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The old man was not walking very hurriedly. He looked very leisurely. He felt that his role as a storyteller was just a side job. Zhengyao and others followed closely behind him, but did not step forward to block the old man's path immediately. After all, they hurriedly stepped forward

, it’s also disrespectful, it’s not too late to go after seeing the situation clearly.

Following all the way, the old man finally stopped at a stationery store selling the Four Treasures of the Study, and then walked into the store. The old man's appearance made the shop assistants greet him, but this move made Zhengyao and others wonder: Could it be that

This old man is a part-time storyteller, but his true identity is the owner of this shop?

Seeing the old man go in, he didn't come out. Zhengyao and others didn't care so much, they just walked in to take a look before talking.

The four treasures of the study are pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and this ink, paper and inkstone are also particular. Initially, the four treasures of the study originated from the Northern and Southern Dynasties. In history, the things referred to by "pen, ink, paper, and inkstone" have changed frequently. In

In the Southern Tang Dynasty, "pen, ink, paper, and inkstone" specifically referred to Zhuge's pen, Li Tinggui's ink from Huizhou, Chengxintang paper, and Longwei inkstone from Wuyuan, Jiangxi. Since the Song Dynasty, "pen, ink, paper, and inkstone" specifically refers to Hu's brush

(Huzhou, Zhejiang Province), Hui ink (Huizhou, Anhui Province), rice paper (Xuanzhou, Anhui Province), Duan Inkstone (Zhaoqing, Guangdong Province, known as Duanzhou in ancient times).

As soon as the four people entered, they smelled a strong aroma of books. When they looked up, they saw that there were some fine brushes inside, and the paper was white and bright. The various types of Yantai were dazzling to see, but the smell of ink

It also has a slight fragrance, which is soothing to the heart.

Zhang Cheng was overjoyed with these, so he immediately stepped forward to find a clerk and said, "Brother, I want the same set of four treasures of the study here. Please help me find one."

It seemed that Zhang Cheng had forgotten the purpose of coming here and happily started shopping.

But there is nothing wrong with this. This is the best thing for people who study. Now that he is here, he is not in a hurry, and simply starts to look around.

The store has a dazzling array of various types of writing brushes and papers, which dazzles everyone. But in addition to these, there are naturally some folding fans that most talented people have.

I saw Zhengyao walking around, not very interested in pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Instead, he saw a special section selling folding fans, which made him interested. After all, he usually saw Liu Yan and Zhang Cheng looking old

He was holding a fan and waving it back and forth in front of him, or something like that. He was so awesome that he was only jealous. If he had a decent fan, he could show off his power in front of them. That would be so much fun.

?

So Zhengyao came to the folding fan area alone and enjoyed it for his own entertainment.

There are quite a few types of fans, some are foldable, some are not foldable, some are round, and some are in the shape of banana leaves. Every time I hold it in my hand, I feel quite comfortable, but I always feel that something is missing. After turning it around in a circle

After that, Zhengyao picked up and put down at least twenty folding fans, but he really couldn't tell which one was better.

"Hey, that one..."

Suddenly Zhengyao raised his head and found an open folding fan hanging at the top. It was dark green in color and the surrounding brackets seemed to be made of green jade. It was very environmentally friendly to the eyes. It had peach blossoms and seemed to have a faint fragrance.

You can see that there seems to be a poem mentioned above.

Zhengyao immediately called the waiter over: "Brother, I don't know about this folding fan..."

"Master, I'm so sorry! That fan is a special item of our store. If you want to buy it, you must get the approval of the shopkeeper. I can't do this." Before Zhengyao could finish his words, the waiter immediately interrupted.

said.

"Oh? There is such a rule for this fan? Then I have to take a closer look. In this case, you take it off first. After I take a look, if you like it, I will buy it no matter how much it costs. If you are not interested, just don't buy it. At most, I will buy it.

Just pay Dian Guan to fan the fan, and you will be rewarded."

Zhengyao shamelessly said, "With his impeccable tongue, even the dead can speak. Are you afraid that you won't take it off?"

Sure enough, the waiter saw that Zhengyao looked very sincere, and he couldn't do much evasion. After all, the shopkeeper never said he wouldn't sell, but he only needed the shopkeeper's consent to sell. What's more, even if you don't buy, you can get an extra "View"

Fan fee", why not do this?

So in order not to offend the guests and to get a little tip, the waiter followed Zhengyao's instructions and took down the folding fan. However, at the same time, he did not forget to inform the other waiter next to him and signal him to notify the shopkeeper.

""Night Wounds"

sleepless nights,

The weather is cold.

The residual wind from the rolling curtain comes into the window,

A few hints of coolness.

deep in loneliness,

I haven't seen my beloved complaining about her.

dark spots,

Melancholy is familiar."

Taking the folding fan, Zhengyao finally saw the words on it clearly and recited them word for word with great emotion.

"Good words, good words! In the silent night, alone, sighing in the cool breeze, recalling the beautiful woman in my dream, it is very touching. The last sentence, 'Black shadow spots, melancholy is familiar' is the gist of the poem, and the longing is just a bend.

The mottled shadows and melancholy suddenly spread, but there were no words to answer. Yes, yes, it is really a touching and sad song, which expresses the loneliness of the night and also expresses the voice of people."

Seeing Zhengyao taking action, Zhang Cheng and others immediately came over, but when they heard Zhengyao talking, Zhang Cheng was immediately moved.

"Well, there is a deep sense of melancholy in the lyrics of this song. I think the lyricist must miss a certain sweetheart very much, so he wrote the lyrics from the bottom of his heart. But in my opinion, this song is just

There should be a lower part of the upper half."

