Liu Mingzhi was homesick, not his home in the Dalong Dynasty, but his home on earth.
Thinking about his parents, brothers, relatives, and all the people who were related to him, Liu Mingzhi never knew that he was also a sentimental person.
Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Liu Mingzhi gently drank a glass of wine: "I haven't cried in a long time. I thought I was strong enough. But when the bad news suddenly came, I realized that I was also so fragile. A man can't help but cry." It’s a flick, just not to the heartbreaking point.”
After finishing speaking, he took a big gulp of wine and said, "Xiao Song, the Four Treasures of the Study will serve you. Young Master, I want to express my feelings with poetry."
Liu Song looked worriedly at the drunken young master and said, "Master, you are drunk. Go and rest for the night. If you miss home, we can go back right away. Young master, the lady will be very happy."
Liu Song's words stimulated Liu Mingzhi's tear glands, and finally Liu Mingzhi couldn't help but burst into tears: "I can't go back. It's too late. I can't go back. Get the Four Treasures of the Study."
"Master, you?"
"Liu Song, you are so brave. Do you want to be an evil slave and bully your master? How dare you not listen to my words?" Liu Mingzhi lived up to his usual calmness and looked at Liu Song with anger in his eyes.
Hearing this, Liu Song plopped down and knelt on the ground: "Young Master, please forgive me. Xiao Song has eaten the heart of a bear and is too brave to be a slave and bully his master. Xiao Song will go and get the Four Treasures of the Study now."
Liu Mingzhi, who was stubborn but stubborn, Liu Song stood up, opened the book basket and took out the fine purple hair brush. Purple hair is extremely precious, and many people can't get it. Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty once wrote the popular "Purple Hair Poems" on a stone in Jiang Shang. Old rabbit, eating Liuyinquan will produce purple hair. The workers in Xuancheng used it as a pen, picking out a hair out of tens of millions.
Someone later said: "Every year when Xuancheng writes, the price of purple hair is as valuable as gold."
As the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River, Liu Zhi'an's purchase was not a big deal, but he still paid a lot of money. Sometimes, not everything can be bought, and some things have a price but no market.
Even though it was hard to find millions of dollars, Liu Zhi'an still handed Zihao to his son without hesitation, showing his high expectations for his son.
The inkstone is also not an ordinary product, but the Duan Inkstone, which ranks first among the four major inkstones. Duan Inkstone has been famous in the world for its solid, smooth and delicate stone since ancient times. The Duan Inkstone grinds without sluggishness and produces ink quickly. It is one of the most favorite inkstones among calligraphers. one.
Liu Song carefully placed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk in front of Liu Mingzhi and began to grind it, watching from time to time to see if Liu Mingzhi could still stand up.
Liu Mingzhi drunkenly picked up the purple hair that Liu Song had prepared, shook his head a few times, and subconsciously began to splash ink on the rice paper.
"'Thoughts on a Quiet Night'."
"There is bright moonlight in front of the window, and I suspect it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon, and lower my head to think about my hometown."
After finishing speaking, the purple hair in his hand was lifted up in one fell swoop, and he wrote four lines of poetry in a cool and unrestrained manner. I have to say that although Liu Mingzhi is a bit dandy, but Liu Zhi'an had a strict upbringing since childhood, Liu Mingzhi can still write good calligraphy.
The four lines of the poem were written in cursive by Liu Mingzhi eloquently, but Liu Mingzhi only wrote according to his own consciousness, and his brain was in chaos.
"Liu Song, do you know the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty? Do you know Genghis Khan? Do you know Li Bai? Have you ever heard of Du Fu?"
Liu Song quickly supported the sleepy Liu Mingzhi: "Master, you drank too much. Xiao Song has never heard of any of Tang Zong, Song Zu Li Bai and Du Fu."
"Hiccup, hiccup."
Liu Mingzhi burped twice: "As long as you haven't heard of it, I'll be relieved."
After saying that, he continued to write. In the spring of the 26th year of Xuande in the Dalong Dynasty, Liu Mingzhi of Dangyang Academy looked at the moon and wrote with some thoughts.
After speaking, she vaguely picked up the jug and walked to the window sill: "Chang'e, I would like to propose a toast to you and bring my thoughts to my relatives. You must be very lonely above the moon. I feel the same way."
The crisp flute sound came, interrupting the sad Liu Mingzhi. Liu Mingzhi forced his drunken eyes to open and listened carefully to the sweet and moving flute sound.
The sound of the flute was melodious and gentle, gradually reaching its climax. Liu Mingzhi suddenly smiled lightly, smiling happily, and wandered to the desk. He stopped Liu Song who wanted to help him: "No need to help, the young master is not drunk yet."
Liu Mingzhi held the brush against his lower lip and thought for a while before starting to write "Listening to the Flute in Jinling on a Spring Night".
The sound of someone's jade flute is flying quietly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Jinling. In this nocturne, I heard the broken willows, who can't help but feel the love of my hometown.
In the spring of the 26th year of Xuande's reign, during the Xuhai period at Dangyang Academy, Liu Mingzhi heard the willow trees bending outside the window and composed a poem about it as a gift to tourists from all over the world.
Then he placed the Zihao Xuan pen on the pen holder and lay back precariously. Liu Mingzhi finally couldn't resist the intrusion of drunkenness and fell into a coma.
Liu Song hurriedly helped the young master up and carried him to the bed. He took off Liu Mingzhi's shoes and covered him with a quilt before shaking his head slightly.
"The master is right. The young master is really like a child who won't grow up."
Such old-fashioned words came from the mouth of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and they were full of joy.
"When I was young, I left home and my elders returned. My local pronunciation has not changed and my hair on my temples has faded. When children see each other, they don't recognize each other. They laugh and ask where the guests are from. It has been many years since I left my hometown, and recently, people have been half wasted. Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old times. Wow. Boo hoo, no Li Bai, Du Fu, no Tang Zong and Song Zu. Boo hoo, my thousand taels, my soy milk and fried dough sticks, my one-stop service, old liar, my thousand taels are gone. That's it." After saying this, Liu Mingzhi fell into a deep sleep.
Liu Song was silent for a moment, then stood up and walked to the desk to carefully put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then took out a set of ordinary four treasures of the study.
Liu Song picked up the pen for a moment and finally made up his mind to start writing. The neat block letters appeared on the paper, and the young boy left home...
Wen Renzheng stood behind Wen Ren Yunshu wearing a robe: "Yunshu girl, the night is getting cold, so stop playing the flute."
