The person who came was none other than Cao Ang.
Perhaps it was because the horse was galloping all the way, and after getting on and off the horse, it came at a fast pace.
At this moment, Cao Ang was breathing heavily, and there were a few drops of sweat dripping from his forehead. It looked like he had been very hard on the road.
After staring at Cao Ang for a few seconds.
Cai Yan's heart suddenly fell down in mid-air and fell straight back into her chest.
The original feeling of anxiety and panic, the chaotic thoughts in my mind, at the moment when Cao Ang arrived, the moment I saw Cao Ang's face.
All disappeared without a trace.
"The sun hasn't set yet, so Zixiu is naturally not too late. But with all due respect, have you decided what kind of poetry you want to write?"
He regained the calm and cool tone he had before.
And after hearing this.
Cao Ang's chest suddenly beat loudly, looking confident and confident.
"Zhaoji doesn't need to say anything. Let's go into the house and I will write it word for word for you to see. I guarantee that you will be convinced and you will have nothing to say!"
Cao Ang just finished speaking.
Cai Yan couldn't help but smile.
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing the pearly white teeth hidden under the pink lips.
Like a sun-reflecting lotus, it stands proudly among the lotus leaves in the pond. It is full of nobility when it is in full bloom.
"I hope it is as Zixiu said. If it is true, it also proves that as a teacher, I did not mislead the disciples, and my efforts were not in vain."
…
In a quiet room.
Cao Ang sat in front of the desk, on which a blank bamboo slip had been laid out.
Cai Yan, on the other hand, knelt and sat on the edge, quietly watching Cao Ang studying ink there without saying a word so as not to disturb him.
After meditating for a while.
Cao Ang took a deep breath.
Then he picked up his pen and wrote the first sentence on the bamboo slip, and the words jumped out on it.
"The peacock flies southeast and lingers for five miles."
"Thirteen can weave textiles, and fourteen can tailor clothes..."
That's right.
The text Cao Ang found in the textbook was also the article he chose.
It is this "Peacock Flies Southeast"!
In terms of genre, it is a long narrative poem. Although I don’t know who specifically wrote it or when it was written, it is certainly in line with the current cultural mainstream.
Secondly, this poem is easy to understand, but while the language is concise, it does not lose its artistic value and the profound meaning it conveys.
This is consistent with Cao Ang's status as a beginner in poetry and prose, and at the same time allows him to show off his skills and show his high level of thought in a generous way.
No matter from which angle you look at it.
They all meet Cao Ang's requirements very well.
Definitely the best choice!
…
"You should be like a rock, and I should be like pampas grass. Pampas grass is like silk, and the rock will not shift."
This poem is very long.
When Cao Ang grew up, he had to replace several sets of bamboo slips.
Cai Yan sat aside and watched quietly from beginning to end as Cao Ang wrote on the bamboo slips.
At first when some paragraphs came out.
Zhao Ji didn't show too much surprise yet.
After all, the first half is mainly narrative, and it also depicts some of the words and actions of Liu Lanzhi, Jiao Zhongqing, and Liu's and Jiao's mothers.
The main body of the narrative is very complete, and the story is eloquent, but it is hard to tell how high the literary level is in this first half.
At least from the perspective of Cai Yan, a literary master among contemporary women.
It's well written, but not particularly stunning.
But when the above two sentences appeared, Cai Yan's eyes suddenly changed.
If it weren't for Cao Ang, he would still be writing.
She probably couldn't help but give her high fives on the spot and exclaimed "well written"!
As the content of the second half of "The Peacock Flies Southeast" emerged one after another, the expression on Zhao Ji's face began to become complicated and profound.
Liu Lanzhi was forced by her brother, while Jiao Zhongqing was not allowed to disobey his mother's will and filial piety.
In the panic of the world, the two of them were like the two most light and powerless pieces of floating dust, without any ability to resist, and they could only end up in tragedy.
…
"I took off my silk shoes and took off my skirt, and went to the clear pond. I am destined to die today, but my soul will be gone and my body will remain.
When the government officials heard about this, they knew they would never leave. Wandering under the tree in the courtyard, hanging from the southeast branch. "
Although I had already expected it.
But the moment he saw these lines of poetry, Cai Yan couldn't help but look shocked.
There is even a bit of sadness in his eyes, as if he is mourning the fate of the two protagonists in the poem, and at the same time lamenting the world.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of writing.
After writing the last word, Cao Ang put the brush aside, and then looked at Cai Yan calmly, with a questioning look in his eyes.
The room was quiet for a long time.
The two sat next to each other in silence.
