Oil Paper Umbrella and Tofu Brain

The ten-year-old boy sensibly followed behind his father, helping to push the cart to the side of the market and set up the umbrella shed.Today is hot, Gu Dasheng is thinking about setting up a stall in the downtown area to sell cold noodles in the afternoon besides selling some tofu nao in the morning.

On this day, Jianbao Pavilion held a charity auction.All proceeds from auctions at the meeting will be used to build bridges and roads, and do some good deeds to benefit the people.Therefore, many officials and wealthy businessmen are willing to send some collections for bidding.

Naturally, Gu Dasheng didn't understand these things, and he just waited for the auction to end. With more people coming and going, he could do two more businesses.

As the evening approached, richly dressed people came out of the Jianbao Pavilion one after another, all of whom were amazed and chatted in groups.

When Gu Dasheng heard it, he paid 1000 taels for a picture of the Heart Sutra.Then he listened attentively to others' comments, and sighed with envy and surprise to the child beside him.

"Hey, you said that this scholar is really good. He can sell 1000 taels for a single piece of writing. I'm afraid we won't be able to do it in three lifetimes."

As he spoke, he patted his son's head pitifully. "If you vote for a good family, maybe you can make money just by moving your fingers."

Gu Baizi also heard a lot of discussion, that the person who sold 1000 taels of calligraphy was Shen Muyuan, a talented person from the south of the Yangtze River.The Gu family's father and son only said that this writer was amazing, but they didn't understand how rare and precious the paint and silk were.

Perhaps it was at that time that the fascination and desire for learning to write and write was planted in the heart of this young street vendor. Therefore, many years later, when the boy brought the first money he earned from writing, his heart was full of waves. Overwhelming.

When Gu Dasheng passed away, he only left a small house and a stall car for his only son.

Gu Bai struggled alone for several years, working hard all day long, barely eating enough and clothing warm.One day, I heard that a gentleman was about to preach and accept his vocation, and he only accepted disciples from poor families.The little bud in my heart popped out like a sudden spring rain.

The teacher is not diligent in teaching, and sometimes he doesn't have to attend a class every seven or eight days, but Gu Bai is active and attentive, as long as there is a class, he will report it.

That day when he just entered the school, he saw many students gathering around and looking at the inner room and discussing.

The first time Gu Bai met Shen Muyuan, he didn't recognize him at that time.No one knew, he was the only one, and his heart was beating fast alone.He thought, the Jiangnan talented person really looks exactly like what he thought in his heart.Elegant and smooth, like a camellia blooming in the snow, pure and bright.

Several people were urged by the student assistant to enter the room to study together, and rest after half an hour.Gu Bai came back from urgency, and just passed through the hall door when he was stopped by a bright voice behind him.

"Little brother, I forgot just now. I wonder if I could trouble you to make a trip and give this Fang Yan to the master."

Gu Bai turned his head, and the man was looking at him with a handsome smile.Gu Bai took the inkstone and quickly ran to the study.I'm afraid that the thunderous heartbeat and flushed face will vent the admiration in my heart.

The master looked at Fang Yan carefully, and couldn't help but smile and talk about the student's past.Gu Bai was fascinated by what he heard, Shen Muyuan's appearance when he was young, the appearance of studying, the appearance of reading and writing, all seemed to be printed into a painting, flying in his mind.

The white snow disappears, and the willow branches sprout.In February, the sky is still cold and rainy.Gu Baiqi set up a stall under the Zhijing Bridge.Business is light in the morning, but there are always one or two early risers, and there are no other shops open on the road. If you want to find a bowl of hot food, the only one you have is this tofu brain.

I was concentrating on adding firewood to the stove when someone came.

"A bowl of tofu nao, salty."

Gu Bai looked up, and the first thing he saw was an oiled paper umbrella leaning against the table.Looking towards the person coming again, infinite emotions bloomed.

It's him.