I open a restaurant in Daqin

Chapter 238 Appreciating Poetry and Wine Tasting
In the evening, when the sun was setting, a knock on the door suddenly sounded outside Zhang Tao's room.

Zhang Tao frowned slightly, put down the book in his hand, and suddenly raised his head and said, "Come in!"

The door opened, and Wu Hua walked into the room with a tray in his hand, only to see that the oil lamp was already lit in the dim room.

Zhang Tao looked back at Wu Hua, turned his face away, and picked up the books on the table to continue reading.It's just that his eyes flickered, but he couldn't see it anymore.

"Ha ha!"

Seeing this, Wu Hua shook his head and smiled, came to Zhang Tao with a tray and knelt down, put the two appetizers and a can of rice wine on the tray on the table, and said with a smile: "Have you been bored these days? How long are you going to be bored?"

Zhang Tao cast a glance at him, and continued to shift his gaze to the book, without saying a word, as if he was reading the book seriously.

Wu Hua didn't urge him either. Seeing that he didn't speak, he just knelt quietly in front of him, looking at Zhang Tao with smiling eyes.

His eyes made Zhang Tao very uncomfortable. With his arrival, Zhang Tao's heart could not be concentrated on the book, and he couldn't even read the words when he was staring at him like this.

Time passed by little by little, and before you knew it, it was already a cup of tea time. Calculated with the time of later generations, it was almost ten minutes.

For ordinary people, this page is only a few dozen words in the book, and I don't know how many pages I have turned.No matter how seriously you read it, at least four or five pages are there, but Zhang Tao didn't even flip through it.

Seeing this, the smile on Wu Hua's face became stronger, and he suddenly muttered: "Confucius said, three people must have my teacher! Zhang Zi's Analects of Confucius has been read no less than a hundred and eighty times, and now I have this book, turning it over and over again. I’m afraid it’s no less than twenty or thirty times. Is it true that you stayed on this page for so long today?”

"However, there are some places in the book that are not understandable. Although there are only two people present, they might as well discuss it with each other, how about it?"

Zhang Tao's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this.

Look at what you said, are you kidding yourself?
Zhang Tao put down the book suddenly, and said, "What's the matter with Liyang Ling coming, tell me!"

"Hahaha!"

Seeing this, Wu Hua laughed, grabbed the book, put it aside, and said with a smile, "Can't you get bored anymore?"

Zhang Tao glanced aside, still sullen, and refused to answer.

"Come on, look at you stingy, is it still the Zhang Zi I know?"

Wu Hua smiled wryly, picked up the wine ladle, poured wine from the side, and continued.

"Confucius said that a confidant lies in communicating with one another, and a villain values ​​communication. Now that a confidant is no longer a confidant, what else can I say?"

Zhang Tao finally spoke, pouted and said.

Wu Hua trembled his hand pouring the wine, good guy, this is scolding himself for being a villain!

Seeing that Zhang Tao was still unwilling to forgive himself, Wu Hua hesitated for a moment, and said again: "Confucius said that a gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall, what does Zhang Zi think of this?"

Zhang Zi was taken aback for a moment, his brows were slightly frowned, which made him a little speechless.

In fact, he didn't quite agree with this sentence, but he couldn't say that Confucius was wrong.

The source of this sentence is that when Confucius traveled to various countries, he stopped in a certain country and won high officials and generous salaries.

However, at that time, the country was constantly fighting internally, and there were powerful enemies outside, and there was a possibility of subversion at any time.

So Confucius ran away with his disciples overnight. At this time, his disciples asked why the monarch insisted on leaving.

At that time Confucius said a sentence, if a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, he will inevitably harm himself.

The original intention of these words was to teach students not to mix unnecessary right and wrong, but considering the situation at that time, many Confucian students actually did not agree with these words.

After all, Confucius was desperate at that time. He was taken in by others, but he did so in the end, so as to lay the groundwork for his later suffering.

It always feels ungrateful.

"Okay, I can't say no to you!"

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Tao couldn't think of a good answer, so he could only wave his hands and said, "If you have anything, tell me!"

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, he laughed without words, held up the wine bar, and said: "I have a very strange poem here. I have been tossing and turning in the past few days, and there is always no one to share it. I am so lonely. I sent good wine today. I don’t know Zhang Zi. Would you like to taste wine and appreciate poetry?"

Zhang Zi was taken aback, poetry?
He has listened to a lot of poems in this world, and he doesn't talk about them. As for the Book of Songs, he can memorize them fluently, but he is also familiar with them.

He also basically knows the poems that have not been included in the Book of Songs but have been handed down. What other poems are worth drinking with him again?

Could it be that Wu Hua did it himself?
Thinking about it, Zhang Zi's eyes lit up, and he said, "Read it and listen to it!"

Seeing that Zhang Tao was aroused, Wu Hua was not in a hurry. He held up the wine cup and said with a smile, "There is no taste of wine in this mouth, and this poem will be tasteless after reading it!"

Zhang Tao was speechless, he was forcing himself to drink this wine!
After drinking this wine, there will be no chance to show off.

However, as a romanticist who is sad about spring and autumn, he is also a poetry collection enthusiast. There are good poems here, and he doesn't want to let them go.

Thinking about it, he picked up the wine cup, touched Wu Hua lightly, drank it down, put down the wine cup, and said, "Can you read it, my lord?"

Seeing Zhang Tao, who was angry for several days in a row, and now finally pulled out by his own thoughts, Wu Hua was relieved. Indulging in sex can resolve this kid's sullenness.

He grinned, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "Okay, let's change the sentence for one jug!"

"I'll start with the first sentence!"

As he said that, Wu Hua adjusted his mood, his eyes wandered outside the door, the sky had completely dimmed, and the night had slowly covered the sky.

Wu Hua frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and suddenly said, "I'm a stranger in a foreign land alone!"

As soon as Zhang Zi heard it, his heart suddenly jumped up. The first sentence gave him a feeling of boundless loneliness, and instantly reminded him of his current situation.

He has been shutting himself in the room for the past few days, saying that he is angry with Wu Hua, but in fact, Ya is not angry at all.

It's just that this catastrophe is approaching, and he suddenly feels helpless, as if his friendship with Wu Hua has gradually come to an end.

He wanted to go to Wu Hua, and the two supported each other, but they couldn't let go of their pride. Unknowingly, they were thick at the beginning, and then he couldn't speak at the end, making him feel like he was on a boat alone in the ocean. The feeling of loneliness is simply tormented.

Hearing this poem at this moment, isn't it just how I feel these days?
Alone as a stranger in a foreign land, with no one to talk to.

Thinking about it, he saw Wu Hua filled up the wine again and raised the bar to him.

Zhang Tao took a deep breath, picked up the wine bar, and drank it down in one gulp.

Wu Hua also drank it down, the wine baron put it down, let out a deep mouthful of alcohol, and said, "I miss my family more during the festive season!"

(End of this chapter)