The characters in the world are just like this, what's there to see?
"I copied this just now. Although the shape is similar, it is not as wonderful as seeing it there." Qin Langjun also looked at it and said, "Because there were so many people watching, some even sat on the ground and copied in a daze, and the temple was stopped for fear of being destroyed.
The writing has been covered with green gauze. With these five words, no one will bother to smear that wall."
When he said this, he sighed with a smile.
"This year's Shengjing Poetry Festival hasn't even started yet, but as soon as this word came out, it ended early," he said.
Is it that good?
Saturday Lang looked at the writing on the desk.
The mountain temple is waiting for the plum blossoms to bloom; the mountain temple is waiting for the plum blossoms to bloom.
He looked at it word by word, and found that the others were ordinary. But when he saw the opening word, he was greatly moved.
His eyes fell on the word "Open", and it seemed as if an iron horse was rushing directly in front of him.
Saturday Lang couldn't help but close his eyes.
His fathers all went to war immediately, but now he is young, and it is a time of peace and prosperity. He can only experience that kind of fighting and iron horse through the descriptions of his elders and on the martial arts field. How does it really feel? I have always yearned for it. I woke up in the middle of the night from a dream, and it seems that I still have more to say.
.
That feeling is quite a bit like seeing this opening word.
He stretched out his hand and couldn't help but rub the opening words gently.
The mountain temple is waiting for the plum blossoms to bloom!
Seeing Liu Lang's actions, Qin Langjun smiled.
"I like the word "wai" better." He said, reaching out his hand and touching it gently with a bit of emotion, "Different people have different feelings when they see these five words. Such simple and straightforward five words
, to be able to write such a flavor, I wonder who can do it.”
"I wonder who it is?" Zhou Lang was surprised, "Don't you literati like to leave your name the most?"
Qin Langjun laughed and shook his head.
"There is no name, and no one has seen who wrote it. Some say it is a retired old official, some say it is a scholar with great ambitions, and some say it is a military general who is waiting to make great achievements." He smiled and said again.
Looking at the words on the paper, "I feel that this person's writing power is not strong enough. It's because he is not strong enough, or it is something else. He has a little bit of femininity."
Saturday Lang watched for another moment.
"There's no need to guess. I didn't write this just to get a name. Now I'm satisfied. It won't be long before people come out on their own," he said.
Qin Langjun nodded and looked at the words on the cases.
There was a moment of silence in the room.
"Oh, it's been nearly ten days. Is your cousin coming back?" Qin Langjun thought of something and asked.
"If love is never returned, it will ruin your good mood!" Zhou Lang immediately lowered his face and said angrily.
Qin Langjun laughed heartily.
As the room grew brighter in the early morning, Daniang got down from the bed, and the nanny girl made no sound. She was stunned for a moment, walked to the window wearing only her socks, and pushed it open with all her strength.
A gust of cold wind blew in snow particles.
"Ah, it's really snowing!" she shouted, "Sister is indeed right!"
The sound of voices woke up the nanny girl outside.
"My wife, I don't dare to blow the wind."
Noisily, he carried Dan Niang away from the window.
At this time, in Cheng Jiaoniang's residence, the maid also opened the curtains and opened the window, only to feel the cold wind blowing on her hands.
"Hey? It's snowing." She looked outside and shouted happily.
Cheng Jiaoniang walked out from behind the screen, walked to the door in a few steps and opened it.
Outside, snow as thin as rice grains was falling.
"Madam, please be careful." The maid hurriedly came over and wrapped her cloak around her.
It was snowing, Cheng Jiaoniang looked outside, and for the first time she felt her heart beat a little.
Was there anything unforgettable when it snowed in the past? Does seeing snow remind her of anything?
Just like when I was writing in the temple that day, my father flashed through my mind. Although I didn't catch anything, it was better than never having any clues.
Cheng Jiaoniang stretched out her hand and remained motionless for a moment, feeling the sudden palpitation in her heart. Unfortunately, it was fleeting, just like snow particles falling on her palm and melting in an instant.
Chen Shao walked into Mrs. Chen's room and saw Cheng Jiaoniang sitting on the side, concentrating on the prescription, while the maid beside her was writing it with a pen.
"Grandpa, it's true, it's snowing." Chen Danniang's voice echoed through the room, "My lady said it will snow in three to five days, and it really does snow!"
