The rain has not diminished, and the accumulated water flowing outside the pavilion has almost flooded the road. Sitting in the pavilion, you can only hear the sound of "wavering" water. You have to speak loudly to hear it clearly.

The old servant asked Ming Station not far from here, so he thanked Zeng Yu, turned around and reported to the old scholar who closed his eyes and thought deeply. The old scholar nodded and said that he knew, he was still wandering around, knocking his fingers and pondering.

At this time, Sixi suddenly shouted: "Oh no, the bookcase is wet."

Zeng Yu's bookcase was made of bamboo and wood. It has a shelf to carry on her body. It is quite convenient. It was made by a bamboo craftsman and a carpenter when he went to Dongyan Academy two years ago. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the books were all in this bookcase. Last night, Zeng Yu also collected a volume of his poems and dozens of paintings. The paintings were all unmounted and placed on the top layer of the bookcase. Sixi just wanted to lead the donkey and rush in the rain. He didn't notice that the oil cloth covering the bookcase was lifted by the wind. He found that the upper layer of the bookcase was water-

Sixi hurriedly took out the wet poems and paintings and hung them on the stone bench on the Luting Pavilion. The papers were dipped into paper cakes. Sixi was frightened and did not dare to look at Zeng Yu directly. He knew that the young master valued these poems and paintings very much, and thought that he would be scolded now, and he should be scolded. He must not drive him back to Shitian-

Zeng Yu walked over and carefully separated the wet drawings one by one, spread them on the stone bench, and some of them were soaked in rain, so he threw them aside. When he turned around, he saw Si Xise shrinking and uneasy, he smiled and comforted the little Xi and said, "Si Xi, this is not your fault, it's just that God is jealous of my poetry and paintings that are too spiritual, and it is so embarrassing me."

The old scholar sitting upright with his eyes closed and his white eyebrows and beards moved together when he heard Zeng Yu say this, but his eyes were still closed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself: "This rural boy is arrogant, ridiculous, ridiculous."

Zeng’s mother Zhou met Zeng Yu, Niu Niu and Sixi were all wet. She stood in the pavilion with her hair at the ends and her clothes were still dripping down. Although the weather would not be cold in the end of April, the pavilion was ventilated everywhere, so that her whole body was soaked for a long time and could easily catch a cold. Moreover, the rain couldn’t stop for a while, so she stood up and asked Zeng Yu to make a screen with her to cover Niu Niu, so that Niu Niu would change into a clean cloth skirt, also called Zeng Yu, Sixi also changed her clothes-

It was about the end of Shen Shizhong, which was almost five o'clock in the afternoon. Because it was raining, the sky was gloomy and a little dusk. It was seven miles away from Shanxiyi. The rain was a little lighter now, but seeing the dark clouds were still in dispersed, Zeng Yuxin said, "If this rain continued until dark, could we still spend the night in this road pavilion?" He said to his mother: "Mom, the rain cannot stop for a while. We should just hurry to Shanxiyi to find an inn in the rain to find an inn - Niu Niu and her mother ride an umbrella and donkey together. I carried these two thin vine cloak boxes. Sixi and I were wet anyway, so we were not afraid of getting wet again. If we walk faster on the road, we wouldn't catch a cold."

Zeng's mother, Zhou, had no idea, so of course he listened to his son, so he wiped the donkey's saddle pad, held Niu Niu and sat on it. Sixi carried the bookcase on her back. This time, he carefully covered the bookcase with oil cloth. Seeing that Zeng's mother, Zhou, had already opened the umbrella, he led the black donkey into the rain curtain.

Zeng Yu greeted the two male servants, carried a compass bag, inserted a long sword, and carried a wardrobe with both hands, rushed into the drizzle. Because the black donkey carried Niu Niu, he had to carry these two wardrobe-

When the old servant saw Zeng Yu's family leaving in the rain, he hurriedly said to the old scholar: "Master, let's go on the road too. It's the same road as this family. It's dark when it looks like it's going."

The old man with white beards didn't raise his eyelids, as if he didn't hear it. The old servant was a little anxious when he saw Zeng Yu's family gradually drifting away in the rain, but he didn't dare to urge him again if he didn't move. The master must be writing poems and making a living. The master is really full of poetry. Qingye is a poem and rain is also a poem. He has written dozens of poems all the way from Fujian.

"Bi Mo serves."

