Little Farmer Big Star

After deciding on the room, Li Fan and the man went downstairs.

The old man and the little girl had been waiting downstairs. Seeing them coming down, the old man and the little girl showed expectant expressions on their faces.

The old man would like to know if Li Fan will stay here? But he did not ask.

Li Fan smiled and said, "Old man, I think this place is pretty good. I will live here tonight. Thank you very much for bringing me here."

After hearing this, the old man was overjoyed. He could see that Li Fan was not reluctant to plan to live here, but really thought it was okay. The old man smiled and said: "Where, where, we should thank you for taking care of the business."

The little girl said, "Does uncle like this place?"

Li Fan nodded and said, "It's clean and simple, and it gives people a very comfortable feeling. Uncle likes to live here."

The little girl cheered and said: "I like it here too, but I like home better."

Li Fan smiled and said, "This is true. No matter how good the outside is, it can't be better than at home."

Then, the old man said goodbye to Li Fan. It was already dark and he had to rush home.

Li Fan watched the two disappear into the night. Although the sky is completely dark, it is not completely dark. The silvery moonlight has faded away from the boundless black. The moon tonight is round and bright.

After the old man and the little girl went back, Li Fan went to the city for dinner, and after wandering for a while, he returned to the hotel.

At this time, the night was getting deeper, and the full moon in the sky seemed to be brighter.

In the hotel room, Li Fan stood by the window, looking up at the full moon in the sky.

The full moon is always poetic and picturesque. Many ancient poets like to use the moon to write poetry, perhaps because of its poetry.

As the night got deeper, Li Fan lay reclining on a simple handmade wooden bed. The ground next to the bed was a faint silvery white, just like winter frost. It was moonlight coming in through the window.

Seeing this scene, Li Fan's heart suddenly moved. He thought of a very simple poem in his previous life, but it was sung through the ages.

For thousands of years, that simple little poem has resonated with countless wanderers, and it is one of the most well-known ancient poems in the past life.

That poem is the "Quiet Night Thoughts" by the poet Li Taibai.

Thinking of this poem, Li Fan sat up from the bed, got out of bed, and stood by the window again.

Li Fan had just left home and he didn't miss home at all, but for some reason, after thinking of the "Quiet Night Thoughts" in his previous life, coupled with the situation in front of him, Li Fan began to miss his hometown.

Missing is very weak, but very real.

This may be the charm of this eternal swan song, which can make people who don't miss home resonate in their hearts. If he is a wanderer who has been away from home for a long time, his heart is full of longing for home. Under such circumstances, he will see this poem again, and the resonance in his heart will be extremely strong.

Yue Baishuangqing, looking back at the moonlight through the bed, Li Fan's heart was suddenly moved and moved. He took out a writing brush and ink from the fairy margin space, dipped the pen with the ink, and placed it on the wall diagonally opposite the bed. Wrote:

"There is a bright moon in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground.

Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at hometown. "

There is no poem title, no signature, only these twenty characters.

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The next morning, Li Fan checked out and left the hotel. When he checked out, Li Fan told the man that if he stayed overnight in the town tonight, he would come to this hotel again.

Naturally, the man was extremely pleased, saying that the shop welcomes Li Fan to live at any time.

After Li Fan left, the man entered the room Li Fan stayed in last night, ready to clean the room, and then change a set of clean sheets and duvet cover.

As soon as he entered the room, the man noticed a few more lines of poems on one wall.

"Huh?" The man was a little surprised. The poem was obviously left by the young man last night.

"Where did he get the writing brush?" The man murmured in his heart. Naturally, he didn't prepare a writing brush in this room. The young man should have carried it with him.

"When I travel a long distance and bring the brush with me, it seems that he should be a person who likes calligraphy." The man thought again in his heart.

The man didn't think there was anything about Li Fan's writing on the wall without authorization. The shop couldn't be opened anyway, so just write a few words.

Then, the man took a closer look, and under this look, he was suddenly startled, not because he saw how good this song is, but because of the words themselves.

The man does not understand calligraphy, but he can see that the writing on the wall is excellent.

What a good way? He didn't know and couldn't describe it. He only knows that the writing is very, very beautiful, very powerful and unrestrained. This is the best-looking calligraphy he has ever seen.

A man doesn't like calligraphy. He thinks that no matter how beautiful the characters are, that's it. He also couldn't understand. Why do some people who like calligraphy say that reading those well-written characters is simply a pleasure?

Can reading a word be a kind of enjoyment? The man couldn't understand it. He had also read some words that were called a kind of enjoyment, but he didn't feel it was a kind of enjoyment.

Words are of course good words, but they are only good words. It is too exaggerated to say that it is enjoyment?

But now, when the man looked at the words on the wall, he suddenly believed what those who like calligraphy said.

Because, at this time, he really felt that it was a kind of enjoyment to look at the words on the wall. Those words are vigorous and unrestrained, beating like life, ethereal and immortal.

For a while, the man looked a little fascinated. He never thought that if he didn't understand calligraphy and didn't like calligraphy, one day he would be fascinated by a few words.

But he is really fascinated now.

It turned out that it was not that he would not be fascinated by the words, but that all the words he had seen before could not make him fascinated.

The man was in awe of the young man who stayed in the store last night. He couldn't imagine that a young man younger than him had such a profound knowledge of calligraphy.

He hadn't cared about young people writing on the wall before, but now, he suddenly became extremely concerned.

It is not to blame the young people for writing on the wall without authorization, but to write on the wall with such a profound knowledge of calligraphy that it is simply impossible to ask for a large sum of money.

The man became very excited inexplicably. Regardless of whether he can continue to open this shop in the future, it would be enough to let a young man with such a deep calligraphy write on the wall, and it would not be a waste of him to be here. It took nearly a year.

Originally, men would not have such thoughts. After all, art is imaginary after all, and no matter how good the writing on the wall is, it is not real money.

The man spent nearly a year here, not only did not make money, but also lost money. He wouldn't have thought of spending nearly a year here just because of a few words.

How can the time and cost of nearly a year be so low in a few words?

But the man really has this idea now. It doesn't matter whether it has been for nearly a year or the cost, it doesn't matter if it is spent.

Perhaps, this kind of thought will not last long for men, but it is true that he has this kind of thought.

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