Tang Dynasty good doctor

Chapter 171 Brother, You Really Have a Talent for Poetry
The big smile on Di Renjie's face was not because Wang Ping'an said that his brain became more flexible, but that he had never done such a thing. He didn't even do it.Young people like novelty, he is naturally happy!

Di Renjie also ran to the table, picked up a pen from the pen holder, covered it with ink, came to the painting, and stood beside Wang Ping'an.

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "Brother, write first!"

Di Renjie quickly shook his head and said, "Brother Wang should come first. You are the elder brother, so you should come first!"

Wang Pingan also shook his head, pretending to be modest and said: "Brother, you should come first, and if the writing is not good, I will polish it for you!" These words were very powerful, as if he had learned a lot.

Only then did Di Renjie nod his head in agreement, and gritted the penholder with his teeth. He looked at the painting carefully, thinking about what kind of poem he should mention to be worthy of this ink and wash landscape painting.

A painting, no matter how famous the painter is and how high-level the quality of the work is, as long as it is painted on the wall of a restaurant, it cannot be well thought out. Generally speaking, it is all drunk and drunk , pick up a pen and do it in an instant, so most of this type of paintings are improvisational creations with a lot of randomness.

The splash-ink landscape on the whitewashed wall in front of me is the same, it is clearly a temporary work.Although it is a landscape painting, it is impossible to tell where the mountains and water are.

At both ends of the painting are towering peaks with jagged rocks and a few clouds floating on the top of the peaks.But between the two peaks, there is a big river with fast-flowing water. In the middle of the small river, there is a painting of a flat boat. Behind the boat is a boatman holding the tiller. scenery.

A very simple one, very freehand, and very elegant!
Di Renjie thought for a while, walked to the wall, found a corner outside the painting, and wanted to write!

Wang Pingan smiled and said: "Brother, what are you doing? If you want to mention the words, you must mention them on the painting. What are you doing outside the painting? It's not on the top, but in the corner below. Are you afraid that others will not see it? "

But Di Renjie shook his head and said: "No, I was just thinking, if my poem is not mentioned well, then if it is mentioned in this inconspicuous place, the owner of the shop can paint the poem with white ash without affecting the beauty of the painting. If it is mentioned on a painting, it will be difficult for others to alter it!"

Wang Pingan laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "You are so careful, you just proposed a poem, but you are so thoughtful, even the owner of the shop can paint your poem!"

He stepped forward and said, "Brother, stand aside and let the elder brother mention it for you, but it must be mentioned on the painting, and they won't be able to erase it even if they want to!"

To be honest, he wrote a poem in the upper left corner of this painting, and the first sentence is slightly pressed on the painting, making it impossible to paint over his poem. Once his poem is painted on, the painting will be useless!
Wang Pingan wrote a sentence, and Di Renjie read a sentence, and he read softly: "Chaoci Baidi Caiyunjian! Okay, brother Wang, your first poem is very good. Although it is an ink painting, it can be read from this poem. The color can be seen in the poem, and it can remind people of the bright scenery of the dawn, which makes people feel refreshed!"

Wang Pingan wrote another sentence, and this time Di Renjie read the poem a little louder: "A thousand miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day! Oh, Brother Wang, this sentence is appropriate for the situation, but it is not right for the river. Although it is an exaggeration, it is true. It is comfortable, and it can also give people a... how should I put it, a very joyful feeling!"

Wang Pingan said triumphantly: "Really, I just scribbled, it's nothing good. Let me write the third sentence!" He returned to the table, dipped the pen in ink again, went back to the wall, picked up the pen and wrote The third sentence!

As soon as this poem was written, Di Renjie threw away the pen in his hand, stamped his feet and clapped his hands, and praised loudly, shouting: "Good, good, good poem, good poem, good poem!"

He stared at the poem on the wall with bright eyes, and praised: "The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying. This sentence has a wonderful artistic conception, which makes people feel like they are in a painting. Although there are no apes, they can hear the sound of the apes. The cry and the mountain shadow are one piece. Inseparable, it is truly a stroke of genius, wonderful!"

Wang Pingan snorted, frowned, and said in a daze: "Is it good? I wrote it casually. This sentence is very common. I don't see anything exciting about it!"

Di Renjie grabbed Wang Ping'an's sleeve, his eyes were filled with admiration, and he said loudly: "Brother, if your poem is not wonderful, then the word wonderful may have to be redefined!"

He only called Wang Pingan Brother Wang, but now he called him Big Brother. This is missing a word, but it means that he admires Wang Pingan wholeheartedly!The people of the Tang Dynasty paid the most attention to poetry. If a person writes a good poem, it means that the person has a high literary talent. Some people may only write one good poem in their life, and there are only two good lines in this poem, but they are enough. Be famous in the world and enjoy a high reputation!
Wang Ping'an only wrote three lines of poems, and Di Renjie had a feeling that his elder brother's literary talents were probably much higher than his own, and that he would not be able to catch up with his own poems in this life even if he flattered him!
But Wang Pingan shook his head: "I'm really scribbling, scribbling, I don't know how to write the fourth sentence for your praise!"

Di Renjie was shocked, and quickly let go of Wang Ping'an's sleeve, stepped back three steps, stood aside, and said anxiously: "It's all my brother's fault, it's all my brother's fault, it disturbed my brother's train of thought, I won't talk, brother, you Think quietly!"

