God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 165 Tea

Xu Jingxing just pondered for a while, then made up his mind, and started to make up his mind with a smile.

The leader he took up was very brief, with only one word, "tea".

Cheng Lin was dumbfounded when she heard that, thinking that Xu Jingxing didn't understand the rules, and said quickly: "Fool, you have to start with the first sentence, if you can't do it, you have to give the full title of the poem."

Xu Jingxing nodded with a smile, but didn't speak, just looked at old man Cheng with a smile.

The old man Cheng was also a little dazed, clutching the brush and frowning, obviously thinking hard. After a while, he suddenly slapped his thigh, "I remembered, this is Yuan Zhen's poem, from one to seven characters, and the name of the poem is this word , the first sentence is also the word."

Hearing what old man Cheng said, Xu Jingxing smiled slightly and praised: "You are really knowledgeable."

"Hey, you kid, don't bury me. I know there is such a poem, but I just memorized the title and the first two lines. I really can't remember the last few lines," Old Man Cheng shook his head with a wry smile. Shaking his head, he said to his little granddaughter: "Yingying, go over there and bring the "Complete Book of Poetry of the Tang Dynasty"," sighing as she said, "I'm ashamed today, I have to copy it from a book, alas."

Seeing this, Xu Jingxing was secretly complacent, and thought: I won't let you suffer, I really think that a student who hasn't graduated from high school like me is a soft persimmon.

However, he complimented him: "It's because this poem is too biased. It's great that you can remember such a poem."

"Haha, you don't have to be obedient. I'm not that narrow-minded. I know what I know, and I don't know what I don't know. If I don't remember, I don't remember. There's nothing to hide." Old man Cheng smiled heartily, and then asked: "How about you, can you memorize it?" ?”

"of course can."

"Oh, try it. You memorize it, and I'll write it." Old man Cheng didn't want "Tang Poetry Encyclopedia" any more, and asked Xu Jingxing to memorize it, obviously to see if Xu Jingxing could really memorize it.Knowing this poem and being able to memorize this poem are two completely different realms.

If you know a little more about ancient poems, you have a high probability of knowing this poem, but if you can easily memorize this poem, it can only show that the other party's recitation of ancient poems is amazing.

Naturally, Xu Jingxing was not afraid, adjusted his breathing a little, spoke in a rustic way, and recited softly: "Tea.

Fragrant leaves, buds.

Mu Shike, love monk home.

Grinding carved white jade, weaving red yarn.

Chrysanthemum fry yellow core color, the bowl turns to dust flowers.

Invited to accompany Mingyue after night, and face the sunrise alone before morning.

Washing away the ancient and modern people tirelessly, will know how to boast after being drunk. "

His voice is gentle and clear, with a bit of magnetism in the freshness, like a cup of Biluochun that has just been brewed, it sounds very good, and following his voice, it seems that you have already tasted the taste of endless sweetness.

He was reciting here, while old man Cheng was splashing ink on the other side, and the pen was like a snake.Cheng Lin and her little cousin looked at him in surprise and joy, as if they had discovered some treasure, their eyes were shining.

Especially Cheng Lin, she never expected Xu Jingxing's voice to be so pleasant, especially when reciting ancient poems, the rhythm and charm are simply intoxicating.Coupled with that modest outfit and focused and gentle expression, in her eyes Xu Jingxing was simply the incarnation of those romantic and talented men in history. When she looked at it, her heart almost melted.

Xu Jingxing didn't know how Cheng Lin felt. After he finished reciting, Old Cheng also finished writing.

He leaned over to look at it for a moment, and couldn't help but praise: "Good words!"

Old man Cheng was also quite proud, but he also turned it over and praised: "The main reason is that your poems are well selected and read well. Listening to your voice, the feeling comes. When you write it, it is natural and full of charm. , if I were asked to write according to "Tang Poetry Encyclopedia", I would definitely not be able to write this feeling."

"Your old lady is very modest. Among other things, just writing a few words in regular script can be worth a thousand gold." Who wouldn't say compliments?These days when Xu Jingxing set up a street stall, he didn't learn any other skills, but he learned to speak nicely and compliment others. Most people's ears are very soft, and when they hear nicely, their hearts are also in a good mood. When doing business like this , he is naturally omnipotent.

Old man Cheng is also a mortal. Although he is still very modest in words, he can't hide the smug smile on his face no matter what. It is obviously very useful.

Of course, Xu Jingxing's compliment is not too far-fetched, because Old Man Cheng's handwriting is indeed quite accomplished, much better than Old Man He's half bucket of water. The structure, strength and layout of the strokes are all excellent. , the basic skills are so good that there is nothing to say, so that he can't find any shortcomings.

As for the charm of this poem, it is even more outstanding. One after another, the Xingkai characters are inseparable, seemingly connected, but when they fall on the paper, they are like a cup of brewed Longjing tea, and the half-baked handmade rice paper is a water cup. The strokes of each character are the tea leaves floating up and down in the tea water, the blank space where the brush and ink are on the rice paper is boiling water, and the ink color that smudges when the ink touches the rice paper is the brown color emanating from the tea leaves.

If this word was written 200 years ago and passed down to the present, don’t even think about buying it without 35 yuan.

There is no way, this word is too good, and the charm is also good. If you buy it and hang it in the teahouse, the business of the teahouse will definitely prosper a lot.

Old Man Cheng laughed, and handed the brush to Xu Jingxing, "Come on, it's your turn."

At this point, he stopped being polite, took the brush, spread out the rice paper, and turned to look at Old Man Cheng, "It's your turn to come up with a question, please be merciful and don't come up with something too out of the way."

Old man Cheng shook his head: "You young man is good everywhere, but you are too modest. This is not acceptable. You have to be a little young man's arrogance. People don't frivolously waste young people."

Xu Jingxing smiled: "That's what you said, but a frivolous young man and a humble young man are in front of you, which one would you choose as your grandson-in-law?"

Old man Cheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "That's the truth, that's the truth, old man, I've lived my whole life, and I haven't understood it before a young man like you. It's really wasted."

Xu Jingxing still laughed, but did not continue the topic, "Grandpa, it's time to come up with a question."

"Well, what kind of questions should I ask?" Old man Cheng rubbed his temples worryingly, "Ordinary questions will definitely not trouble you, but I don't know how many questions are too difficult, just wait, let me think about it, After thinking for a while, he suddenly slapped his thigh, "Yes, you will definitely not be able to memorize this one, hehe, because I only remember one topic, and the verse is quite long."

"It's quite long? Is it two hundred words?"

"Uh, about two hundred?" Old man Cheng couldn't help blushing, "Do you dare to fight?"

"Wait—" Xu Jingxing raised his hand to signal to stop.

(End of this chapter)