"What did Mr. Gu just say?"
"You don't know, but my restaurant is a bit special. No outside drinks are allowed."
Hearing this, Xiang Zhirou said nothing, but Xiaohong frowned and shouted:
"What's so special? When you open your business, you should meet the needs of your customers."
"My young master is not asking you to do anything difficult. Isn't it okay to just bring some drinks outside?"
After all, Xiao Hong was also a maid in Prince Jing's Mansion. She had met many important people in her daily life and had learned some aura. Now, when she launched an attack, she really looked like someone.
It's a pity that Gu Beichuan was not moved at all. He just said with a smile that made people unable to find fault, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"you……"
"That's enough!" Xiao Hong wanted to say more, but was stopped by Xiang Zhirou, and she suddenly felt aggrieved.
Xiang Zhirou knows that since everyone can write such poems and essays, they must be very high-spirited. How could they be frightened by your three-legged cat kung fu.
Besides, she came out this time just for Gu Beichuan.
How can we start a conflict as soon as we meet?
"Xiao Hong, if you feel uncomfortable staying here, just go back earlier."
"Don't rush into Mr. Gu."
"Young Master..." Xiaohong was stunned. This was the first time in so many years that she saw the young lady talking to her in this tone. She immediately panicked and there was a vague mist in her eyes.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Don't get into any conflict because of me." Gu Beichuan said.
When Xiaohong heard what he said, she stopped talking and followed Xiang Zhirou honestly, acting as a transparent person.
"Mr. Gu, since this drink cannot be taken outside, can I finish it here?"
"What are you talking about, Master? Drinks are just for drinking. Master, if you want to drink, that's all right." Gu Beichuan was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry.
"But, with so much wine, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to finish it all by myself."
"If Mr. Gu is not busy, why don't you come with me and have a few drinks?"
Xiang Zhirou said what she was thinking, her eyes full of expectation, but also hiding a bit of shyness.
Gu Beichuan wanted to refuse, but looking at the other party's eyes, for some reason, his heart softened.
Furthermore, he almost provoked a conflict between their master and servant. It would be a bit unreasonable to not agree to this request at this time.
So he had no choice but to say: "Since the young master is so elegant, Beichuan should accompany you."
"Master Gu, please take a seat!" Xiang Zhirou said trying her best to suppress the joy in her tone.
Afterwards, the two drank and talked freely.
In fact, it was said that they were talking freely, but more often than not, Xiang Zhirou was asking questions and Gu Beichuan was answering.
After talking for a while, Gu Beichuan became confused.
Why does this young man from an aristocratic family act like a curious child?
I like to ask everything and want to know everything.
After finding out that he was from Jiangnan, he asked around Jiangnan.
For example, what is the difference between Jiangnan and Huainan?
What are the authentic delicacies in Jiangnan?
It is said that the skin of Jiangnan women is so tender that you can pinch water. Is it true?
Gu Beichuan had no choice but to answer them one by one.
As for Xiang Zhirou, the more she talked, the happier she became.
Because Gu Beichuan seemed to know everything and know everything.
No matter what she asked, Gu Beichuan could give an answer.
Even if you really don’t know, you can still give a unique insight.
This made her admire Gu Beichuan even more. He was worthy of Gu Beichuan.
He must have walked many roads that ordinary people have never walked, and seen many scenery that ordinary people have never seen before, so that at such an age, he can write such poems and essays that are shocking to the world and make people cry.
After three rounds of wine, Xiang Zhirou's cheeks were filled with clouds.
This time it wasn't that I was shy, but that I was a little drunk.
Just now, she only drank one sip of each wine. It was really not because she was picky, but because she didn't have the capacity to drink.
Most of the four bottles of wine on the table went into Gu Beichuan's stomach.
But even so, she was still a little tipsy.
In a daze, she raised her head and looked out the window.
The originally lush, emerald green color has gradually faded and been replaced by a withered yellow tone that symbolizes desolation.
This is autumn!
Since ancient times, autumn has been so deserted, so impersonal, and never pleasing to people.
It would be great if I could meet everyone Gu in spring, Xiang Zhirou thought.
Thinking of this, she suddenly had an idea and said:
"Brother Gu, we hit it off right away."
"My little brother admires Brother Gu's literary talent. It coincides with this situation. I wonder if Brother Gu can write a poem for me?"
"Writing poetry?" Gu Beichuan was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's fine, I haven't written poetry for some time."
Hearing that Gu Beichuan was about to compose a poem, other guests in the restaurant also pricked up their ears.
You know, the reason why Gu Beichuan is so famous now is not because he can make wine.
These days, being able to make wine is not a big deal.
Only if you can read!
Even better if he can compose poetry!
If he hadn't become famous at the Huainan Poetry Fair, who would know who Gu Beichuan is now?
Some guests even stopped eating altogether, stopped eating and looked at Gu Beichuan, waiting for his next words.
If a masterpiece that is famous in Huainan can be released today at Feihong Restaurant, the business will be much better, Gu Beichuan thought.
"I wonder what title you want Beichuan to give your poem?"
"How about we use autumn as the theme?"
Autumn?
There were also many scholars among the diners present. When they heard this topic, they couldn't help but frown.
You know, in poetry and songs, autumn has always been linked to sadness.
It has almost become a law of poetry that one must express sadness every time of autumn.
But throughout the ages, there have been so many excellent works about the sadness of autumn, and this subject has long been written badly.
It’s difficult to write something new!
But if you can't write anything new, I'm afraid Gu Dong's family won't be able to come to Taiwan.
This person... I'm afraid he is trying to make things difficult!
Everyone present held their breath and concentrated, for fear of disturbing Gu Beichuan, but at the same time they couldn't help but worry about him.
Even Xiang Zhirou herself realized the inappropriateness of this subject matter.
But she really didn't mean it. She was just looking at the bleak and lonely autumn scenery outside the window, and the sadness in her heart was unbearable.
At the same time, I felt a little regretful about why I couldn't meet everyone Gu in the spring, so I blurted it out subconsciously.
But at this time, it was too late to change his mind.
After all, you decided on the theme, and now you have to change it.
On the one hand, I lost my etiquette.
On the other hand, they also don’t trust Gu everyone’s poetic attainments.
Therefore, Xiang Zhirou was caught in a dilemma. For a moment, I lost my mind and didn't know what to do.
However, Gu Beichuan always had a slight smile on his face, without any worries.
I looked up out of the window and saw a red-crowned crane soaring upward, flying through the clouds and mist with the blue sky as the background.
Immediately he had an idea, moistened his throat, and said:
"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring."
“A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky!”
When the poem is finished, you can hear the needle drop in the whole restaurant!
