World Tibet Bureau

After experiencing what happened last time, she began to feel confident.

I asked, "Will you agree?"

Lu Cenyin winked and smiled, just like I was in the teahouse before, her cherry lips gently attached to my ears, exhaled Ruolan, and replied with a tooth for a tooth: "You think beautifully!"

I can't be bothered to pay attention to her vicious provocation.

Someday.

She will not resist aggrievedly like last time.

He will not be as playful and provocative as this time.

She will obediently surrender, willingly leaning towards me, as shy as the untouchable Ziwei, let me be gentle.

Lu Cenyin is as beautiful as a fairy, as calm as a general, as majestic as a flying phoenix, and as cunning as a rabbit.

Such a woman.

It can most arouse a man's strong desire to conquer.

She cannot escape.

I asked, "Where did those imitations of Zheng Banqiao by the wall come from?"

Lu Cenyin replied, "I imitated it."

This time it was my turn to be surprised.

Seeing my surprised face, she took a sip of tea and said, "I am the manager of Yingqing Pavilion, not a vase."

Since then.

Lu Cenyin got up, took out a pen, ink and paper from the study, closed her beautiful eyes slightly, concentrated on the end of the pen, and wrote a few words carelessly.

The words "rarely confused" appeared on the paper.

One official returns, three excellent poems, calligraphy and paintings.

This poem describes Zheng Banqiao.

Among the folks, Zheng Banqiao's paintings are more famous than his calligraphy.

In fact, his calligraphy is strong, coherent, and fresh and refined in a chubby figure, which is unsurpassed.

The most famous words "rarely confused" can be described as a household name.

I was amazed when I saw Lu Cenyin copying these words.

If you hadn't seen her writing it with your own eyes, you would really think it was authentic.

Lu Cenyin put away his pen and ink, and said, "This word is given to you, there is no charge!"

I asked, "You used to charge for counterfeit goods?"

When Lu Cenyin heard this, he gave me a blank look: "My fee is too high! There are several provincial collections in the vicinity, whether public or private, and there are authentic works of Zheng Banqiao in them, but the original works are generally not exhibited, and will be kept in secret. They invited me to imitate, and the works I imitated have been hanging in the collection for several years, and no one has found any flaws so far."

I asked, "Really?"

Lu Cenyin replied with a smile: "I'm a puppy for lying to you!"

She showed her writing skills on the spot, and I really believed it.

I asked, "Why did you only send me these few words?"

Lu Cenyin's beautiful eyes flickered: "Guess?"

I took the pen in her hand and wrote the postscript in the blank space: it is difficult to be smart, it is difficult to be confused, and it is even more difficult to turn from being smart to being confused.Put it aside, take a step back, and feel at ease now, not for the future blessings.

I asked: "The writing skills are not as good as yours, but you sent me this word for the inscription and postscript, so I made it up."

When Lu Cenyin saw what I wrote, her pretty face suddenly became dazed.

After half an hour.

She said lightly: "Banqiao's characters are elegant, elegant, playful and leisurely, a kind of self-entertainment aesthetic feeling to enjoy life. But why do you have to use Huizong's thin gold body with sharp edges and hooks as the inscription?"

Calligraphers in ancient and modern times, deeply influenced by the study of Confucius and Mencius, respect the mediocrity and softness, and most of the calligraphic aesthetics are based on "hiding the edge and harvesting the light". Even calligraphers with special personality also pay attention to "wrapping iron in cotton" , Soft on the outside and strong on the inside".

There is only one exception.

Song Huizong thin gold body.

Song Huizong was a subjugated king. When he was in power, he had internal and external troubles and was finally captured by Jin soldiers.

During his captivity, he wrote a desolate poem, "The westerly wind shattered the door all night, and the lonely house in the depression was dimmed. Looking back three thousand miles away from home, there are no wild geese flying south of the mountain." He died after being tortured and humiliated.Struggling and powerless, the emperor put his heart's resentment and resentment into the pen. The font is hard and sharp, like cutting with a knife and an axe, breaking through taboos and releasing them to the fullest.

Thin gold body is a kind of beauty that walks on the edge of calligraphy aesthetics. Its beauty makes people obsessed, heartbroken and frightened.

Lu Cenyin obviously saw the meaning of the words, sat down, took a sip of tea with her cherry lips, and sighed softly: "Su Chen... I sent this word to tell you that you don't have to use so much force, sometimes Take it easy, it might be better."

I replied: "Thank you! But I'm different from you. You can choose Banqiao Xianqu, but I can only choose Shoujin Liangfeng."

Lu Cenyin asked, "Why?"

I pointed to the wall: "Because there is not even a wall with a calligraphy and painting left in this world."

"May I ask about your family background?"

"can."

"Why are you always alone, uncle and aunt?"

"When I was eight years old, my father's eyes were gouged out, and my mother was nailed to the ground alive. I have been begging, beaten, and humiliated. I have also seen with my own eyes that the seriously ill uncle who adopted me took poison for fear of dragging me down. Suicide, then I met..."

"Sorry, I won't ask."

Lu Cenyin stopped her softly, her beautiful eyes flushed, and she looked at me with distressed eyes.

I said: "Don't talk about the past, let's talk about the present. After I came to Jinling, Xu Qing gave me a safe place to live. But Pei Xinghai, Lu Xiaoxin, Huang Muhua, no one wants me to live safely, and they all want to get rid of me. If I If you don’t cut them with a knife or a hook, you’ll already be dead when you fight for the red flowers. In fact, to what extent have I violated their interests? At first, I just saved Xiao Lan and his son.”

"But as of today, the home is gone, the restaurant is gone, I can only live here with you. Every step I take, there are barbed steel knives under my feet. It is not impossible for you to let me have the fun of Banqiao , When I have something to do one day, I can sit down and drink pure green bricks without impurities like you, I can do it."

Lu Cenyin was stunned, and replied: "I can't understand, but I understand."

I stubbed out the cigarette butt and said, "It's getting late."

Lu Cenyin got up, went in and took a set of pajamas and handed it to me, and said softly, "Go take a bath."

When I went to take a shower, she also went to another bathroom to wash.

When I came out, I found Lu Cenyin wearing a set of pajamas, stretching before going to bed.

some hell!

Since the last time, Miss Lu seems to have no defense against me at all.

The pajamas are made of silk, which complements her exquisite figure. From the tip of her nose, the smell of her unique body fragrance intertwined with shower gel, accompanied by the occasional touch of white onion when she stretches, is very tempting.

Does she think I'm mentally ill like a fool, or physically ill like a sick person?

Seeing me coming out, Lu Cenyin stretched not only did not stop, but raised her eyebrows, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, with a hint of provocation, leaning on her body with her waist down, her chest up and her bergamot behind her, her legs leaning back on the floor...

These seemingly normal movements, combined with her expression, would make any man's blood spurt and intolerable.

I hugged her waist, pulled her in front of me, and asked coldly, "Isn't this a little too much for you?"