In the south of the Yangtze River, in another courtyard, the cold wind blows and the drizzle falls.
Changli stood in the courtyard, looking at the pear blossoms swaying all over the courtyard with a calm expression.
He stretched out his hand to catch a falling petal, then turned his palm and sent the petal down.
The pure and flawless petals slowly fell to the ground, and were blown away by the cold wind, leaving them covered in mud.
The delicate pear petals fluttered and swayed in the cold wind, but they could never fall on Chang Li's body.
They could only pile up beside him, forming a messy flower path.
A casual voice came from behind Changli: "You are in a good mood."
This sound sounded very pleasant, like the sound of an ancient cave flute, with a hint of coolness, but also with these ancient connotations.
Chang Li turned around and saw that at the other end of the courtyard, a middle-aged man in blue and long robe suddenly appeared.
He had an elegant appearance and impressive bearing.
His eyes were like cold stars in the night sky, hiding thousands of puzzles.
But when you look again, you will find that the cold star has suddenly disappeared, leaving only Calmness.
This is a person who can make people feel good at the first glance, and a person who can tell a story at the first glance.
Chang Li looked at this man, his indifferent expression did not change at all, he said: "I can't compare to you.
You planted all the pear blossoms in this courtyard and wrote all the poems in the courtyard, but you didn't dare to step out of this courtyard."
Hearing these words, the middle-aged man smiled helplessly, with a hint of dejection in his smile: "I would like to admit defeat.
Naturally, I will not walk out of this courtyard to face the eyes of the world."
"You are cowardly."
Changli said calmly.
The middle-aged man nodded: "Indeed."
He knew that he was indeed timid, but he still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, so let him continue to be timid.
When he said this, there was still a bitter taste in his eyebrows.
It was this bitterness that made him look much older.
This middle-aged man was the most talented scholar in the south of the Yangtze River with whom Changli discussed poetry when he was six years old.
After losing to Changli, he tied himself up and refused to step out of the courtyard again, because these two people discussed poetry.
The bet is that the loser will stop writing and ink, and will never enter the Jiangnan literary world.
At that time, this middle-aged man had a youthful spirit and did not pay much attention to the famous Huitong of the Fang family in Jiangnan.
He not only wanted to see what the legendary genius was capable of, but also wanted to teach Chang Li a lesson, so that he should not be arrogant and indulgent.
Therefore, under the instigation of a caring person, he made an agreement to discuss poetry with Changli.
And somehow, this agreement spread all over the south of the Yangtze River overnight, making countless people aware of it.
This agreement also turned from a private contest into an open and honest competition.
In this competition, if the middle-aged man wins, that's what he should do.
If he wins without force, if he loses, Because of this accident, he was pushed to the forefront, but even so, he did not learn the lesson, but was very interested.
He even made a bet with Changli before discussing poetry.
In the end, he lost.
I lost my reputation and my bet.
From that day on, he has been trapped in a cocoon, never taking a step out of the hospital.
Until he writes a poem that surpasses that poem, the thing that has always imprisoned him will disappear.
But this is not so easy.
Even though Chang Li is praised by the world for his talent, the poem he wrote at the poetry festival back then is still praised as the most spiritual poem.
However, over the years, this person has been stuck in his own ways.
If you confine your heart and spirituality in this small courtyard, how can you write a stunning poem?
Chang Li shook his head and did not comment on the middle-aged man's behavior.
With a flick of his large sleeves in the air, the man appeared on the stone table in the courtyard.
At this time, the drizzle floating in the air just dissipated. .
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The stone table that was wetted by the rain carried the chill, but the middle-aged man didn't worry too much.
He walked forward directly, sat down opposite Chang Li, and then said: "You are good at timing.
I brewed the wine three years ago."
The pear blossom wine is brewed and ready to come out.”
Being trapped in the courtyard for many years has made him feel a little calmer, and his relationship with Chang Li has gradually improved, and he can now be regarded as a friend.
Chang Li's clothes were not wet by the rain at all.
He glanced at the middle-aged man, Zheng Pingfeng, and said casually: "Your wine is worthless."
Another meaning is that it is not worthy of his covetation. .
Zheng Pingfeng was not annoyed.
He said calmly: "It's not worth the money, but it also cost me a lot of thought.
You are here to taste it and see how this pear blossom wine compares to last year's plum blossom wine."