At this moment, Zhao Ji was still immersed in the world of poetry and prose, as if she had not yet woken up.
Cao Ang, on the other hand, waited quietly.
After a long time.
Cai Yan suddenly woke up.
His eyes were full of complexity and surprise as he stared directly at Cao Ang, looking up and down, left and right, as if he wanted to see him thoroughly.
"Zixiu, is this poem really written by you?"
…
Faced with Cai Yan's inquiry.
Cao Ang looked extremely calm.
He explained very carefully: "To be honest with Zhao Ji, when you and I made the bet a month ago, I was thinking about how to win."
"After all, I am a beginner who has just started studying. I can't say that I am very good at piling up words and allusions to classic meanings. This is where I am lacking."
"Therefore, if you want to win, you must learn from your strengths to offset your weaknesses. So I constructed such a story first, and then used what you taught me to write the story out, which is the poem you see."
Cai Yan nodded happily when he heard this.
He praised with amazement: "Zixiu is really smart. He uses stories that are touching and thought-provoking to make up for his lack of vocabulary. This is also a great subject!"
After Cao Ang's explanation.
Cai Yan was more than 80% convinced that Cao Ang had done it by his own ability.
Mainly because the current mainstream style in the literary world emphasizes the beauty of words and the expression of inner aspirations.
Emphasize the lyricism of scenery, but neglect narrative and discussion.
As long as there are some qualified writers, they are generally not good at writing this kind of narrative poetry.
And those without skill would not be able to write this kind of thing, so there is a high probability that it was written by Cao Ang himself.
"How about it, Miss Zhaoji, this article "The Peacock Flies Southeast" is still interesting to you, so how should we calculate the bet between us?"
…
Cao Ang was reminded like this.
Cai Yan then remembered that the quality of this poem was related to the outcome of the bet between himself and Cao Ang.
Based on Cai Zhaoji’s character.
Good is good and bad is bad.
And when it comes to literature, it is impossible for her to tell lies with her eyes closed, so after a few seconds of silence, Cai Yan nodded heavily.
"Not only can it catch my eye, the story told in this poem is enough to touch my heartstrings, and its ups and downs are even more touching."
"And the most rare thing is that your descriptions of the main characters in your poems are really vivid and lifelike."
"If you read this poem to anyone in the house, they will be able to imagine what Liu and Jiao and their respective mothers look like and what kind of temperament they have after reading it through."
"In my opinion, this poem can be rated as the best. It is a rare masterpiece in today's world. Zixiu can write such an article, I am afraid he has some skill in poetry and prose!"
Cai Yan gave a completely positive and high evaluation without hesitation.
Finally, he gently raised his hands.
Made a spread-out pose.
"You and I have said before that if I lose the bet, not only will I need to continue to teach you various classics and poems in the future, but I will also need to agree to your request."
"If there is anything you want me to do, or if you want me to agree to something, you might as well say it!"
Cai Yan is willing to admit defeat.
And see this situation.
Cao Ang immediately showed a slight smile.
Then he blinked and stated the conditions he had already thought of.
"What I want Zhaoji to do is very simple, that is, starting from tomorrow, you can no longer stay in your small courtyard as usual."
"You also need to move around more with other people in the house, even if you just have a few words."
…
The words just fell.
Cai Yan was stunned for a moment.
She really didn't expect that Cao Ang's request was to expand her social circle.
this……
"Zixiu, I remember what I should have told you. In fact, I am not lonely when I stay in the courtyard, nor do I feel lonely. There is no need for this."
However, Cao Ang just smiled lightly.
Didn't answer.
Obviously he insists on what he just said.
Seeing this situation, Cai Yan could only admit defeat and nodded helplessly.
"Then according to your words, starting from tomorrow, I will take some time every few days to walk around with Cicada and the others in my house."
Hear Cai Yan's exact response.
Only then did Cao Ang feel relieved.
The reason why he made such a request was very simple, just to break Cai Zhaoji's golden body.
If Zhaoji is allowed to continue to stay in this secluded backyard and indulge in her own world, then when will he break through Zhaoji's inner wall?
Anyway, the left and right can't make any excessive demands, and they can't take any big advantage.
It would be better to take this opportunity to let Zhaoji come out from the wall and take the initiative to break her golden body.
As long as I have more contact with her, I think it will become softer.
…
After settling the matter.
The two sat in silence for a while.
Cai Yan suddenly remembered something, and quickly took a scroll of bamboo slips placed on the table, then pointed to the fragments in the chapter and asked Cao Ang.
"Zixiu, is this story about Liu Lanzhi and Jiao Zhongqing true, or are you just making it up?"
