Great Blue Night Watchman

"Boss Ding, yesterday I was in a hurry and promised to send you a poem with wine in your house. My mother repeatedly warned you that you should keep your word as a man. I came here today to fulfill my promise."

In a word, neither humble nor arrogant, gentle and modest, and also conveys good family tradition.

A young man sitting above the chief had a look of disdain on his face, but at this moment, his expression became slightly calmer.

His name is Zhang Haoran, but he has a great background.

Ding Hai's smiling face almost turned into a flower: "A famous person promises a thousand pieces of gold. You really deserve to be a famous person! ... Here comes the pen!"

A beautiful woman brought a tray to Lin Su. Inside was a precious pen and ten pieces of precious paper.

Lin Su picked up the pen and hesitated slightly: "Boss Ding, what kind of wine does your store serve?"

When I asked this question, the whole place was in an uproar, damn! You have been preparing for almost two days and you don’t even know what you want to promote. Isn’t this preparation work too inadequate?

Is this called a good idea?

Isn't it obviously a temporary idea?

Okay, let's see what good poems you can write. If I don't give you a hard time today, I will eat all the paper on the plate...

Those young men all seemed to have been beaten to death.

Ding Hai didn't squint, but he could see the reactions of everyone in the audience. His heart was also filled with excitement. Is it just a matter of coping with the situation? Although the price paid in the restaurant was lower, the price paid by the old man holding the mountain yesterday was even lower...

He is a businessman by nature. He seemed to be very happy last night and felt that he had taken a big advantage. Today he suddenly realized that he was a little out of control. As soon as the price he paid was low, others didn't pay attention to him at all. In the end, he was the one who suffered. Painful realization……

Ding Hai couldn't wait to start.

Time has passed and there is no turning back. Now it is not just Lin Su who is being roasted on the fire, but also Ding Hai. He has put up such a big battle and spread the news everywhere. If he asks for a straw in the end, Poetry, then Haining Tower will be discredited.

I hope you have some bottom line, and at least give me a white light poem.

"The main wine in our shop is called Xiling."

"Oh, what does it look like? Let's take a look?"

puff! One diner immediately squirted.

If everyone was only 50% sure about it at the beginning, now it is 100% sure. This guy was really unprepared.

Ding Hai still had a smile on his face, but his smile already revealed a hint of crying...

With a wave of his hand, a beautiful woman brought Xiling wine. It was light yellow and very beautiful. It was very beautiful when placed in a white jade bowl. Of course, Lin Su did not intend to drink it. He was really afraid of spoiling his appetite.

Advertising, isn’t it just exaggeration? In modern society, there are still celebrities who are almost vomiting when they advertise food, but they still insist: **It's so delicious.

Therefore, Lin Su advertised this wine, oh, no, there is no psychological barrier to writing poetry.

Pen down:

"Xiling wine tulips..."

There is no light, not a trace of light, this is just an advertising slogan.

The young masters looked at each other and were all excited.

"The jade bowl contains amber light..."

The silver light suddenly appeared, and everyone was startled at the same time. Chief Zhang Haoran's folding fan suddenly stopped fanning...

"But it makes the master drunken,

I don’t know where is a foreign country. "

Golden light suddenly appeared, and then the colorful light spread like a peacock, filling the entire restaurant.

The whole place was completely silent. Those who were picking up their wine glasses and preparing to drink stopped their hands. Almost all the folding fans in the air stopped fanning. Zhang Haoran shouted: "Okay!"

The young men at his table all looked at him as if he were an alien. This was the trump card they specially invited to subdue their opponents today. Surrendering without saying a word? Direct rebellion?

You have rebelled, what else should we do?

Can you still get him?

Ding Hai's first reaction was to reach out and grab the poem.

But when he held the poem manuscript in his hand, he remembered that today's poem originally belonged to him, and there was no need to snatch it away.

Lin Su smiled slightly: "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my duty. Farewell!"

He put down his pen, cupped his hand, and left the restaurant.

He walked so freely and freely that even the young masters had no room to react.

When Lin Su returned to Lin's house, he was still surprised. A young man in white stood in front of Lin's house and looked at him quietly...

"Your Excellency?"

The visitor smiled slightly: "I believe now that you weren't just showing off, but that you really weren't paying attention to anyone!"

"yes!"

"Why? In your eyes, everyone is unworthy of attention?"

"It's not a question of whether it's worth it or not, but a question of whether it's necessary." Lin Sudao: "If you think about it with your heels, you'll know that everyone here is a talented person. If you think with your toes, you'll know that there aren't many. I personally have good intentions for me. Since I understand it, why should I pay more attention? Since it is a different path, why bother?"

Haha... The young man laughed loudly: "Let me meet you. My name is Zhang Haoran. I am from the capital. They invited you to deal with you... but I rebelled. I would rather communicate with you than fight with you." High or low, life or death.”

Lin Suda was surprised: "Why?"

"I am a monastic and I believe in a mysterious feeling."

A monastic?

Lin Su smiled: "When they invited you here, did they ask you to chop off my head with a flying sword?"

"Do you think Taoists can only use swords? I can also use a pen!"

