Chapter 16 Neon Feather Clothes

"Yoyou Luming,

Apples that eat wild.

I have a guest,

Blowing..."

On this day, Mr. Yizhai got up early in the morning, scratching his beard and walking in the yard, chanting the poem.

It is very normal to recite a poem early in the morning. For example, it is common for Zhu Xuanweng to roar at the bamboo forest. Occasional absence in the morning shows that he is in poor health! On the other hand, reciting poems in the morning is an effective way to increase lung capacity!

Old Mr. Yizhai is different from ordinary people. Every time he says a word, it kills everyone's brain cells. Blame the fire in the Nanjing examination room, which burned too in time! The maids in Loufu have already developed a good habit of guessing riddles. Every time Mr. Yizhai turned around, the servants working in the yard talked for a while, guessing who the "guest" was?

Coincidentally, Wang Shouren came in as if he were stepping on it. I only heard the people collectively "Oh...", and only a clerk shouted happily. Mr. Yizhai saw it in his eyes and shouted, "Don't be rude! Don't you see any guests? Let's see how I usually get used to you! Whoever wins, come to me to pay taxes!" A bold maid ran to Mr. Yizhai coquettishly and said, "Oh, old man, can you guess wrong? I lost all my money this month!"

Which one can sing this? Wang Shouren muttered!

I only heard Mr. Yizhai say, "Bian, don't pay attention, come with me!" As he walked, he asked, "How is Zhu Xuanweng in good health recently? How's your appetite..." Wang Shouren answered one by one and hurriedly handed Zhu Xuanweng's letter to Mr. Yizhai. After the politeness, they also came to the living room. Mr. Yizhai sat down one after another, and he couldn't take his eyes off the letter in his hand. The maids would bring tea soon.

Although it was a thousand-mile horse, it also filled his stomach all the way, so Wang Shouren picked up the teacup and drank it. At this time, he only heard Mr. Yizhai laugh. Wang Shouren looked at Mr. Yizhai blankly. He saw the old man's eyes burning. He came over in a few steps and looked at Wang Shouren up and down and asked: " Bo'an, would you like to worship me as your teacher?!"

With such a sudden, Wang Shourenzhi and Wang Er couldn't touch his head. After reading it, Mr. Yizhai saw his feet and his head from his feet. After reading it, he was not in a hurry to listen to Wang Shouren's answer, but sat on the chair next to Wang Shouren and said, "Zhu Xuanweng said that when you were twelve years old, you questioned Zhu Xi's doctrine. 'Zhuzi' came to protest 'today's thing, tomorrow's thing is suddenly connected. "Finally, do you know the reason?"

When Shouren heard this, he didn't expect that his grandfather was still very concerned about his ideological growth history. This was all written in the letter. How did he know his idea of becoming a teacher? At present, he hurriedly replied, "There is indeed such a thing. According to Zhu Xi's theory, as long as you keep 'grid', you can master the 'reason' of things, but how to 'integrate' doesn't care, blindly emphasizes the importance of 'reason', but does not care about 'enlightenment'. In the end, the 'reason' is not exhausted, but life is exhausted!"

Wang Shouren has been holding back for so many years, and finally someone came to discuss this problem and simply said it happily. The more enjoyable it is, the 21st century "material determines consciousness, and consciousness reacts to matter..." is also brought out. Mr. Yizhai was so impressed that he asked, "There is only one sock left..."

Wang Shouren: "...In short, 'God' and 'human desire' are interacting, and we can't blindly emphasize 'God' and ignore the importance of 'human desire'!"

Mr. Yizhai clapped his hands and said, "Zhu Xuanweng underestimates his grandchildren too much! What a formidable future! I am ashamed to be your teacher. I can only say that we can learn from each other. As for me, I can teach you some experience. You must do something in the future!"

Wang Shouren also sincerely admires Mr. Yizhai. He knows that Mr. Yizhai is too modest, and the real master is often modest. Originally, I didn't want to play tricks on the class, but I didn't put a little goods, and I was afraid that the old man Yizhai would not accept me as an apprentice. This time, I overposed it, which was counterproductive, so I hurriedly made a gesture of "If you don't accept me as an apprentice, I won't stop". Mr. Yizhai had to say, "Oh, then I will be reluctant to do it!"

Mr. Yizhai is full of love for Wang Shouren. If he hadn't gone on a blind date, he would have really wanted to marry his granddaughter to him. At this time, he remembered that he should let his granddaughter meet the guests, so he ordered the maid, "Go and see where the young lady is!" The maid said, "Go back, my lord, the young lady is learning painting from Mr. Tang!"

Mr. Yizhai patted his forehead and said, "Oh, I'm confused! Hurry up, invite Tang Dacai to come too! Haha, my house is really Zhong Lingyuxiu. The two geniuses of the Ming Dynasty have gathered together today! I want to have a drink with you 'terrible' descendants!"

