Lin Fu was an ancient man more than a hundred years ago. If it were his own handwriting at the end of his life, then these two pieces of paper could be considered antiques.

After hearing Gu Yutang's advice, Zhang Yang didn't dare to pick up the two pieces of paper, turned it around and looked at the content written on the first piece of paper. Since there were no punctuation marks, he had to make a sentence by himself, and it was in traditional Chinese, so he looked very carefully and seriously.

The characters are in running script. Gu Yutang said that this was written by Lin Fu at the time of death. However, 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 very charming charm:

Confucius said that those who know it when they were born are the best. Han Changli said that people are not born to know it, and are those who know it when they were born to know it?

Fang Zhongyong, a native of Jinxi, was a member of Geng. After five years of Zhongyong's life, he never knew the calligraphy, but suddenly cried and asked for it. His father was different, and he wrote four poems with him nearby, and wrote four lines of poetry, which he made his own name. His poems meant to support his parents and receive the family, and he passed them on to see it in a village scholar. It means that he wrote poems to establish a poem, and his literature and theory were all visible.

After twelve or three, I am allowed to write poems, but I cannot be called the news of the previous times. In another seven years, I have become the most popular among the people.

Isn’t it that someone who knew it was born? If the father does not teach, he will be exhausted without any source.

The first page only has these contents. Zhang Yang read them repeatedly three times. When he read the original text of "Sure Zhongyong", he felt filled with emotion, "Isn't this a sad story about a time traveler running out of inventory!"

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

In the content of this picture, there are still traditional running scripts, and there are punctuation marks, but they are not punctuation marks that are common in modern times, but "?", "▍", "○", "●", "▲", "/", "," and so on. Some are unfamiliar, and some are familiar.

Zhang Yang automatically converts it into modern punctuation marks that he is used to according to the context:

After three years of prosperity, I woke up from the wine in the Chinese New Year. I didn’t know that this body is really, is it illusion, is it dream? It’s been fifty-seven years!

I'm finally going to die, can I tell the truth?

The monarch is power and the people are granted, and the people are still powered by the people. The industrial revolution is here, and you are still fighting for power, especially you, Zhang Yuan, and you still want to revive? Wait until you are engraved on the pillar of shame!

I'm just a born person! I love to believe it or not!

The Go pedestal will be destroyed, and the oppressed people will stand up. Although some people will still step on your head, at least they dare not scatter and pee like before. There are no Chang'e ornaments on the moon, only potholes. "Raise your glass to invite the bright moon", "Raise your head to look at the bright moon", "I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon together"... It's so good, it's a pity!

Who else is there except Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai? What kind of waves are there when the twelve golden hairpins flowing eastward?

In the vast China, even if time and space change, it can still produce civilizational treasures that are as brilliant as galaxies. However, occasionally there are pearls left by the sea, which is always a pity, and hopefully there are still latecomers.

I am just a chess player! Apart from the sound of wind and rain, I have been in charge of the wind for hundreds of years. I only remember that I and the general had a war robe, the hibiscus tent was warm, and the flow was three thousand feet down. The chrysanthemum still had branches of frost. It was lightly closed and slowly twisted and wiped again. From then on, the king would not go to court early.

Lin Yuanfu's last writing.

After Zhang Yang looked up, he looked up at Gu Yutang. The old man's eyes were clear, and a kind smile appeared on his old face, and he did not speak.

Zhang Yangfu read the contents of this piece of paper twice, but asked Luo Shen in his mind: "Didn't you say that there is no second Su Hui?"

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 rolling in the Yangtze River and flowing eastward?"

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

Zhang Yang's heart was shaking, "What do you mean is to tell the truth to Gu Yutang?"

Luo Shen pondered for a moment, "You can decide for yourself."

Zhang Yang was a little depressed, "Then what's the use of you?"

"This is not the time to write songs, dictation, and practice calligraphy?"

Zhang Yang didn't have the same knowledge as her. He raised his head and saw Gu Yutang staring at him. In his eyes that were not like this old man, there seemed to be a hint of excitement and expectation that he could not hide for many years.

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

Gu Yutang pondered slightly and said, "After three years of prosperity, Lin Yuanfu was sixteen years old, do you think what is said in this letter is credible?"

Zhang Yang thought about it and asked carefully: "Is this letter really written by Lin Yuanfu?"

Gu Yutang smiled and said, "Yiyi has calligraphy and paintings by Lin Yuanfu at home. You can go and take a look."

Zhang Yang nodded and smiled, "The Go seats are also the people, the names of industrial songs, and the moon landing have all become facts, so... they should be credible."

Gu Yutang said, "But he has been born to know that no one has seen it."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Isn't Fang Zhongyong the precedent?"