He loved drinking and brewing wine.
After being trapped in the courtyard, this hobby was amplified to the point that he would brew a jar of wine whenever he had nothing to do.
Since the bet, Chang Li often came to this other courtyard to discuss matters with him, but he did not refuse at this time.
The dense altar seal was opened, and a fragrant aroma of wine came, giving the chilly spring scenery a soft taste.
Chang Li picked up the wine glass and took a sniff: "It's not bad, better than last time."
The plum blossom wine is better, although the plum blossom wine contains plum blossoms.
The coldness and the coldness of winter snow are a bit too cold.
Without the vitality and transformation of the falling snow and the coming of spring, this pear blossom wine is tainted with the taste of the transition between spring and winter, the harshness and the gentleness.
"Drank it.
After a glass of wine, Chang Li said this.
Zheng Pingfeng also put down his wine glass.
He shook his head and said, "Obviously you are too harsh.
My plum blossom wine obviously got the connotation that the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.
But you said that he didn't get the essence of the plum blossoms falling and spring coming.
I The same goes for pear blossom wine, which is fragrant but refreshing, but you said it was only tainted with a hint of meaning.
You really are, really."
After saying that, he shook his head again.
Hearing his words, Changli glanced at him again: "This is why you can never beat me.
You are too tolerant of yourself and only want to believe that outsiders are too harsh on you."
Zheng Pingfeng was speechless for a moment, and he said calmly: "You are right."
Over the years, if he has good poems, he will be sent to Changli to determine the outcome of Changli, and Changli's poems are better than his every time.
Once or twice, he was dissatisfied; three or four times, he was depressed; five or six times, he was peaceful and relieved; seven or eight times, he admired him; ten to countless times, his heart was as calm as water.
After being hit a lot, he got used to it.
Even if what Chang Li said was mean, he could still listen quietly.
"You came a little early this year."
He said while shaking the wine glass in his hand.
The clear wine swayed in the wine glass, and ripples spread out, just like the green leaves of water, with a natural meaning.
Changli replied: "I have nothing to do, so I might as well come and take a look."
Zheng Pingfeng didn't believe it: "You will have nothing to do.
The Fang family is not enough to keep you busy."
He glanced at Chang Li's eyes, and then said: "Is it because of your unsatisfactory sister?"
Although he was trapped in this small courtyard, he was not unaware of the outside world.
He was naturally aware of such important events as the head of the Fang family marrying his sister.
After hearing about this, he asked someone to inquire about He Yi.
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After collecting many wonderful poems and poems, he fell into deep thought.
Those who can write many excellent works are geniuses, and those who can write many excellent works with widely different styles are considered ghosts.
Although he didn't know why He Yi was able to write so many works with completely different styles, it didn't stop him from having doubts about He Yi.
As long as the doubts were not eliminated, his evaluation of He Yi would not rise higher.
Moreover, he also heard that He Yi took a concubine when he was less than three months old, and the woman he took was not a girl from a good family.
This is Fang's naked slap in the face.
Because of this, Zheng Pingfeng also had some disdain for He Yi's character.
Someone who disrespected even his married wife was not worthy of his praise.
At the same time, he also felt pity for Fang Xiu.
When Fang Xiu was young, Changli took Fang Xiu to see him, but as she got older, she stopped coming.
At that time, Fang Xiu, who was young and beautiful, was just like his daughter, which made him cherish her even more.
After Fang Xiu married so hastily and was unhappy after marriage, he had a feeling of hating her.
In response to his dissatisfied gaze, Chang Li said in a cold tone: "You also know that she is not living up to expectations.
I told her not to marry that day, but she insisted on finding He Yiren and would not marry anyone else even if she became a monk.
I What can I do?
Since she is asking for trouble, why should I stop her?
The path she has chosen will be taken until she dies. " Hearing his extremely indifferent words, Zheng Pingfeng lost his voice.
He sighed: "It is true.
The path you choose cannot be replaced by others, but..."
He looked at Chang Li with scrutiny: "After all, she is your biological sister from the same mother.
If you don't help her even more, then who will help her?"
Chang Li said: "Do you know how many people in the world have the surname Fang?
Do you know how many local branches there are in Jiangning?
Do you know how many direct branches of the Fang family have branched out?
In this world, everyone with the surname Fang may have the same bloodline.
