Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 276: If Heaven had not given birth to you, Zhang Zhongchun, your lowly path would have been dark forever.

"Mr. Xia, Mr. Xia, is Zhang Zhongchun as talented as you?"

"He."

Hiss... Lao Zhang was suddenly speechless. He wanted to slander Xia Lin, but if he did, wouldn't that be equivalent to slandering himself as well? But if he had to praise him, he would feel a little uncomfortable.

So Lao Zhang chose to hurt the enemy 800 times and himself 13,550 times: "That Zhang Zhongchun is not as good as me, a good-for-nothing who was stripped of his official title, a playboy whose wife broke off the engagement, who is neither high nor low, and only relies on his poor mouth. He is not a good person. If you see him again, just scold him."

The purple-clothed girl looked stunned: "Do you have such a big grudge against each other? He didn't even say that about you, Mr. Xia."

"Put these details aside, just remember that he is not a good person. He is ambitious, shameless, and most importantly, lustful. You don't know how many ignorant girls he has deceived." Old Zhang cursed with gritted teeth.

"I really can't believe that the world-famous Zhang Zhongchun is such a beast."

At this moment, the black balls in Old Zhang's eyes were almost rolled up to the sky, and he just wanted to go over and scold Xia Lin...see what kind of trouble he had caused.

"By the way, you haven't told me your name yet." Lao Zhang walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back: "You are the only one who asked me along the way."

"As for me, my last name is Wu and my given name is Ning. But my grandfather said that the last name Wu and the first name Ning means there will never be peace, so except for my father, everyone calls me Shanmei. Mr. Xia, please call me Shanmei too."

"it is good."

Old Zhang looked around. He naturally knew where Xia Lin lived. They had communicated more than once. But if he took this woman with him, he would be exposed.

One lie needs thousands of lies to maintain it, and one flaw needs ten years of acting skills to make up for it.

Old Zhang walked forward quickly with his sleeves rolled up, while the purple-clothed girl next to him kept talking. Old Zhang was certainly not an easy person to deal with. People said that a room could produce two geniuses that only appear once in a century, and Old Zhang was the other one. His reputation was now at its peak, and his reputation among the people was even higher than Xia Lin's.

It would be easy for such a man to deal with a little girl, so the girl in purple was confused by what he said along the way. With the idol halo and Lao Zhang's good ability, she was really a little lost.

Moreover, she was enthusiastic and had money, and she insisted on taking Lao Zhang to her restaurant for dinner. Lao Zhang had no choice but to follow her. Only then did he realize that it was actually a genuine restaurant in Changsha city.

"A few days ago, Zhang Zhongchun sat here and taught me all night, but my father called me away in the middle. What a pity... But if it's Mr. Xia, he must be stronger than him."

The purple-clothed girl rubbed her nose and said, "I heard that Mr. Xia's calligraphy is very good. Can you leave a piece of calligraphy for my shop? Please..."

She was coaxing and acting like a spoiled child. Old Zhang was dizzy and hungry, and he couldn't stand her buzzing. So he sighed helplessly, "Go get some paper and pen."

After the younger sister agreed, she quickly took out the four treasures of the study and made room for a table specifically for Lao Zhang.

What's Old Zhang's level? Ten years ago, he was a world-famous calligrapher and painter. In the past few years, he has not fallen behind and has frequently communicated with contemporary masters such as Yu Shinan. Now his calligraphy and paintings are not only valuable, but even hard to come by.

He stood there gazing for a while, then took out the small map and started looking through it. After looking for a while, he felt that the Qinyuanchun Changsha that Xia Lin left for him completely fit the scene.

It happened that the building was facing Orange Island, and he was inspired to paint a top-notch landscape painting, and he just happened to copy this poem next to it.

After finishing the painting, he actually felt relaxed all over and open-minded. Looking at the sparkling Xiangjiang River under the moonlight, he was a little dazed.

But the people watching nearby were really astonished. Not to mention the literary talent, which not everyone could understand, but the paintings and calligraphy were something that could be appreciated by both the elite and the masses. How could the character of such a master in both calligraphy and painting be compared to that of ordinary people?
Even if Xia Lin Benlin came, he couldn't see the taillights of Lao Zhang's car in this regard. He spread out his words and paintings on the table, matched with the scenery outside the window.

Damn it, it’s the best in the world!
The little sister in purple first looked at the painting, then at the calligraphy, and finally savored the poem carefully. She felt a surge of heroic spirit coming towards her, and the figure standing in the autumn wind and gazing towards the north suddenly stood up.

That's right, it is this kind of vision and perspective, bold and unrestrained, that are worthy of the Xia Daosheng in his mind. No one else can write such words or draw such a picture.

"Mr. Xia, please eat quickly. Have a good rest after eating. I will come to play with you tomorrow morning. Shopkeeper Chen, Shopkeeper Chen, come here and prepare a room for Mr. Xia! Tell him to have a good rest later. Remember to prepare hot water for him. He is tired from the journey and he should have a good sleep."

She was busy and busy, and when the ink on the calligraphy and painting was a little dry, she found an excuse to roll up the calligraphy and painting and ran away. Old Zhang saw that she left in a hurry, and he was finally relieved, at least she was gone...

