"Brother Jianyuan recently made some new ink and sent it to the old man. It is said that the ink named’ Nine Xuansanji’ is good, but it has some names …" He paused and added, "On the texture, Cheng’s’ Hundred Pomegranates’ and’ Jade Case’ are higher."
Xu Xuan nodded in his heart without revealing his face. The "Hundred Pomegranates" and "Jade Case" were all known to be the refined products in Hui ink of later generations, and the price was comparable to gold. It was the representative of Cheng Junfang, the master of Cheng’s generation, but the "Jianyuan Bro" didn’t know who it was, but since the ink was called "Nine Xuansanji", I thought it was Fang Yulu, the representative of Hui ink of later generations, and Fang Mo Dao.
Just thinking about Zheng Lao’s mouth over there, "Speaking of ink, it’s quite a bit of a miss Xu bro. There is half a piece of Li Mo in his hand … it’s a pity …"
Xu Xuanwen dazed was thinking of something and then surprised "Li Mo? Is it Li Tinggui ink? "
Zheng Lao took a sip of tea and nodded slightly. "Exactly!"
Li Tinggui is a famous ink maker in the Southern Tang Dynasty. It is said that Li’s ink is as hard as graphite, and its edge can be cut as a blade. Some people have done experiments. This kind of ink was copied from Hua Yan Jing for one and a half hours, and some scholars grinded the calligraphy "writing five thousand a day" for ten years. In the Song Dynasty, "a nobleman tasted a pill by mistake (Li Mo) and dropped a gold utensil in the pool for more than a year, so that those who are good at water can take it and get the ink color unchanged."
It’s amazing that there is such a good thing. It’s really …
Slightly surprised at this time also don’t think much.
In the dead of night outside the hall, the fisherman’s girl was wandering alone to see the sample. It was not short when she walked back and forth repeatedly-it was probably like this when she was fighting for ideas, but I didn’t know what she was fighting for at this time … Finally, she made up her mind and walked into the hall.
"Zheng, Zheng’s master Xu Gong Liu Er and Liu Er are going home."
"Huh?" Zheng Lao and Xu Xuan glances.
"Liu Er just remembered that I haven’t told Dad that if I don’t go back at night, I’m afraid I’m going to find my mother’s feet and it’s inconvenient for my legs to hurt. Maybe this time I’m coming here. Liu Er Liu Er is going home, and I can walk a little less."
"Well, then you can go back and say that coming back to live again and again is" Xu Xuan laughed.
"Er … if you go, you won’t come?" Fisherman girl tone some weak.
"Ha ha" Zheng Lao put the teacup and laughed. "It’s thoughtless of the old man. Let the driver give you a ride."
"No! No! Liuer will go by herself! " The fisherman girl shakes her head into a flower drum, but she looks very serious and serious.
……
At the beginning of the Hua Deng Xu Xuan and the fisherman’s girl walked down the street, it was already in Haishi, and there was a sound in the brothel music hall, which was far away, and I couldn’t hear exactly what I was singing, but it was also quite delicious.
"Really gone?"
"hmm"
"No change?"
"hmm"
"Well, in that case, the road … well, why don’t you change it?"
“……”
Of course, it is also a joke. I feel that this girl is a little cute and simple. At this time, some red lights on her face can be seen clearly. I think Xu Gong always plays tricks on himself and is annoyed.
The road will soon be finished.
"Castle Peak will never change its green water," Xu Xuan said briefly with his fist. "Goodbye!"
What kind of routine is this? Ah, but I’m used to this life anyway, but I’m dressed as a rogue in my bones … Er, it’s not right to say that hooligans are real, anyway, anyway, they just don’t have a good line, but … Oh, I don’t want to go home.
So the fisherman girl took long legs and went outside the city.
Yeah, I still feel that I can’t get married. Xu Xuan shook his head slightly and argued in the other direction. I haven’t been out since I was late anyway. At this time, I can just look at the night scene.
It’s only half a block away, and it’s raining again. Pedestrians are screaming and running. Xu Xuan turned around and the girl’s back over there is still vaguely clear. She didn’t take an umbrella to lean out of her left hand. She walked fast, and her long legs seemed to twist for a while and looked at the sky with her hand. Then she limped quickly into the night and misty rain.
Xu Xuan didn’t bring an umbrella, and soon he was soaked through.
Chapter 6 Smart People and Unreasonable People (1)
The cold rain soaked the clothes, which didn’t feel good. When sleeping at night, Xu Xuan felt that his nose was blocked, like a bug arch, and he always wanted to sneeze. The sound insulation effect of the room was also very general. You could still hear the wind and raindrops hitting the stone wall of the tile house outside the window, like noisy beans.
Occasionally, I heard someone running along the bluestone path near the wall. After a while, it was very urgent. After a while, it was all shallow water that was trampled. It was probably just that people came back from a brothel prostitutes’ house without an umbrella. So it was embarrassing enough to chuckle. At this time, the temperature of the body surface picked up and the feeling of warmth made Xu Xuan groan comfortably from his nose. Finally, it was through.
Change a more comfortable posture and think about that handsome girl named Liu Er with long legs. Now I don’t know if she has got home or sprained her ankle. It is estimated that it will be very hard. Then her consciousness will be a little confused. Different pictures will be mixed together, and there will be clarity, ambiguity, familiarity and strangeness. It will take a long time to sleep.
The next day was a fine day.
In the morning, the sun comes out from the clouds that haven’t dispersed yet. Because of the heavy rain, the sun is particularly refreshing. You can still see the blue sky on your forehead, and the tip of the blade is still green. Occasionally, there are round water drops rolling on the bluestone pavement, but it has dried up.
Xu Xuan asked for a bowl of soybean milk from a roadside stall, so he sipped it because he felt a little expensive. Now he is eating alone and not worrying about leisure. It is indeed enough, but he has not talked too much.
However, I also want to visit some old friends in the past. It’s a broken memory, and I don’t know whether it’s missing or true. My old friends always hurt my brain for a while, so it’s better to finally.