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

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

Gu Yutang has a very good reputation and is highly respected. He also has the relationship between Lin Canghai and his daughter, but Zhang Yang still dares not give him a handle easily, so his answer is ambiguous.

However, for Gu Yutang, this answer is enough.

The old man's lips trembled for a while and couldn't speak. He stared at him for a long time before nodding slowly: "Okay! OK! When you are free in the future, come and sit more often. Chat with me either to see off guests or to remind you, if you have any good words and sentences, what you think of, remember to show me and tell me what anyone says, and I have me."

The old man's clear cover made Zhang Yang both happy and ashamed. He was happy to be famous as Gu Yutang. With his words, he would be a gold medal for avoiding death!

As for shame, it was a normal reaction of a great young man who barely had positive socialist values. However, he did not push out the good things that came to his door, and showed sincere gratitude, saying, "I'll ask you to worry more from now on."

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

Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "I'll write it to you."

Gu Yutang nodded and smiled, "Okay."

Carefully put away Lin Fu's two letters, put them back to their original place, returned to the desk and sat down, watching Zhang Yang grinding ink and writing.

"I can't remember too much for a while. I read a few lines to Yiyi for this song "Qihuai". I didn't dare to finish reading it for her. I will write it for you."

"There is another poem written during the exam, but it shouldn't be circulated outside."

Zhang Yang wrote a song about Huang Jingren's "Qi Huai" and a song about Yuan Mei's "Mawei". After reading "Qi Huai" by Gu Yutang, he read "Mawei" again, and laughed and said, "This song Yi Yi has been written for me, and it is very well written."

He asked again: "Is there any?"

Before Zhang Yang could answer, the old man laughed and said, "Enough, enough, people should not be too greedy."

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

He was still careful in his speech, so that even if Gu Yutang had bad intentions, he would not be knocked to death with a stick.

Of course, with Gu Yutang's status and fame, there is no need to worry about him. However, he is so by nature. Even if he has repeatedly persuaded himself to "treat others with sincerity", his bad nature is still difficult to change.

Gu Yutang saw that the poem he wrote was the lyrics of "Suka Chang".

A journey of the mountain and a journey of the water, I walked towards the banks of Yuguan, and there were thousands of tents of lights late at night.

Once the wind is updated, the snow is updated, and the dream of the hometown is broken will not come true, and there is no such sound in the hometown.

The old man stood at the desk, read carefully, nodded constantly, and after a while, he raised his head and asked with a little teasing, "What are you going to say about the march?"

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

What a good person Gu Yutang is? Seeing his expression, he knew what he wanted to say. He waved his hand and signaled that he was too careful. He smiled and said, "Luo Binwang wrote white hair floating in the green water at the age of seven, Huang Tingjian wrote how many famous people in Chang'an were written by Wang Bo. When Wang Bo wrote "Preface to the Pavilion of Tengwang", some said that he was only fourteen years old. Lin Yuanfu wrote about the talented people in the country. When the tenth game of the Lake defeated Lu Tingyun to become a national player, he was only sixteen years old... Who said anything?"

He paused, stared at Zhang Yang with a bright eyes, as if he wanted to say something, and sighed again, saying, "Okay, you go out first, I'll go out now."

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

Gu Yutang smiled and said, "It is an ancient punctuation mark. The earliest punctuation mark in China was found in oracle bone inscriptions, but there was no unified standard. Therefore, Western punctuation marks were introduced later. This punctuation mark probably appeared in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period and disappeared after the Eastern Jin Dynasty."

Zhang Yang nodded, walked out of the study room, and asked Luo Shen again: "Is this Lin Fu a Su Huizhe in another world?"

Luo Shen said lightly: "It's possible."

Zhang Yang said dissatisfiedly: "What is possible?"

Luo Shen sighed helplessly, "I know as much as you know Lin Fu. He wrote traditional Chinese and used punctuation marks different from yours. It is indeed possible that the memory of Su Hui does not come from the same origin as yours."

"Then how did he know that the rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, how did he know the twelve golden hairpins?"

"Then I don't know."

Zhang Yang curled his lips and said in his heart: "It's useless!"

In the study, when he saw Zhang Yang leaving and closed the door, Gu Yutang got up and put the cloth bag containing two handwritten letters in his death back into the corner next to the bookshelf. However, he took out another cloth bag, returned to the desk, and took out two pieces of paper from it.

There are some scattered words on the paper:

Not afraid of being broken into pieces

Like this star is not last night

All the people are looking at each other

If life is just like the first time

It was just commonplace at that time

Lead three thousand soldiers

How could Donglai Zhi be granted a marquis

Let's go, don't worry

Can scholars be called stealing?

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Chapter completed!