Low Key Star

  Chapter 172 [172] Death-free Gold Medal

  Lin Fu was an ancient man more than a hundred years ago. If it was written by him on his deathbed, then these two pieces of paper could be regarded as antiques.

Listening to Gu Yutang's instructions, Zhang Yang didn't dare to pick up the two pieces of paper, turned around, and looked at the content written on the first piece of paper. Since there were no punctuation marks, he had to punctuate the sentence by himself, and it was in traditional Chinese, so he could see it clearly. Very carefully.

  The character is Xingkai. Gu Yutang said that it was written by Lin Fu on his deathbed, but judging from the handwriting alone, it is hard to imagine that it was written by a dying person. It is elegant and elegant, with a strong charm:

   Zi said that those who are born to know are the best, Han Changli said that people are not born to know, and those who are born to know are not human?

   Jinxi Min Fang Zhongyong, Shi Ligeng. In the fifth year of Zhong Yongsheng's life, he didn't know the book tools, and suddenly asked for them. The father is different, and he uses the side to be close to him, that is, to write four lines of poems, and to call it his own name. His poems take the idea of ​​adopting parents and adopting the family, and pass on the views of scholars in a township. Since he refers to things and writes poems, his literature and theory are all impressive.

   Twelve and Thirty-three, Ling's poems cannot be called the news of the past. After another seven years, everyone disappeared.

   Isn't he born knowing? If the father doesn't let him learn, he will be exhausted without a source.

  On the first page, there are only these contents. Zhang Yang read it three times, and when he read the original text of "Shang Zhongyong", his heart was full of emotion, "Isn't this just a sad story about a time traveler who ran out of inventory!"!

  He carefully put the first piece of paper aside, then looked at the second one, and couldn't help but be surprised.

The content of this one is still traditional Xingkai, and there are punctuation marks, but they are not common modern punctuation marks, but "", "▍", "○", "●", "▲", "/", "," and the like, some are unfamiliar, some are familiar.

   According to the context, Zhang Yang automatically converts to the modern punctuation marks he is used to:

  Funding three years, Yuanxi sobered up, I don't know where I am, really? Fantasy? dream? It's been seven years since Huhu's fifty!

  Finally dying, can I tell the truth?

  The right of the monarchy is granted to the people, and the right way is to return the power to the people. Everyone is in the industrial revolution, and you guys are still fighting for power, especially you, Zhang Yuan, still want to rejuvenate? Wait to be engraved on the pillar of shame, silly dick!

   I am a born knower! believe it or not!

   Go seats will be abolished, and oppressed people will stand up. Although there are still people who will step on your heads, at least you don’t dare to **** and pee as grandly as before. There is no Chang’e, no laurel trees on the moon, only potholes. "Raise a glass to invite the bright moon", "Raise your head to look at the bright moon", "I hope you will live a long time, and we will share the joys and joys of thousands of miles"... The writing is really good, but it's a pity!

  Who else is there besides Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai among the Twelve Gold Hairpins? What kind of waves are rolling in the east of the Yangtze River?

  Great China, even if the time and space change, can still give birth to the same brilliant civilization treasures, but occasionally there are rare gems, it is always a pity, and I hope there will be latecomers.

  I'm just a chess player! In addition to the sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, and the hundreds of years of coquettishness, I only remember that I and the general unbuttoned their battle robes. Re-tick, since then the king will not go to court early.

  Lin Yuanfu's last pen.

  After Zhang Yang looked at it, he raised his head to look at Gu Yutang. The old man's eyes were clear, and there was a kind smile on his old face, but he didn't speak.

  Zhang Yangfu read the content of this piece of paper twice, but asked Luoshen in his mind: "Didn't you say that there is no possibility of a second wise man?"

  Luo Shen said: "He has been dead for more than a hundred years."

   Zhang Yang said: "But he left a letter. How should I explain this sentence of rolling the Yangtze River east?"

  Luo Shen reminded lightly: "How do you know he only left two letters?"

   Zhang Yang's heart trembled, "You mean, let me tell Gu Yutang the truth?"

   Luoshen pondered for a moment, "You decide for yourself."

   Zhang Yang was a little depressed, "Then what's your use?"

   "Isn't it time to write songs, dictate, and practice calligraphy?"

   Zhang Yang is not as knowledgeable as her. When he raised his head, he saw Gu Yutang staring at him. There seemed to be some excitement and anticipation that he could not hide from his years of accumulation in those eyes that did not look like the old man.

   Zhang Yang smiled and said, "What do you want to know?"

  Gu Yutang pondered slightly, and then said: "Fengsheng is three years old, Lin Yuanfu is sixteen years old—do you think what is said in this letter is credible?"

  Zhang Yang thought for a while, and asked carefully: "Is this letter... really written by Lin Yuanfu?"

  Gu Yutang smiled and said: "Yiyi has Lin Yuanfu's calligraphy and painting at home, you can take a look when you turn around."

  Zhang Yang nodded, and said with a smile: "Go seat, return power to the people, industrial song titles, and landing on the moon, these have all become facts, so... it should be credible."

   Gu Yutang said: "But I know it from birth, and no one has seen it before."

   Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Fang Zhongyong, isn't that a precedent?"

  Gu Yutang sighed, "No one can prove it."