The old scholar sitting upright with his eyes closed suddenly said this, his voice was quite small. Fortunately, Niu Niu had left Luting, otherwise he would have been shocked. Moreover, the old scholar who opened his eyes looked a little scary. His left eye was almost all white, and his eyeballs would not turn. It seemed that his left eye should be blind.

The two servants were obviously used to the master's surprise, and quickly arrived with quick hands and feet. The old scholar picked up a blue and white brush with curly grass pattern, dipped it in thick ink, slapped his wrist and wrote a poem on the inner wall of the road pavilion:

"The horse's head rushes and flows like a rocky beach, and the chaotic mountains and winds and rains bring people cold. Don't come to the thatched hut and always have a bed, but I remember watching it on Nanhua's pillow."

After looking at the title for a moment, he picked up his pen and wrote: "I feel the feeling of walking on the mountain in the evening rain. On the Gengshen, the people from Simingshan wrote at the Guangxin Mansion Post Pavilion." Then he took out a book of poems, copied the poems on the wall, and said to himself: "This poem can be sent to Cao Zhongcheng."

The young servant looked at the poem on the wall and asked, "The master has always walked, where did the horses in this poem come from?"

The old scholar laughed and pointed the forehead of the male servant in his hand: "Silly fool, I only saw the word "horse" and said there was a horse. Didn't we pass a place called Mashoutan in front of us?"

The old servant packed up his pen and ink and said, "Master, let's go on the road."

The old scholar nodded and put on a bamboo hat on a wide-edge edge. He saw the paintwork of Zeng Yu left behind by Zeng Yu on the stone bench, which was soaked by the rain. He laughed and said, "Let's look at how the poems and paintings of the little boy are so envious. Even God is jealous of him." He leaned over and looked carefully. The top picture was painted with two chrysanthemums, one big and one small, and they were purely ink and not colored. Because the paper was wet, the ink color was a little dizzy, so it was impossible to see if the pen was fine, but the layout of the white space was not bad.

The old scholar put down the dovehead stick in his hand and opened a piece of paper under the stack of drawing paper. The painting had an inscription. The old scholar lit up his eyes after just one look. He quickly walked to the bright place of the road pavilion to take a closer look. This painting is a branch of ink plum blossoms, with unrestrained brushwork, and splashed bits and pieces. With just a few strokes, the image was vivid. There were only two and a half lines left in the poem on the above: "—The mountain path is cold and the snow is fragrant. The thin shadow follows (there are three words missing), and the sparse stamens are still waiting for the green sun."

The signature is only two words - "Zeng Yu".

This should be a seven-character quatrain of plum blossoms. Just look at the last sentence is a good poem, and the calligraphy is quite good. It can be seen that it is learned from Su Shi and Mi Fu's style of calligraphy. The brushwork is fast and soft, and the softness is hard. Although the brushwork is still childish, I think that the writer is still a child born in a young age, so there is nothing to criticize. In time, I will become a calligrapher with some achievements.

"A ten steps of the lake must have herbs. In this remote countryside, you can meet such a young and handsome talent with good calligraphy, painting and poetry. It is rare and rare."

The old scholar sighed and went to look at the drawing paper again, but the remaining drawing paper was either soaked in water or the ink was dissipated into a ball, which could not be identified, so he had to put this half-dead ink plum picture on both sides of raw rice paper into the book box.

At this time, the rain stopped, and the sky in the west was faintly filled with a faint glow, which was the setting sun hidden behind the clouds.

The old scholar picked up the dove-headed stick and said in great enthusiasm: "Go on the road, go on the road, catch up with the little scholar. I want to talk about poetry with him. Haha, this boy is rare to have no pedantic turban spirit. I have seen so many talented men who are known as talented men, but they are just good at writing eight-part essays. After winning a scholar, they will be arrogant and despised them."

The old scholar was over 60 years old, his hair and beard were all white, but his physical strength was quite strong. He used his doveheaded stick to take advantage of his strength and walked very quickly. The old servant carried a baggage and the young man followed behind him with his luggage. The master and servant came to Shanxiyi in the twilight. This was a small market town, a port for water transportation, and the market was quite prosperous.

The old scholar stayed at the inn and ordered the second servant to look for the young scholar. However, the second servant searched for more than a dozen inns in Shanxi Town, but he didn't see the young scholar's family. Finally, he asked an old man on the wharf and found out that the scholar named Zeng had already taken a boat away.

The old scholar sighed. Such a young talented man would not know each other without a chance. If he missed this time, he would probably be difficult to meet again in the future.

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Chapter completed!