"The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, and the spring mountain sky is quiet at night."
"The poets who wrote poems before were all ordinary people. If you don't accept it, just pick up the last two sentences and I will give you a generous gift."
The middle-aged college master squeezed into the group of scholars, looked at a few words on the wall, and murmured.
"It's wonderful, both the words and the artistic conception are wonderful."
"It's so wonderful. The lyricist is mocking the impetuousness of those of us who came to the bookstore to complain about Shuangyue Painter."
"To say that my poems contain too many worldly thoughts makes them generic. In my opinion, he is too cynical."
Upon hearing this, the master of the academy turned around and looked around at the scholars, with a serious look on his face and eyes that hated the iron.
"You should admit it frankly when you are not as good as others, and just learn with an open mind. Talking hard and slandering others is not the way of a gentleman who has read hundreds of books."
The expressions of the scholars varied, some fell into deep thought after hearing this, and some were still unconvinced.
"Are you Master Zou Yong from Plum Blossom Academy in Lucheng?"
"That Master Zou Yong who became famous for his calligraphy, but suddenly left the Jianxia Academy in the capital and returned to his hometown to teach?!"
Some of them recognized his identity, and everyone was surprised and obediently said hello.
"What Master said is that we have little knowledge and have a small heart."
Zou Yong waved his hand, turned around and walked into the bookstore. When he saw the old woman behind the cabinet, he cupped his hands and asked bluntly who wrote the lyrics.
He repeatedly promised not to reveal it, and just wanted to meet the person who wrote the lyrics.
Su Shuangyue was unmoved and firmly refused, saying, "Only after the last two sentences have been written can the lyricist be announced."
Talented people inevitably have some pride and hobbies.
Zou Yong had no choice but to think about words.
The scholars outside looked at him speaking plausibly, concentrating on thinking about composing lyrics, and came out from inside.
Everyone was curious about what the bookstore owner said, which made the calligraphers look lost.
Could it be that the bookstore owner said the last two lines of the poem?
They swarmed into the bookstore in tacit understanding and asked.
Ye Yun gave him a three-day deadline. During the five days, the bookstore was crowded with people, but he couldn't figure out one that matched the artistic conception and was extremely beautiful.
During this period, the tailor shop nearby was officially opened under the preparation of the eldest sister and the second sister's mother, as well as Sister Fang's restaurant.
On the morning of the fourth day, the scholars saw the complete poem posted on the wall.
"Beautiful, wonderful! But who is this Wang Wei? With such a talent, shouldn't he be unknown and no one knows about him?"
When Zou Yong and the scholars were about to praise the author of the poem eloquently, someone pointed at the two lines above the poem and screamed to attract their attention.
"The bright moon rises on the sea, and the world is at this moment together."
"The latter part of this poem can be viewed in a bookstore, and those who wish can copy and study it."
When everyone was shocked, shopkeeper Su stood in the bookstore and raised his lips and said.
Everyone looked at each other and politely asked Zou Yong and several other masters who came here to go in first, and then they rushed in first.
Entering the bookstore, they were surprised to find that there were many beautiful poems that could be famous all over the world and could be called famous lines posted high on the walls of the store.
But they are all incomplete.
"Shopkeeper, didn't you say that you can see the complete poem when you enter the bookstore? Where is it?"
"Your bookstore really hides a lot of good things. These poems have different styles and artistic conceptions. I'm afraid they were not written by just one person, right? No one without great talent can collect their poems!"
The master is worthy of being a master, with sharp eyes and a clear heart.
Ye Yun stood beside Shopkeeper Su, looked at Zou Yong who was speaking, and gave him a thumbs up in his heart.
I never want to be a plagiarist, and all the lines in my poems are credited to the original author. .
She just wanted to use this to spread the book, and it would be best to make it bigger and stronger.
Shopkeeper Su received her signal and took out a book that had been prepared for a long time from the cabinet.
"All the poems on the wall in the shop are all in this book, and there are many good poems that have not been posted."
"The two books copied by a master of calligraphy alone are one thousand and two each. If you buy one, you can learn both calligraphy and poetry."
Ye Yun took over the conversation and raised the book in his hand.
"Our bookstore understands the hardships of poor students, so we print another copy for one tael of silver."
"If you really don't have money, you can copy the entire poem and sell it back to the bookstore if you are confident that your calligraphy is good."
"Of course, the price will be based on your calligraphy. Okay, the bookstore will also mark your name on the poem."
Ye Yun looked sincere as he watched the scholars hold back their ecstasy and gratitude and continued to speak.
"The bookstore hopes that students will read more than ten thousand volumes and write with spirit."
She and Shopkeeper Su both raised their hands and said loudly.
Most of the scholars were students from poor families, and his words made them blush and feel burning in their chests.
“I am humbled and admired for the kindness and generosity of the two shopkeepers!”
Zou Yong and his wife looked at each other with appreciation, and then they tried to grab the two copied poems.
"I still have a question. I don't mention what the old shopkeeper said about Shuangyue Painter's young work, but why did he take out a fake that was just painted and pass it off as an authentic work by Shuangyue Painter?"
One of the scholars, a Junxiu student, was the scholar who had a dispute with Shopkeeper Su before.
Ye Yun glanced at Shopkeeper Su who was clenching his fists and refusing to apologize, and sighed in his heart.
I criticize myself when I was younger. Real paintings were regarded as fakes, and no one could tell.
These days, she was too busy to find out why shopkeeper Su lived in seclusion here, so she didn't know what was going on behind the scenes.
"Sir, I can see that you admire Painter Shuangyue very much, but the Feng Shui paintings created by Painter Shuangyue when he was young are indeed immature for Shopkeeper Su's age."
Ye Yun spoke slowly, thinking about how to avoid exposing shopkeeper Su's true identity before revealing the matter.
She had an idea and ran to the backyard to find the paintings collected by her second sister.
"After all, the Da Jin Dynasty is too big. Shopkeeper Su and the Shuangyue painter happen to have the same name and the same signature. It's normal for you to misunderstand."
Ye Yun trotted back, opened the painting and showed it to them.
"And please take a look at it. Can't this painting be called a top-grade masterpiece? Can't Shopkeeper Su become her own Frost Moon Painter?"
"You are..."
Scholar Junxiu subconsciously wanted to scold her for being sophistical, but he was forced to look at the painting by his friend and choked.
After looking at the landscape picture carefully, he had nothing to say and completely believed her words.
After all, the Shuangyue painter in the capital has become world-famous since he created paintings in the two years when he was sixteen or seventeen years old.
To this day, no matter how few strokes are made, what is spread can hardly reach its peak.
"It looks like beautiful mountains and clear waters, but in fact the tree roots hidden underground are rotting and the water is full of dead fish. It gives a sense of decay and vicissitudes of life."
As a person immersed in calligraphy, Zou Yong not only has poetry but also has a high appreciation of paintings.
Student Junxiu apologized to Shopkeeper Su guiltily.
Ye Yun received the grateful look from shopkeeper Su and raised his poem again, recalling the theme of the bookstore.