Lin Su was stunned: "Double cultivation of arts and Taoism?"

He is a practitioner of both arts and martial arts, and the person in front of him is actually a practitioner of both arts and martial arts?

"The dual cultivation of literature and art is also forced. You don't know how domineering my sister is. Three years ago, she dragged me up the mountain to decipher the ancient scrolls of the Heavenly Book for her. This caused me to miss the provincial examination, but it also unexpectedly allowed me to step on the road. Entered the Taoist gate."

"Haha, it seems that we have something in common. I couldn't activate Wu Gen and got Wen Gen by accident. You were killed by your sister and got Dao Gen by accident... Come in, you are the first person who came here after I became a fake scholar. A guest."

"Fake literati?" Zhang Haoran smiled: "A fake literati who wrote three colorful poems in a row?"

Three colorful poems?

A person appeared in the room, it was Lin Jialiang. His eyes were shining with strange light in the sunset: "Third brother, another colorful poem?"

Lin Su touched his nose sheepishly: "Second brother, this is Zhang Haoran, from the capital."

From the Zhang family in Beijing?

Lin Jialiang was slightly surprised: "Could it be the Zhang family from Green Willow Villa on the outskirts of Beijing?"

"I live in West Alley."

Oh, it turned out not to be the case. Lin Jialiang suddenly calmed down. When asked about today's poem in the restaurant, Zhang Haoran rushed to read it. After reading the poem, Lin Jialiang became addicted again.

Zhang Haoran sighed: "Thousands of years of colorful poetry, needless to say, poetic talent. What's even more frightening is that this poem is hung in the restaurant. With this poem, Haining Tower will soar into the sky, unstoppable. I really don’t know how lucky Boss Ding was to be able to find a peerless genius like Brother Lin.”

"That's not true, is it?"

"What's wrong? You wrote your own poem and you still don't understand the power of this poem?" Zhang Haoran said: "In today's world, there are frequent wars. How many people are far away from their homeland? If you can't return to your hometown in this life, maybe the only depression in your heart is Lin Lin's. Brother, I really know that, but it makes the host so drunk that the guests don’t know where they are in a foreign country. One sentence can convey the homesickness, but it’s hard to understand the taste with a thousand cups... Brother Lin, is there any wine? There should be wine when you sing this! "

A woman walked over from the setting sun, carrying a wine flask and a wine glass. It was Xiao Tao.

"Sir, should we have some meat or noodles and steamed buns for dinner today?"

After saying this, Lin Su opened her eyes wide in surprise. Is this Xiao Tao? Why do you talk like this? In the past, didn't she always come all the way from a distance: Master, are you hungry? what do you want to eat?

It's so popular and down-to-earth. I'm really not used to a formal sentence today.

But Zhang Haoran is used to it.

I am particularly used to Xiao Tao's tone of voice, but I am not used to what Xiao Tao says.

"Noodles? What are steamed buns?"

"Master, noodles and steamed buns are all new things that my master has developed today. Mr. Baoshan praised them highly, and so did my wife..."

Lin Su almost held her ears. Who taught her to talk like this?

I felt like I was getting goosebumps all over.

Zhang Haoran was overjoyed: "In that case, can I try Brother Lin's wonderful creativity?"

"Go and get some..." Lin Su waved his hand, and Xiao Tao left gracefully.

Lin Su's eyes fell on the second brother's face with exploration. Was it the second brother who taught him? There are only a few people in the family, and Xiaoyao definitely can't teach them, either the mother or the second brother.

What's the meaning? The Lin family is different, and the maids in the family have to keep up with the times? have to! It's better not to say goodbye. What a nice girl who can speak freely.

The second brother caught his brother's eyes, but he didn't know why. He was from ancient times, no matter how refined he was, there was no problem.

No one knew that after Xiaotao escaped from the scene, she took a deep breath, patted her chest, and walked out elegantly again. She told herself in her heart that I want to be a learned person, and I want to be worthy of the three. Young Master warms the bed...

This was all caused by Lin Jialiang's words today.

The steamed buns and noodles were served, and Zhang Haoran started to taste them. After one bite, he couldn't put down his chopsticks anymore. In one breath, he ate all the bowl of noodles and five steamed buns. He also ordered the wine he just ordered. Didn't even take a sip.

Inhale: "Brother Lin, if I weren't in front of a peerless genius like Brother Lin, I would really want to recite a poem."

Lin Su rolled his eyes: "You're just moaning..."

"Looking back at the treasures of my life, today I feel my stomach is just beginning to open up..."

"Haha, take a piece of paper and write it down! Let me see what color it is..."

Lin Jialiang really took the treasure paper, Zhang Haoran held it down and just recited it casually. If you really write it down, we will fall out immediately...

There was a fuss.

Zhang Haoran changed the topic: "Brother Lin's talent is really amazing. I wonder if he is interested in other things besides poetry and these fantastic ideas?"

"In what ways?"

"Such as the five elements, astronomy, arithmetic, etc..."

Five elements? astronomical? Forget it, of course I know about the Five Elements, but the people here are both Dao and Formation. You are the ancestors of the Five Elements. Forget it about astronomy. The astronomy I study is based on the earth. God knows what you are doing. Which universe and starry sky?