When Wang Shouren heard "Tang Dacaizi", he immediately thought of "Tang Bohu". Oh, how could he forget this! It's really hard to find a place to break iron shoes, and it doesn't take much time to come! Thinking about it, the two people who came in from outside the door were Tang Bohu and Lou Suzhen!

Sure enough, it lives up to its reputation. What a romantic Tang Bohu: a white coat, elegant clothes, a strong figure, a strong pace, the coolest pair of slender eyes, full of peach blossoms at first glance! The four great talents in Jiangnan, who are you?

Tang Yin also looked at Wang Shouren and thought, "I'm afraid I'll compare with such a figure in the Ming Dynasty!"

From Tang Yin's back, it was Lou Suzhen who followed Tingting...

At this moment of lightning, Wang Shouren was almost struck by lightning and looked at Lou Suzhen's face... This was obviously... Jiang Beier!

How can it be! Isn't she in the 21st century? Wasn't she taken to the police car by Liu Yijiang? So the one in front of her... Except for the different dress, every hair she has looks like Jiang Beier!

No wonder in Jinshan Temple, he felt that these eyes seemed to know each other, as if they could take away his soul! Jiang Beier in her childhood should be that charming appearance!" Beier, Wang Shouren shouted, but was interrupted by Tang Bohu's self-introduction and did not make a sound. The word Beier choked in his throat...

Tang Yin and Lou Suzhen have finished their introduction. When they see Wang Shouren, who is as dull as a wooden chicken, look at me and I will look at you, and the two of them will look at Lou Lang together. At this time, Lou Liang shouted, "Bou'an!" Wang Shouren woke up like a dream!

Just now, Lou Suzhen saw Wang Shouren looking straight at herself, her face turned red to the root of her ears, and her heart trembled! She thought that this kind of feeling is probably familiar! How can I be so throbbing when I see this person today!

Is all this the word "throbbing" for Wang Shouren?! Twelve years! In the past 12 years, a poem is used to describe it as "these past years should be a good time, and it should be a good time, and there are thousands of amorous feelings, and who can talk to say it to anyone!"

After rectifying the luncheon, Wang Shouren wandered between reality and memories! Wang Shouren himself felt rude, so he tried his best to control himself and kept telling himself: This is Lou Suzhen, not Jiang Beier!

Wang Shouren cleaned up his emotions, "Brother Bohu, I have been looking forward to your name for a long time, and I will give you a toast!" Tang Yin also responded politely. After drinking, he asked Wang Shouren, "Bang, which ancient poet do you appreciate the most?"

Wang Shouren hurriedly replied, "I admire Wang Wei's poems the most. His poems are full of 'Zen', 'painting', beautiful and profound."

Tang Bohu got up quickly and walked slowly: "Good evaluation, the emptiness, silence, leisure and quietness of Buddhism can all be found in Wang Wei's poetry - 'The osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and spring mountains are empty. The moon comes out and the mountain birds are singing in the spring stream. Deep Zen machine! As for the meaning of painting, there is really a picture in the poem, and there is a poem in the painting - 'wood end hibiscus flowers, red calyx in the mountains. The stream is silent and uninhabited, opening and falling one after another. 'Brother Bo'an's evaluation is three points!"

At this time, Lou Suzhen got up and said, "You only know that Wang Wei's poetry and painting are both unique, but you don't know that he still has a unique!"

Everyone looked at Lou Suzhen. A playful expression flashed on her delicate face. She got up and said slowly, "There was a story: once, a man got a music picture, but I don't know why. Wang Wei replied after seeing it: 'This is the first beat of the third piece of Nishang Feather Song.' Please come and play as a musician, it's really not bad!"

When she said something seriously, Wang Shouren looked at it obsessively, just like 500 years later, he once looked at Jiang Beier like this.

Wang Shouren listened to Lou Suzhen talking about music and suddenly brought some gifts, one of which was the Yangqin imported from Persia, so he told the maid next to him to help get it.

Lou Suzhen saw Yangqin and liked it very much. You know, Yangqin was introduced to the Central Plains from Persia in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, which is a rare thing! Lou Suzhen was so happy that she played for a while and proposed to try to play a song. Unexpectedly, she could play "Nium Clothes" with Yangqin at the last minute. Everyone was shocked! Why don't you dance to cheer up! Let me try to play Yangqin!" Tang Bohu proposed.

When Wang Shouren went out of Juyongguan a few years ago, in addition to learning swordsmanship, archery and horse riding, he also learned to play the flute. At present, he also came to join in the fun, "Okay! Brother Bohu Fuqin and Sister Suzhen dance. Let me play the flute!"

Tang Bohu clapped his hands and praised him. At this time, Mr. Yizhai was also infected by this atmosphere. He rubbed his fists and palms to do something. After thinking about it, he had---"I'll paint the three of you!"

The three of them cheered together and thought, "You draw yours. Anyway, it won't matter!"

With a little debugging, Lou Suzhen's temporary choreography can actually interpret the Neon feather dance into a dreamlike, as if the beautiful beauty of "three thousand pets" really flew back to us, which made people feel soft and unable to stop.