Five hundred years ago, they could not be called my family, but they are all my relatives, so I want to help too."
Zheng Pingfeng was speechless.
He looked at the indifferent expression on Changli's face and really didn't know what to say.
He knew that this man didn't care about the worldly rules at all, but he didn't expect that he could be so indifferent.
At this level, he doesn't even care about blood relations, so what else does he care about?
Knowing that he is not satisfied with everything, Zheng Pingfeng regrets this on the one hand, and is happy on the other hand.
It is a pity that he is so indifferent, and there is one less romantic person in this mediocre world.
Fortunately, he is so indifferent, and there are less twists and turns in this busy world. .
He drank the wine in one gulp, and then asked Changli: "Why did you come here this time?"
Changli replied: "I need your help with something."
Zheng Pingfeng became interested: "What do you need help from?"
Changli ignored the ridicule in his words and said directly: "I want you to teach a junior for me."
"younger generation" Zheng Pingfeng thought for a while, then tentatively said: "Your successor" Chang Li's expression was indifferent, his eyes were like the moon in the night sky, cold and leisurely: "No, certainly.
If he has that ability, he can become my successor.
If he doesn't have that ability, he can be your apprentice."
Zheng Pingfeng was stunned, and he laughed and said: "Okay, you took him under your wing if he was a man who could be made, and if he was not, you pushed him to me.
You really made a good calculation.
Why, you look down on me so much " Changli raised his hand and poured himself another glass of wine: "What do you think?"
Zheng Pingfeng's smile disappeared: "Oh."
He said: "You are not afraid that he will not want to return to your Fang family after he becomes a talented person, but he is willing to become my disciple."
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Chang Li drank the wine, his face turned red due to alcohol, and he seemed to be drunk in his breath: "You can try."
There was full confidence in these words, obviously he was sure that Fang Chen would not worship him.
Zheng Pingfeng was his teacher.
Even though he was a little drunk, he was still very sober, so what he said was as sure as ever, but with a hint of ridicule, as if he was saying that Zheng Pingfeng was overestimating his abilities.
Helplessness appeared in Zheng Pingfeng's brows.
He looked at this man who was more than ten years younger than him but much more determined.
The wine he poured into his mouth seemed to have a bitter taste.
Finally, he asked: " Why do you want me to teach you?
Aren’t you better off yourself?”
"Not necessarily."
Chang Li replied, and the farness in his eyes suddenly disappeared, as if he had returned to his eyes from the horizon.
"What do you mean?"
Zheng Pingfeng asked again, looking at the man in front of him who suddenly became more angry.
He has always looked like a calm dead person in front of him, so it would be nice to be able to show some anger.
After spending many years together, he has already regarded Changli as an old friend.
What’s more, he has also watched Changli grow up, watching him change from a smart and talented child to a handsome and restrained young man.
In the end, in order to become famous in Jiangnan, The head of the Fang family, he can be said to have witnessed it at a glance.
On the one hand, he regarded Changli as a junior, and on the other hand, he regarded him as an opponent.
These two complex feelings intertwined and put him in a complicated state of mind.
He lamented that Chang Li was born like this, and also regretted that he was born like this.
So he asked again: "Don't you always think that I can't compare to you?
Why would you say such a thing today?"
Changli replied calmly: "At least you are better than me in one thing."
"What?"
Zheng Pingfeng asked.
"The ability to be happy even in defeat."
The wine in the glass spilled out, and Zheng Pingfeng put the glass down with helpless eyes: "You are really unforgiving."
The ability to be happy even when defeated does not mean that he has a good mentality, and repeated defeats and battles does not mean that he has always been in a winning position and has never experienced the state of defeat.
From this point of view, Chang Li is indeed not as good as him.
He was not busy wiping the wine stains on his clothes, but said teasingly: "I knew you had bad intentions."
Changli replied: "If you don't have good intentions, I will also send you a disciple with good qualifications."
Zheng Pingfeng sneered: "Maybe I worked hard to hand over my apprentice, but you kidnapped me in the end."
"You also said that he has returned.
He is originally from the Fang family.
It is not right for him to obey the orders of me, the head of the Fang family."
Zheng Pingfeng was speechless, and he said: "What a good calculation.
I don't know which unlucky boy you are interested in."
Changli shook his head: "He is not unlucky, but lucky.
I will train him as an ordinary person":