Chapter 170: Brother, you really have the talent for writing poetry

Di Renjie had a big smile on his face, not because Wang Ping'an said that he was smarter, but because he had never done such a thing before. He had never left a book on the wall, and he had never left it. As for leaving a poem for a precious masterpiece, he had never done such a thing. Young people like novel things, so he was naturally happy!

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

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

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

Wang Ping'an also shook his head and pretended to be modest, "Brother, please come first. If you don't write well, I will polish it for you!" This was said with great momentum, just like he was so knowledgeable.

Di Renjie nodded and agreed, biting his pen with his teeth, looking at the painting carefully, thinking in his mind what kind of poem should be mentioned to be worthy of this ink-wash landscape painting.

No matter how famous the painter who paints it is or how high the work it is, as long as it is painted on the walls of a restaurant, it cannot be carefully considered. Generally speaking, it is a drink that makes you feel excited, and you can write it in an instant. Therefore, this type of painting is mostly improvised and very casual.

The same is true for the ink-splashing landscape on the pink wall in front of you. It is clearly a temporary work. Although it is a landscape painting, you can't see where the mountains or water it is.

At both ends of the painting are high peaks that are towering into the clouds. The peaks are rugged with rocks and a few clouds float on the top. But between the two peaks is a big river, with a turbulent river water. In the middle of the river, there is a small boat painted with a boatman behind the boat and a rudder pole. In front of the boat is a scholar, with fluttering clothes, as if he is enjoying the scenery on both sides.

A very simple picture, very freehand and elegant!

Di Renjie thought for a while, walked to the wall, found a corner outside the painting, and wanted to write!

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "Brother, what are you doing? If you want to lift the characters, you will naturally have to lift them on the painting. What are you doing when you run outside the painting? It's not the top, but the corner below. Are you afraid that others will see it?"

Di Renjie shook his head and said, "No, I'm thinking that if my poem is not well mentioned, then in this inconspicuous place, the owner of the shop can paint the poem with white ash, which will not affect the beauty of the painting. If it is put on the painting, it will be difficult for others to modify it!"

Wang Ping'an laughed and shook his head and said, "You are meticulous and just mentioned a poem. You have thought so carefully that you can even imagine the poems you have when the store owner paints you!"

He walked forward and said, "Brother, please stand aside and see if the elder brother brings it to you, but he just wants to put it on the painting so that they can't even paint it off!"

Honestly, he wrote a poem in the upper left corner of his painting. The first sentence was slightly pressed on the painting, making people unable to paint it even if they wanted to paint it. Once he painted his poem, the painting would be a waste!

Wang Ping'an wrote a sentence, Di Renjie read it, and he said softly: "Don't leave Baidi in the colorful clouds in the morning! Okay, Brother Wang, your first poem is very well written. Although it is an ink painting, you can see the color from this poem, and it can remind people of the bright scenery of dawn, and feel great!"

Wang Ping'an wrote another sentence, and this time Di Renjie's voice became slightly louder: "A thousand miles of Jiangling will be back in one day! Oh, Brother Wang, this sentence is in line with the situation, but it is not right. The river is turbulent. Although it has an exaggeration, it is just right for freehand paintings, and it can also give people a...how to say it, it's a very joyful feeling!"

Wang Ping'an said proudly: "Is that so? I'm writing randomly, nothing good. Let's see if I write the third sentence!" He returned to the table, stained the pen with ink, walked back to the wall, picked up the pen and wrote the third sentence!

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

His eyes shined, staring at the poem on the wall, and praised: "The sound of apes on both sides of the shore cannot stop crying. This sentence is so wonderful that it makes people feel like they are in the painting. Although there are no monkeys, they hear the sound of apes. The cry and the shadow of the mountain are inseparable. They are actually a stroke of magic and wonderful!"

Wang Ping'an said oh, frowned, and said in a daze: "Is it great? I wrote it casually. This sentence is very ordinary. I didn't see any exciting things!"

Di Renjie grabbed Wang Ping'an's sleeve, his eyes full of admiration, and he shouted: "Brother, if your poem is not yet wonderful, the word "exciting" is probably redefined!"

He originally just called Wang Ping'an the eldest brother Wang, but now he changed his words and called him Big Brother. This missing word means that he admired Wang Ping'an wholeheartedly! The Tang people value poetry the most. If a person writes a good poem, it means that he 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 it is enough to be famous in the world and gain a reputation!

Wang Ping'an only wrote three lines of poetry, and Di Renjie felt that his elder brother's literary talent was probably much better than him. He was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with his poetry writing in his life!