"You've dabbled a little in arithmetic, so what? Are there any arithmetic issues that need to be discussed?"

"I have a question, it's quite interesting."

"Tell me."

Zhang Haoran said slowly: "Brother Lin, listen carefully. There are 30 chickens and rabbits in the same cage, and 88 of them have feet on the ground. What are the different sizes of chickens and rabbits?"

Lin Su's eyes suddenly opened wide.

Lin Jialiang's eyes also widened.

But the two people's feelings are completely different.

Lin Jialiang was confused. How could he know how many rabbits and chickens there were? Although there is a Suan Jing on arithmetic, the Su Jing is just a minor theory and has not been included in the classic treatises of hundreds of schools of thought. Students like them are generally not good at arithmetic. What level can better people achieve? The level is roughly as follows: you directly tell him that there are 30 chickens and rabbits, 10 of which are chickens, and ask how many rabbits there are...

What surprised Lin Su was: It's such a simple chicken and rabbit living in the same cage, but you actually asked me seriously? Don't think I didn't see the twinkle in your eyes, you clearly think you can stump me.

Is this my level in your eyes?

Zhang Haoran completely understood it wrong. He really thought that this problem was too difficult for the two brothers. This boy was still very kind and well-educated. He quickly found a step by himself and said, "This problem requires calculation." , Brother Lin doesn’t have one here, so naturally he can’t give a direct answer...Let’s talk about another topic, Brother Lin is going to take the provincial examination this year?”

"yes!"

Before Lin Jialiang spoke, Lin Su gave the answer directly.

Zhang Haoran raised his hand, and there was a small bag in his palm. The small bag was unwrapped, and a lot of information was piled on the table: "Brother Lin, we felt like old friends today. Zhang is in the capital and has the right time and place. These information are from the family teacher." The annotated ones may be of some use to you."

Lin Jialiang was overjoyed. The information that had been annotated by famous teachers in the capital was a priceless thing.

"Don't you need it yourself?"

"My teacher is by my side. I can ask for advice at any time, but he is much more intuitive than you... Brother Lin, I will also take the provincial examination this year. Unfortunately, we are not in the same examination area. I hope we can overcome the difficulties and appear at the palace examination venue at the same time in the future." .”

He stood up and said goodbye, waving goodbye.

As soon as Zhang Haoran left, Lin Jialiang grabbed Lin Su and said, "Third brother, do you really plan to take part in this year's provincial examination?"

"yes!"

"There are only less than two months. In the following time, you must study hard day and night. Even if you still fail, you must go all out..."

"Second brother, to tell you the truth, I have already studied the Four Books, Five Classics, and the Collection of Histories. There is no need to close the door to study."

Lin Jialiang stared at him: "Nonsense, when did you read it?"

"You haven't seen me write poetry before, so why don't I know how to write poetry now?"

With just one sentence, Lin Jialiang was speechless. Although he was not a modern person, he still had the confusion of "do ordinary people understand the world of geniuses?"

Yes, I have never seen my third brother write poetry before. Now, isn’t he becoming a peerless poet?

Did he really study hard in secret?

"Anyway, you and I didn't have any expectations for this year's provincial examination. Let me try it in my own way first. If you pass it, I have the final say on how you study in the future. If you fail it, you have the final say on how you study in the future. Can it be done? ?”

Lin Jialiang nodded lightly: "Okay! Then it's a deal."

Turning around and walking towards my mother's room, my mother still didn't know about Third Brother's third colorful poem...

But after taking a few steps, he stopped again: "Third brother, although you are a hundred times more talented than my brother, there are still many skills in the provincial examination. I briefly looked at the information left by Zhang Haoran. The famous teacher's guidance is truly well-deserved. You have to seize the time to understand it carefully... But don't follow his example and delve into miscellaneous subjects. Miscellaneous subjects such as arithmetic are the most addictive and once you fall into it, it is the most exhausting."

Lin Su smiled: "Don't worry, the kind of pediatric questions he asked are not worthy of me using my brain, let alone being physically and mentally exhausted."

"Nonsense. Although arithmetic is not part of the scientific examination, it is also a university subject that is broad and profound. Third brother must not deliberately belittle it." Lin Jialiang's face darkened.

"I'm not belittling arithmetic, I'm just saying that the questions he asked are too easy."

Lin Jialiang frowned: "Third brother, can you solve it?"

"16 chickens, 14 rabbits!"

Lin Su went to his small courtyard. Lin Jialiang lowered his head and thought for a while, shook his head to get rid of distracting thoughts, and went to Mother Lin's side. No one noticed that Xiao Tao quietly returned to the room inside in the dark and took out the A box, inside the box is a calculation chip...

Mother Lin was waiting at the door of the room, her eyes shining slightly in the darkness.

Sanlang had just returned from Haining Building. Before she had time to meet her son, a student came to study. Once the three students were chatting and laughing together, it was difficult for her to get involved. It was time to know the result.

As soon as Lin Jialiang arrived, she asked directly: "How is it?"

"Another colorful poem!"

"Again... colorful?" Mother Lin's tone suddenly rose.