The next day, early morning.
Because Zhao Xu and his son were going to Meishan today, Jiang Yifeng got up early, washed up, and ate in the main hall.
Not long after the meal here, a servant came to report that Zhao Xu and his son had arrived.
I have to say that the father and son are really active in doing business.
Su Yingxue took Jiang Yifeng and Su Dongchu out to greet them. After a while of hypocritical polite words, the two parties got into the carriage and set off towards Meishan.
However, Zhao Xu insisted on letting Zhao Bingfang ride in the Su family carriage, saying that young people should communicate more.
At this time, the atmosphere in the carriage became a little awkward.
After all, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Bingfang pursued Su Yingxue and was a love rival with Jiang Yifeng. He also targeted Su Dongchu at the Zhongyuan Poetry Conference. The two were in a competitive relationship.
But after the carriage started moving, Jiang Yifeng discovered that Zhao Bingfang's attention was on Su Dongchu.
Su Dongchu felt Zhao Bingfang's gaze and immediately turned on Su Shikui mode, squinting at Zhao Bingfang the whole time and never looking directly at him.
"Brother Su, I heard a few days ago that you wrote a poem for your disciple's storybook. Unfortunately, the storybook has not been released yet, so I can't read this poem."
After the carriage drove for half an hour, Zhao Bingfang raised his hand and said, "Because of this poem, I have trouble sleeping and eating. Can Brother Su tell me in advance?"
Compared with Su Dongchu, Zhao Bingfang's love for poetry reached a fever pitch, so after hearing that Su Dongchu had new poetry, he wanted to take a look at it all the time.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for such a decent person like him to ride in the Su family's carriage.
"No problem at all."
Jiang Yifeng didn't dare to let Su Dongchu answer, otherwise the guy would most likely ask, "Are you worthy?"
In the past, Zhao Bingfang was an enemy, so it was okay to answer with these three words, but now that the Zhao family may be a partner, it is inappropriate to answer with these three words.
As he spoke, Jiang Yifeng took out a copy of "Water Margin" and flipped to the end, where there was a new poem written by Su Dongchu.
Seeing the new poem, Zhao Bingfang was like a person who has been hungry for a long time seeing food, and his whole body was immersed in it.
"To Disciples"
"One day the roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles."
When he read the first sentence, Zhao Bingfang felt that he had become a big roc, flying high with the wind, and using the power of the wind to soar into the sky.
It's a feeling of freedom, of no restraint.
"If the wind stops and comes down, it can still blow away the water."
"When people see me, they all sneer when they hear my great words."
"A sage can still be afraid of future generations, but a husband should not be young."
Zhao Bingfang frowned slightly after reading the last three sentences.
Compared with the grandeur of the first sentence, the next three sentences are like a kind of resistance after being despised, and there is a feeling of standing proudly alone in the world.
Could it be that Su Shikui was looked down upon by others?
impossible.
Su Shikui's poems were excellent, and he was able to earn hundreds of thousands of taels for the Su family. Except for his young age, there was almost nothing that could be looked down upon by others.
Young?
I see!
Isn't this poem written for young people? It tells young people not to care about the sneers of the world, but to spread their wings and fly like a big roc. Even if they fall into the rivers and seas, they can still set off huge waves.
good!
So good!
The more Zhao Bingfang read it, the more he liked it. He even felt that this poem was written by Su Dongchu to him.
Because he found that he was that young man who was particularly concerned about the world's opinions, so it was difficult to get over after suffering a failure.
If this wasn't admonishing him, what else could it be?
Also, the name of this poem is To Disciple, Disciple... Could it be that Su Shikui was hinting to me that he wanted to accept me as his disciple?
Zhao Bingfang has fallen into his infinite imagination, and the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that he has guessed it right.
Immediately, he carefully placed the script beside him, and then bowed to Su Dongchu.
"My dear teacher, please pay homage to my disciple Zhao Bingfang."
boom!
boom!
boom!
Zhao Bingfang kowtowed three times, causing the carriage to make a sound.
This sudden scene immediately stunned Jiang Yifeng and the other three, and they looked at each other with questions on their faces.
What's happening here?
He was so good, why did he suddenly kowtow and become a disciple?
Did something go wrong?
Su Dongchu looked confused and looked to Jiang Yifeng for help.
Jiang Yifeng hesitated and asked: "Mr. Zhao, what are you..."
"Become a disciple!"
With a smile on his face, Zhao Bingfang said: "Although my understanding is a bit poor, I still understand this poem. If I guess correctly, this poem was written by my mentor."
Jiang Yifeng: "..."
Zhao Bingfang continued: "I was successful at a young age and was known as one of the four great talents in Sioux City. I have always felt that I was the best in poetry. However, the Zhongyuan Poetry Society gave me a huge blow. I was so depressed that I didn't dare to go out to meet people."
"However, after reading this poem, it suddenly dawned on me... I want to be like the Dapeng. Even if I fall for a moment, it doesn't matter. Even the sages have said that life is scary. I believe that I can fly again."
"In addition, the poem is called "To the Disciple," so I boldly guessed that the teacher was hinting that I would become a disciple... Although my understanding is a bit poor, I will definitely not be wrong this time."
Your fucking understanding is not just bad, it's not there at all.
Jiang Yifeng cursed in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face, "Mr. Zhao, you are too humble. You can realize Dong Chu's true intention so quickly. There is no other person in Su City."
Zhao Bingfang asked in surprise: "So, I really guessed it right?"
"That's right, Dong Chu wants to accept you as his disciple." Jiang Yifeng looked at Su Dongchu, "Dong Chu, congratulations on accepting another disciple."
Hearing this, Su Dongchu was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Jiang Yifeng meant.
He nodded towards Zhao Bingfang, "From today on, you are my second disciple."
"Thank you, Master."
Zhao Bingfang was so excited that tears filled his eyes and he bowed deeply again.
At this moment, the haze of his loss to Su Dongchu disappeared, because it was a normal thing for a disciple to lose to his master.
"..."
As for Su Yingxue, who witnessed the whole process, an expression of disbelief appeared on her handsome face, and her eyes towards Su Dongchu became complicated.
Is my stinky brother so powerful now?
It only took him one poem to convince one of the four most talented poets in Suzhou City to become his disciple.
For a moment, Su Yingxue couldn't tell whether her brother was a naughty and mischievous demon king, or the Su Shikui in front of her who was as good as Wenquxing.
After thinking for a long time, she couldn't find the answer, so she could only tell herself secretly that as long as Su Dongchu didn't seek death, she, the sister, would never do anything again.
"Miss, uncle, we have arrived at Meishan."
At this moment, the carriage stopped and the driver's voice came in.