Cao Ang shook his head first.
After thinking about his words for a moment.
Then he replied slowly: "These two people may not exist, but there are definitely people in the world who have suffered such a fate, but they are not named Liu Lanzhi, nor are they named Jiao Zhongqing."
Cai Yan immediately responded with silence.
The whole person was stunned on the spot.
After a while.
Just now he shook his head and sighed.
"The Han Dynasty ruled the world with filial piety. How could we easily disobey the orders of our parents and the words of our brothers?"
"The family background is the same, the wealth is the same, and the family is the same. This is also like gold and iron!"
"As Zixiu said, there may be countless people in the world who are trapped in such confusion, and then end up unable to control themselves."
Hear Cai Zhaoji’s emotion.
Cao Ang's eyes suddenly flashed a few times.
A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and an idea appeared in an instant like a flash of thunder.
"We are well-matched, and our parents' orders are hard to disobey."
"But choosing the person you like is also very important, as it determines whether you will be happy in the rest of your life."
"So in my opinion, the best result is to be a good match and someone you like. This is called the best of both worlds!"
…
“Is there really the best of both worlds?”
Following a murmur that sounded like talking to oneself.
Cai Yan couldn't help but think of himself.
When her father betrothed her to the Wei family in Hedong, the emphasis was on a well-matched match.
The daughter of a world-famous scholar is suitable to marry a direct descendant of a large Hedong family.
But he was intercepted by Cao Ang on the way to see off his bride.
Later, it was learned that Wei Zhongdao of the Wei family was a weak and sick man who was about to die.
At that time, I had not seen this man's appearance, nor did I know what his character was. He knew nothing about anything and was just following his father's orders.
If Cao Ang hadn't appeared.
I really got married.
Then she may not be much better than Liu Lanzhi in this poem "The Peacock Flies Southeast".
"well!"
Cai Yan couldn't help but sigh.
But he didn't wait for her to say anything.
Cao Ang's loud words came to his ears.
“How come you don’t have the best of both worlds?”
"I don't know about others, but as far as Zhao Ji is concerned, I think it's enough to get the best of both worlds!"
…
Cai Yan raised his head suddenly.
I saw Cao Ang's eyes staring at him, his eyes full of fiery meaning. The blazing temperature seemed to be able to turn into substance and melt himself into water.
Zhao Ji suddenly woke up.
yes!
They are well matched, and with the current power of the Cao family, it is more than enough to match the great scholars in the world.
But just speaking of Cao Ang himself.
My feelings for him...
These months of contact included listening to me playing the piano, studying poetry with me, and chatting about ancient and modern times.
It even reminds me of the words Cao Ang said to him in that deserted and dilapidated hotel, which brought him back from the corner of fate.
The thought of this.
Cai Yan's face suddenly burned, and his tender and snow-white cheeks, as well as his crystal clear and exquisite ears, all turned crimson in an instant.
Like blood jade stained red.
The woman who usually looks like a noble lotus or green jade bamboo looks like this now.
The end is somewhat stunning.
…
"Snapped!"
Cai Yan slammed the table.
Standing up with a bang.
He said in a panic and hastily, "It's getting late. I'm going to take a bath, change clothes and rest. If Zixiu has nothing to do, you might as well go back first!"
In the past, if you said such words, it would inevitably be a bit disrespectful.
Just at this moment.
Cai Yan no longer cares about that.
She simply did not dare to continue to face Cao Ang, so she could only escape in this way.
And see this situation.
And Cao Ang also tried it briefly.
When cooking, you must control the heat and turn on low heat from beginning to end. Most of the food will not be cooked yet.
If you keep turning on the fire, the dishes will be burnt.
There must be a certain degree of control.
Today's poke is almost done. To be fair, the effect is somewhat beyond my expectation.
So Cai Yan said this.
Cao Ang also stood up.
With a gentle smile on his face, he said: "Then I won't disturb you. Zhao Ji, you have a good rest!"
…
Wait until Cao Ang leaves.
Zhao Ji "thumped" and sat back down, sitting quietly for a long time.
Then he picked up a few bamboo slips on the table and began to study them carefully again. The Peacock Flying Southeast written by Cao Ang.
"I am a well-matched and happy person. Could this really be the best of both worlds for me?"
"嘤~"
Cai Yan didn't dare to think about it further.
After hastily gathering a few letters, he forced himself not to think about it anymore.
He began to think about how to communicate with everyone in the mansion according to Cao Ang's request tomorrow.
…
Monthly ticket recommendation ticket
(End of chapter)