Wang Pingan sighed, and said: "I can't figure it out, I'm done, I'm done!"

Di Renjie almost burst into tears. He blamed himself for being bad and uttering indiscriminately. As a result, his elder brother couldn't write the fourth sentence. Such a good poem will be handed down to the world. If it is because of himself, he can't finish it...

His voice was choked with sobs, and he said in a low voice: "Big, big brother, little brother is wrong!"

Wang Pingan hurriedly said: "Brother, don't cry, it's worth crying about such a trivial matter!" He stepped forward and patted Di Renjie on the back to express his comfort.

"But because of my younger brother, this excellent poem cannot be completed and cannot be passed on to future generations. Didn't my younger brother become a sinner!" Di Renjie's tears were already rolling in his eyes!

Wang Pingan laughed in his heart: "You're still too young!" He stomped his feet and said, "It's not for anything else, but for you, brother. I have to finish writing this poem too, just make up a random sentence!"

He walked back to the wall and wrote out the fourth sentence!

Di Renjie looked up at the white wall, first wiped the corners of his eyes, then narrowed his eyes, then slowly opened them wide, the corners of his mouth raised, and slowly opened his mouth, a smile appeared on his face, and then the smile became wider and wider. Big, in the end he grinned all the way to the ears!
Wang Pingan took a step back and said: "The light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains!" He turned his head and said to Di Renjie: "Brother, I didn't make any typos, did I?"

Di Renjie grinned and shook his head, jumped up suddenly, jumped up and down in front of Wang Ping'an, hugged him, jumped up and down and shouted: "Brother, if you go to take the imperial examination, you will be able to pass the exam." , ranked first, my little brother dares to guarantee that with your poetic talent, I guarantee that no one will surpass you in the next few decades!"

Wang Pingan thought to himself: "It's not just decades, you underestimate me, brother!" But he said with a smile: "Really, there is such a thing, brother, I never thought that I would be so good at poetry. A little talent!"

Di Renjie shouted: "Brother is too modest, not just a little bit, but with great talent, I can't catch up with you in my life, I'm not even [-]% of you!"

Wang Pingan laughed and said, "Brother, you are too modest!"

While the two brothers were bragging about each other, several waiters came up the stairs, each holding a tray with dishes on it!

The guy in the lead was the one who gave Wang Pingan the pen and paper just now. As soon as he came up, he smiled and said, "My lord, have you finished your poem?" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wang Pingan and Di Renjie standing by the wall, The ink on the wall was still wet, but a poem was written on the painting!

There was a crackling sound, and the guy was so startled that he dropped the tray in his hand to the ground. He screamed and ran over. Looking at the painting, his face was flushed, and his eyeballs almost popped out of anxiety.

The guy shouted: "Oh, my grandfather, if you want to write poems, you can just write whatever you want, why do you scribble on this painting? This is the treasure of my shop, and it must not be desecrated! "

Wang Ping'an's face sank, and he said, "Others can scribble casually, but I can't scribble casually. What's the reason for this? It's just a bad painting. Is it worth the fuss!"

The guys behind also saw the poem, and they were all anxious, and they all shouted: "How can this be a bad painting, this is the treasure of the store!"

The guy before said angrily: "Do you know who painted this painting? It was painted by Yan Liben, Lord Yan! He was drinking in my shop. When he was drunk, he splashed ink. After he woke up, he said he would never paint again. There is no such landscape, this is an isolated copy, this is an isolated copy!"

But Di Renjie said with a smile: "Brother, I'm sure you're not mistaken, this painting is really Master Yan's own handwriting!" He looked at the landscape painting on the white wall, and said happily: "Master Yan is good at drawing figures, and rarely draws such large-scale paintings. The splashed-ink landscape, it is very likely that it is a unique copy! Big brother, only such famous paintings can be worthy of your good poems handed down from generation to generation!"

Before Wang Ping'an could say a few more words of modesty, the guy jumped up and shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about? What good poems can you write at such a young age? It's just scribbles, but you ruined this masterpiece. I'm going to arrest you and bring you to the police!"

Wang Ping'an snorted and was about to speak, but Di Renjie said, "Hold on, your words are a little unreliable. Did you ever say that we can write whatever we want, as long as we leave couplets or poems?"

The guy said: "I said it, but I didn't..."

Playing evidence with Di Renjie, can he pass it?Di Renjie's next sentence followed immediately: "But you didn't say that you are not allowed to write on this painting, did you?"

The guy was stunned for a moment, and he said stiffly: "Do you still have to say this? Anyone in Quanchang'an doesn't know that I have this master Yan's calligraphy in my shop, and who dares to write on it? Do you want me to tell you this one by one? No?"

Di Renjie nodded and said: "You are right. Everyone in Chang'an knows it. But you are confused. Do you think we are from Chang'an?" He pointed to himself and said: "I have a Taiyuan accent, and my eldest brother It's Xuzhou accent, you are the guy who greets guests, you can't even recognize our accent, so who do you greet, how do you greet?"

What he said was well-founded, and the buddy was stunned immediately, at a loss, not knowing what to do!
Wang Pingan laughed out loud, and in a lawsuit with Di Renjie, even if your head is made of granite, you will still be beaten to death!
(End of this chapter)