Wang Ping'an shook his head, "I'm really writing randomly, 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 sleeves, took three steps back, stood aside, and said anxiously: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. It disturbed my brother's thinking. I won't speak anymore. Brother, think quietly!"

Wang Ping'an sighed and said, "I can't think of it, my talents are gone, and my talents are gone!"

Di Renjie almost cried in a hurry. He blamed himself for his bad luck and spoke randomly, which resulted in his elder brother not being able to write the fourth sentence. Such a good poem will definitely be passed down to the present. If he could not finish writing it because of himself...

His voice was already choked and he whispered: "Big, brother, I'm wrong!"

Wang Ping'an hurriedly said, "Brother, don't cry, this little thing is worth crying!" He walked up and patted Di Renjie on the back to show comfort.

"But this wonderful poem cannot be completed because of my younger brother and cannot be passed on to future generations. Wouldn't I become a sinner?" Di Renjie's tears were already spinning in his eyes!

Wang Ping'an was amused in his heart: "It's still too young!" He stomped his feet and said, "Not for anything else, just for your brother, I have to finish writing this poem and make up a random sentence!"

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

Di Renjie looked up at the pink wall, wiped the corners of his eyes first, then narrowed his eyes, then slowly opened his mouth, slowly opened his mouth, and smiled on his face, and then his smile grew bigger and bigger. Finally, his mouth was grinning at the edge of his ears!

Wang Ping'an took a step back and said, "The boat has passed thousands of mountains!" He turned around and said, "Brother, I didn't write any typos, right?"

Di Renjie shook his head with a big mouth, suddenly jumped up, jumped to Wang Ping'an's side, hugged him, and jumped and shouted: "Brother, if you go to the imperial examination, you will definitely be able to pass the imperial examination and rank first. I dare to guarantee that with your poetry, no one will surpass you in the next few decades!"

Wang Ping'an thought to himself: "It's not just decades, you underestimated me too much!" But he smiled and said, "Is that true? Brother, I never thought that I still have such a little talent in writing poetry!"

Di Renjie shouted: "Brother is too humble, not just a little bit, but my great talent is not as good as you in my life, and I can't catch up with you!"

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "Brother, you are too humble!"

While the two of them were praising each other, several guys walked upstairs, each holding a tray with dishes on it!

The leading man was the one who gave Wang Ping'an just now. As soon as he came up, he smiled and said, "Young Master, have you written a poem?" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wang Ping'an and Di Renjie standing by the wall, and the ink on the wall was not dry, and a poem was actually mentioned on the painting!

With a crackling sound, the guy was so shocked 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 eyes were almost popping out.

The guy shouted, "Oh, my grandfather, if you want to write poems, it's fine, why do you write randomly on this painting? This is the treasure of my shop, and it must not be desecrated!"

Wang Ping'an's face sank and said, "If others do whatever they want, they can do whatever they want, but if I do whatever they want, I can't write it randomly. What's the reason? Just a bad painting, is it worth making such a fuss!"

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

The guy said angrily: "Do you know who painted this painting? It was painted by Lord Yan Liben! He drank in my shop, and after drinking, he splashed ink. After sobering up, he said that he could never draw such a landscape again. This is a lonely book, this is a lonely book!"

Di Renjie smiled and said, "Brother, I'm not wrong. This painting is really the handwriting of Lord Yan!" He looked at the landscape painting on the pink wall and said happily: "Lord Yan is good at painting characters and rarely paints such large-scale ink-splashing landscapes. I think it's very likely to be a lonely book! Brother, only such a lonely book is worthy of your good poems passed down from generation to generation!"

Before Wang Ping'an could say a few more humble words, the guy jumped and shouted: "What are you talking nonsense? What good poems can you write at such a young age? It's just a letter of graffiti, but it ruined this masterpiece. I want to capture you to meet the official!"

Wang Ping'an snorted and was about to speak, but Di Renjie said, "Stop, you are a little unreliable. Have you ever said that we can write whatever we want, just leave couplets or poems?"

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

Can he play with Di Renjie before playing evidence? Di Renjie's next sentence was followed by: "But you haven't said that you are not allowed to write on this painting, right?"

The guy was stunned and said stubbornly: "Do you still want to say this? Who in Chang'an knows that there is this calligraphy of Lord Yan in my shop? Who dares to write it randomly? Do I have to tell you one by one?"

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 has a Xuzhou accent. You are the client who greets guests. You can't even hear our accent. Then who else are you calling? How did you greet?"

This was said with reasonable grounds, and he was stunned by the questioning of the client, at a loss, and didn't know what to do!
Chapter completed!