dissatisfaction with the society at that time."
"Predecessors said that poetry comes from the heart. I saw that Uncle Xia wrote this poem by Tang Bohu, so I made a random guess and hoped that uncle would not blame me." Luo Yu smiled reservedly, but felt nervous in his heart.
Damn it, if this Uncle Xia's mind was smaller than the eye of a needle, he would be out of the game today.
Fortunately, Xia's father is obviously not a narrow-minded person, otherwise he wouldn't be where he is now. Although we don't know exactly how powerful Xia's father is, we can get a rough idea if we pay attention to the house and floor where the Xia family lives.
The third floor is usually the best floor in a building. In a community where government officials live, not everyone can live on the third floor.
At least it is at the provincial level or above, but Luo Yu is a little strange. Why has he never heard of a cadre who has been promoted or above? At least he should have seen it on TV. Luo Yu made a minor mistake here.
Wrong, his time in front of the screen is very limited, and usually this limited time is used by him to fantasize about actresses like ***.
Since Father Xia is a figure in the officialdom, he has naturally developed the ability to keep his emotions and anger hidden. Just when Luo Yu revealed his feelings, his eyes only changed slightly, and he quickly returned to normal.
"Is there anything else?" Dad Xia suddenly felt that the young man in front of him had become interesting. With his eye for recognizing countless people, he had missed it just now. This actually aroused his interest and he watched with interest.