He was really exhausted. After all, it took him several days to travel the six hundred or seven hundred miles here. The weather was getting colder along the way, so he really couldn't sleep well.

At this moment, the little sister in purple kicked open the door of a framer's shop with the calligraphy and painting, watched him frame the calligraphy and painting, and then rolled up the painting and came to her sisterhood.

This sisterhood is a women's reading club organized in response to her call. In the beginning, everyone was still reading, but later on, fewer and fewer people read, and more and more people started to chase stars. There are now dozens of people in the club, all of whom are daughters of officials and wealthy businessmen in the city. Ordinary people are not even in their eyes.

“Sisters!!!”

Shanmei kicked open the door of the sorority and rushed in with a flushed face. At this time, a woman in a long skirt raised her head with a smile and glanced at her charmingly: "What's the matter? Did you ask someone to pry open your stubborn pecan?" These words filled the courtyard with a happy atmosphere, and the girls around knew that this was saying that she was still an ignorant child.

But Shan Mei obviously didn't care. She held the newly framed scroll in her hand and said, "Guess what I'm holding?"

"Whose noble family gave you these precious calligraphy and paintings? Don't show off. They are all fakes."

"You're talking nonsense." Shan Mei snorted twice: "Xia Daosheng wrote this calligraphy and wrote this lyrics himself! The ink is not dry yet!"

There is one thing that is very amazing about Xia Lin, that is, although he is not in the martial arts world, the girls in the martial arts world are still obsessed with him. Those who have seen him miss his face, and those who have not seen him miss his talent. The thirty poems on the Tengwang Pavilion are still being sung today. What girl in the world can resist such temptation?

And now that Shanmei had shouted, the sisters in the sorority were probably going crazy. They were originally quiet and elegant, but now they became like monkeys running around.

"I'll see, I'll see!"

"Let me see it first!"

They were scrambling to grab it, and Shan Mei was afraid that they would break it, so she screamed, "Don't grab it! I'll put it down so everyone can watch it together."

As she said this, she placed the scroll in the octagonal pavilion as if it were some precious treasure. The girls gathered around it. As the scroll unfolded, the night view of the mountains and rivers and the cool handwriting were clearly imprinted in their eyes and hearts.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Someone couldn't help screaming, and Shanmei covered her mouth with her hand: "Shut up, don't let your saliva splash on my baby."

At this moment, someone suddenly noticed something was wrong: "Shan Mei, something is wrong. Look at the signature seal."

Only then did Shanmei move closer to take a closer look at the seal, and it clearly read - Zhang Shuo of Luoshui.

"Huh?" Shan Mei was stunned for a moment: "Who is Zhang Shuo?"

"You don't even know Zhang Shuo?" Someone reminded him, "Zhang Shuo is Zhang Zhongchun! Zhang Zhongchun!!! He is the young master of Xia Daosheng's family, Zhang Zhongchun is an expert in calligraphy and painting, and Xia Daosheng is a genius in poetry!"

"what?"

Shanmei was stunned for a moment, her mind was a little confused.

Zhang Zhongchun? Isn’t Zhang Zhongchun the pale-faced scholar from that night?

"But I remember Zhang Zhongchun didn't look like that."

The woman who had teased Shan Mei before laughed and said, "Zhang Zhongchun, his face is like a peach waiting for the spring breeze, and his smile is like soft jade startling a wild goose. The one who loves to smile is Zhang Zhongchun, and the one with a cold face is Xia Daosheng."

"Does Zhang Zhongchun have a teardrop mole under his eye?" Shan Mei pointed at the corner of her eye: "This place."

"I've been to Fuliang. The one with the teardrop mole is Xia Daosheng." The woman who spoke smiled. Her family was a merchant family. She had been to Fuliang to accompany her father during the New Year. She had seen Xia Daosheng once at the gate of the government office. "He had fair skin and a cool face, but he had a pair of charming fox eyes. The eyes were a little round at the beginning, and the tails were upturned. There was a teardrop mole under the eyes."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Shan Mei suddenly covered her head and screamed, "It's over, it's over!!! Xia Daosheng and Zhang Zhongchun, they can actually play like this???"

After the sisters asked this question in unison, they found out that the Zhang Zhongchun that Shanmei had met before was Xia Daosheng, and the Xia Daosheng she met today was Zhang Zhongchun.

But what shocked them even more was that Zhang Zhongchun and Xia Daosheng were both in Changsha City at this moment!

He definitely couldn't be let off. It was already dark in the evening, and a dozen young girls rushed straight into Shanmei's main store. After asking a few questions, they rushed into Lao Zhang's house without saying a word.

But when they broke into the house, it was already empty. It was obvious that the girls had come to nothing.

At this moment, one of them suddenly threw himself on the quilt on the bed and sniffed it hard: "Ah... the quilt that Zhang Zhongchun had covered with..."

"Catch this nymphomaniac for me." Shan Mei was a little furious at this moment: "Okay, okay, they played tricks on me like this, I will dig three feet into the ground to dig them out!"

(End of this chapter)