Seeing Chen Shao entering the door, Dan Niang happily called her daddy, but the next moment she ignored it and turned to Cheng Jiao Niang.
"Did God tell my sister that it will snow?" she asked.
What are you talking about? It sounds like it has no beginning or end.
Chen Shao was slightly stunned.
This woman said it will snow in three to five days? She has already concluded that? It depends on the weather?
He thought about his father's story about meeting this lady on the road, and it seemed that he had concluded that the rain would stop.
However, at that time, I was only concerned about my father's illness and did not take it to heart. Now I think about it, could it be that this woman has the ability to observe the sky and know the energy?
Just like those people from the Taishi Bureau?
But those people didn't succeed twice out of ten. If they want to observe the sky and know the energy, they must be familiar with astronomy and geography, read thousands of books and travel hundreds of miles. Even so, even if they work hard, they still have talent and wisdom given by God.
Almost demonic.
Just like Zhuge who borrowed the east wind, like a sorcerer who never eats new things, or like Mr. Yuan Taishi who founded the country.
Such a powerful person is rare in the world for hundreds of years.
After greeting his father and sending his daughter away, when Cheng Jiaoniang was leaving, Chen Shao couldn't help but ask questions.
"Madam, who do you study under?" he asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang was silent for a moment.
Sure enough, there must be a master, who knows medical skills and knows how to observe the sky. These are not things that can be born out of thin air.
What is the point of teaching a fool?
Or maybe Cheng Jiaoniang was also cured by that expert?
Seeing Cheng Jiaoniang's silence, Chen Shao's heart was in turmoil.
Yes, that’s right, that must be the case!
Yes, master! Master!
The mystery that had always puzzled Chen Shao was solved, and he was enlightened!
"If I say that I don't remember, would you believe it or not?" Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking up at Chen Shao.
Chen Shao's expression clearly showed that he had figured it out and was convinced of his idea.
He nodded immediately, but was confused.
"How come, you don't remember?" he asked.
"The Taoist temple was once struck by lightning." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "I was struck by lightning, but luckily I survived. When I woke up, I couldn't remember the past, and it wasn't that I couldn't remember it. Some of it was remembered, and some of it was forgotten."
Chen Shao said.
"I see, I understand." He said, already convinced, "But there is no need to worry, madam. It will be fine in the end."
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"Yes, it will be alright," she said.
After bidding farewell to Chen Shao, the master and servant returned to their residence.
The maid held an umbrella and walked with a puzzled look on her face.
"Madam, what do you understand, sir?" she couldn't help but ask.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at the falling snow with a dull expression.
"I don't know about this, as long as he understands," she said.
The maid laughed in astonishment.
"So, actually, there is no need to say anything." Cheng Jiaoniang said, reaching out to catch the falling snow particles.
After this trip, several sisters from the Chen family extended invitations again, but Cheng Jiaoniang declined them all. After all, the sisters still couldn't muster the courage to come to her place for a discussion.
This Mrs. Cheng really doesn't like to talk.
"She only said three words along the way that day. Wrong, it should be three words, Dan Niang, this way, okay." A woman said, waving her fingers.
The women sitting in the room couldn't help laughing.
"So what?" A woman sneered and looked at the smiling people, "You talk a lot, but what's the use? Can you cure your grandfather's disease, or can you make people greet you with respect?"
The women were suddenly embarrassed.
"Eighteen Mother, we don't mean to laugh." The woman who spoke earlier said sarcastically.
"It's fine if I don't," the woman said, "I still can't decide who should laugh at whom."
"Okay, okay, let's go visit my grandfather this afternoon." A woman greeted everyone with a smooth smile.
The women responded one after another, stood up and swayed over together. As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, they saw Cheng Jiaoniang leading the maid in, and everyone hurriedly stopped subconsciously.
"Isn't it the morning treatment?" everyone asked doubtfully.
After much hesitation, I still didn't go in.
Old Mrs. Chen, Chen Shao, his wife and Dan Niang were all there, and they were also surprised by Cheng Jiao Niang's arrival at this time.
"But my father's illness..." This was Chen Shao's first reaction, and he asked nervously.
"It's okay, the old lady won't need acupuncture tomorrow." Cheng Jiaoniang said, sitting upright.
Chen Shao and his wife breathed a sigh of relief.
"Please settle the consultation fee." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "It's time for me to say goodbye." (To be continued)