  Zhang Yang hesitated for a while, then smiled at the old man and said, "I believe it is true."

  Gu Yutang's reputation is excellent, he can be said to be highly respected, and he has the relationship between Lin Canghai's father and daughter, but Zhang Yang still doesn't dare to give others a handle easily, so his answer is ambiguous.

  But for Gu Yutang, this answer is enough.

The old man's lips trembled twice, but he couldn't speak. He stared at him for a long time, and then nodded slowly: "Okay! Okay! When you are free in the future, come and sit with me more Chat—not to see off guests, but to remind you, if you have any good words or sentences, or think of something, remember to show me, tell me, and whoever says anything, I have it all.”

  The old man’s clear cover made Zhang Yang both happy and ashamed. He was happy because of Gu Yutang’s status and fame. With his words, it was a gold medal for avoiding death!

As for being ashamed, that is a normal reaction of a good young man who barely has positive socialist values, but he is not too far from pushing away the good things that have come to his door, with a sincere gratitude on his face, and said: "From now on, I would like to ask you a lot I'm bothered."

  Gu Yutang nodded with a smile, and asked again: "Are there any other poems and articles?"

   Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment, then said with a smile, "Let me write it for you."

  Gu Yutang nodded and smiled, "Okay."

  Carefully put away the two letters from Lin Fu, put them back in their original place, went back to the desk and sat down, watching Zhang Yang study the ink and write.

   "I can't remember too many. I read a few lines of this song "Qi Huai" to Yiyi, but I didn't dare to read it to her. I wrote it for you."

   "There is another song that was written during the exam, but it should not have been circulated outside."

Zhang Yang wrote "Qi Huai" by Huang Jingren and "Ma Wei" by Yuan Mei. Gu Yutang finished reading "Qi Huai" and then watched "Ma Wei". Yes, very well written."

   asked again: "Is there any more?"

   Without waiting for Zhang Yang to answer, the old man laughed and said: "Enough, enough, people can't be too greedy."

   Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I'll write another one for you."

  He was still careful when speaking, so that even if Gu Yutang really had bad intentions, he would not be beaten to death with a stick

  —Of course, with Gu Yutang's status and reputation, there is really no need to be so troublesome towards Gu Yutang. However, his nature is such that even if he has persuaded himself many times to "treat people with sincerity", his bad nature is still hard to change.

  Gu Yutang saw that the song he wrote again was "Long Lovesickness".

  A journey through the mountains, another journey through the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, with thousands of lamps in the middle of the night.

   As soon as the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dreams of the hometown are broken, and there is no such sound in the hometown.

  The old man was standing in front of the desk, reading carefully, and kept nodding his head. After a long while, he raised his head and asked with some teasing: "March speech, what are you going to say?"

   Zhang Yang was a little embarrassed, coughed dryly, quickly weighed it in his heart, and said: "I plan to write a novel in the future, there may be a plot of marching, if you think this poem is well written..."

What kind of person Gu Yutang is, seeing his expression, he knew what he wanted to say, waved his hand to signal that he was overwhelmed, and then smiled: "Wang Luo Bin wrote about white hair floating in green water when he was seven years old, and Huang Tingjian wrote about how much Chang'an was when he was seven years old. Some people say that Wang Bo was only 14 years old when he wrote "The Preface to the Pavilion of the King of Teng". Who said what?"

   Paused, staring at Zhang Yang with piercing eyes, seemed to want to say something, sighed again, and said: "Okay, you go out first, I will go out right away."

   Zhang Yang responded and was about to go out when he turned around and asked, "By the way, do you recognize the punctuation marks on the second picture?"

Gu Yutang smiled and said: "It is a kind of punctuation mark in ancient times. The earliest punctuation marks in China existed in the time of oracle bone inscriptions, but there was no uniform standard, so Western punctuation marks were also introduced later. This kind of punctuation marks probably appeared In the Spring and Autumn and Warring States period, it disappeared after the Eastern Jin Dynasty."

  Zhang Yang nodded, walked out of the study, and asked Luoshen again: "This Lin Fu, could it be a wise man from another world?"

   Luoshen said lightly: "It's possible."

   Zhang Yang said dissatisfiedly: "What is possible?"

Luoshen sighed helplessly, "As much as you know about this Lin Fu, I know as much. He writes traditional characters and uses different punctuation marks from you. It is indeed possible that your memory of Su Hui does not come from the same source. .”

   "Then how does he know about the flowing water of the Yangtze River and the Twelve Gold Hairpins?"

"I do not know then."

   Zhang Yang curled his lips, and secretly cursed in his heart: "It's really useless!"

In the study room, after seeing Zhang Yang go out and close the door, Gu Yutang got up, put the cloth bag containing two Lin Fu's dying autograph letters back to the corner next to the bookshelf, took out another cloth bag, returned to the desk, Two sheets of paper were taken out.

   Write down some scattered words and sentences on the paper:

   Not afraid to be smashed to pieces

  Like this star is not last night

  Smile from the crowd ○ A look

Bowl

  At that time, it was only common

   personally led three thousand soldiers

  Dong Laizhi is in Fenghou

  Let’s go, don’t worry

  Scholar’s ​​business, can it be called stealing?

  …

  The old man sighed when he looked at these scattered words, then looked at the three poems Zhang Yang just wrote, and sighed again.

  (end of this chapter)