Liu Yan shook the folding fan in his hand, and with his poetic talent and understanding of emotions (after all, he also missed his fiancée who was married to his fingertips in the distance), he said something meaningful.

"Haha, not bad! This young master is really smart!"

At this time, a person suddenly walked out of the inner hall, and this person was none other than the old storyteller who Zhengyao and others had followed all the way.

The old man came with a smile and continued: "I, Wei Qinli, am the shopkeeper of our store. I have met several young masters."

Wei Qinli is very polite, which goes well with his name. Moreover, when he speaks, he also seems to have the air of a scholar. It is expected that this Wei Qinli is not an ordinary person.

"Haha, it turns out to be shopkeeper Wei! I'm so rude and disrespectful!" Liu Yan immediately returned the greeting, but Zhengyao on the side did not react at all, his eyes still resting on the peach blossom folding fan.

"Hey, Zhengyao, what are you looking at? You're so fascinated!" Yuan Haiyun didn't understand that Zhengyao, who was always polite, didn't say a word when the shopkeeper came. It was a bit unusual.

After being surprised by Yuan Haiyun, Zhengyao finally came to his senses. He looked up and saw that it was the old storyteller. He immediately stepped forward and said, "This peach blossom fan of yours is really not an ordinary folding fan. I don't know why."

How can I buy it?"

It seems that Zhengyao has fallen in love with this fan. Not only is the fan itself beautiful, but the words and sentences inside the fan seem to be written by himself, so he now wants to buy it.

The old man shifted his gaze to Zhengyao, who was dressed in white. He was startled for a moment, and then the suspicious expression on his face flashed across his face. Then he smiled slightly and said: "The name of this fan is 'Qingluo Liuying'. The young master wants to buy this fan."

A folding fan is not necessary, but this peach blossom fan is different from other things, and I don’t dare to sell it without permission.”

"Oh? Is there such a thing? Then the old gentleman, tell me how to do it differently." Although Zhengyao understood that this folding fan was very special, he couldn't understand it because he wouldn't sell it easily after hanging it up.

Of course, Liu Yan and others were also confused. Before, the guy said that he would sell only after the shopkeeper agreed, but now that the shopkeeper has come out, he still won't sell easily.

Why show it off?

"Haha, don't worry, in fact, this peach blossom fan was entrusted here by a young lady. She said that if someone can complete this word and match its artistic conception, then this folding fan will be given to this person without taking any money. And if

If no one can complete it, even if there is ten thousand taels of gold, I will definitely not sell it!" Wei Qinli said, it seems that he was also entrusted by someone, and he was very helpless, thinking about the reason why the peach blossom fan is still on display now.

Here, it’s not that no one likes it, but that no one can complete the poem.

After listening to Wei Qinli's words, Zhengyao finally understood: It was probably that one of the ladies was bored and wanted to find a confidant, so he came up with the idea of ​​selling fans.

However, Zhengyao did not return the folding fan to Wei Qinli, but once again focused his eyes on the folding fan, as if he wanted to see the poem clearly and then complete it.

When Liu Yan saw this, he couldn't help but smile awkwardly: "To be honest, the talent of the person who wrote the lyrics is definitely beyond the comparison of ordinary talents. Liu Yan is also very ashamed and cannot fully integrate into the situation and complete it."

On the side, although Zhang Cheng has a quick poetic talent, what he is good at are heroic poems about family and country affairs and heroic romance. Now he is asked to write a sentimental and sad poem, a talented man who doesn't even have a crush.

Poetry is really difficult for him, but as for Yuan Haiyun, it can be completely ignored.

In this way, Liu Yan and the other two people all had some troubles on their faces, but at this moment Zhengyao fell into deep thought again.

"Haha. What, does this young master want to give it a try?" Wei Qinli looked at Zhengyao's entranced look and said with interest.

However, Wei Qinli's words did not seem to reach Zhengyao's ears. Zhengyao was still looking at the content on the folding fan quietly and did not say a word for a long time.

"Zhengyao, Zhengyao..."

Yuan Haiyun thought that Zhengyao was possessed by evil spirits, so he touched Zhengyao lightly and said, but he saw that Zhengyao still ignored him and was completely selfless.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder what happened to Zhengyao. However, just when Liu Yan wanted to wake up Zhengyao, they saw Zhengyao suddenly picked up the folding fan, walked to the counter, snatched the brush from the waiter's hand, and unexpectedly

Start painting on it!

"No-"

As soon as Wei Qinli saw clearly what Zhengyao wanted to do, he immediately tried to stop it, but it was too late. He saw that Zhengyao had already written the word "month" in the next blank space.

"It's over, it's over! What should we do now!" Wei Qinli made a distressed and unhappy expression, and slapped his thigh violently. He never expected that Zheng Yao would do this.

.

"It's a done deal, it's too late. Why don't we just take a look at what the third brother wrote. If the writing is unsatisfactory and the folding fan is ruined, we are willing to make any compensation!" Zhang Cheng comforted and shouted with a pout.

Perhaps Wei Qinli can only do this now.

Wei Qinli could only nod helplessly. However, he was still curious about what Zhengyao would write, so he suppressed the anxiety and dissatisfaction in his heart and came over.

"The moonlight shines brightly,

Photo bed citron.

The dust and smoke of the past disappear with the clouds,

It's hard to put it all in one word.

Sorrow comes,

We haven't known each other for a long time.

The joy is gone,

Thinkers are single.”

But at this moment, Zhengyao was writing with unusual calmness and calmness. He was writing vigorously and in one go as if Li Du was alive. After several strokes, the remaining part of the folding fan was filled up.
Chapter completed!