"Teacher Yu is so humble. In addition to Teacher Mei Lanfang's calligraphy, there are also other teachers' calligraphy. Here, this one is from when Teacher Chang Xiangyu Chang came..."

Lin Ruoqi looked at Yu Dong one by one, hinting at Yu Dong in and out of his words, wanting him to leave a message too.

However, Yu Dong insisted on not picking a fight. He knew his own level. The few years he had practiced regular script, it was enough to bluff ordinary people, but when put together with these people's calligraphy, it pales in comparison.

Later, Lin Ruoqi no longer hinted, but said it directly, "I wonder if Teacher Yu Dong would like to leave a calligraphy treasure for our restaurant? If there is an inscription by Teacher Yu, our hotel will definitely be honored a lot."

"Teacher Yu, don't blame me for being too abrupt. It's really because our hotel hasn't had a distinguished guest like you, Teacher Yu, for a long time. If I can't keep your calligraphy, I'm afraid I'll have to stay up all night tonight."

Yu Dong looked at Lin Ruoqi's enthusiasm, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, let me write a few words."

"Okay, okay, I'll get ready."

In just one minute, the Four Treasures of the Study were prepared for Yu Dong. Yu Dong knew clearly that Lin Ruoqi must have prepared these things long ago.

In this case, Yu Dong stopped being pretentious and wrote:

Outside Guo, I can see smoke from cooking, and in front of the old fence of the tiled house. I am leisurely watching the osmanthus seeds falling. If they don’t fall, the years will pass.

Signed: Written in Dong Jincheng in August 1994.

"Good words, good words!"

As soon as Yu Dong finished writing, Lin Ruoqi took the lead in applauding, "It's vigorous and powerful, and the writing skills are rigorous. I didn't expect that Teacher Yu Dong's calligraphy skills are so high."

In fact, Lin Ruoqi and the others don't know calligraphy, but he knows that regular script is praised for its vigor and strength and rigorous writing skills, while cursive script is praised for its smooth and flowing movements.

However, in his opinion, Yu Dong was indeed humble. The writing was so good, it was just like the printed word.

The most important thing is that it is big enough, larger than the characters written by Mr. Mei Lanfang.

It's dark enough that if you hang it on the wall, you can see it from a long distance.

Other waiters had similar reactions. They all thought the characters were quite beautiful, even better than the messy things written by great calligraphers.

Yu Dong shook his head secretly. He wanted to say that what he did couldn't be called calligraphy at all, it could only be called writing. No matter who practiced it for two or three years, he could write like this. When he was practicing calligraphy, there were many students who were learning with him.

It's better than his writing.

As for this poem, he wrote it for Cheng Yanqiu. Cheng Yanqiu said that she liked the quiet rural life, building an old house, planting a osmanthus tree in the yard, and a pond with some lotus flowers in it.

Liu Yong wrote a poem "Looking at the Tide", in which there is a sentence "There are three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus" Cheng Yanqiu liked it very much.

Yu Dong wrote this poem, which also contains Cheng Yanqiu's nickname, Luoluo.

Lin Ruoqi was busy using rice paper to absorb ink for words, while Yu Dong put down the brush, said hello to him and went out.

Cheng Yanqiu will be busy very late tonight and will have a day off tomorrow. Yu Dong is going to pick her up now.

After getting the calligraphy, Lin Ruoqi was satisfied. Hearing that Yu Dong was going out, he asked the front desk to help Yu Dong arrange a car. He still held the rice paper to absorb ink, and he did not dare to let others do this work for fear of problems.

After Yu Dong left, Lin Ruoqi asked the others: "Has any of you seen this poem? What is its name and who wrote it?"

You must know these things, otherwise wouldn’t it be embarrassing if you don’t know anything when introducing them to other guests later?

He was embarrassed to ask when Yu Dong was around just now, for fear of appearing too uneducated.

But the waiters all shook their heads: "I don't know, I haven't heard of it."

Lin Ruoqi sighed. He didn't expect these waiters to recognize him. After all, he had the highest level of education in the entire hotel. He had never heard of it, and most likely no one else had heard of it either.

I'd better ask someone else later.

…

Yu Dong did not let the driver take him there, but drove to Baitashan Park by himself.

Cheng Yanqiu and the others were still assisting the song and dance troupe in rehearsing. Yu Dong watched for a while and then ran to find a place to rest nearby.

It was almost eleven o'clock before Cheng Yanqiu and the others finished.

On the way back, Cheng Yanqiu fell asleep in the passenger seat.

When they arrived at the hotel and got out of the car, Yu Dong walked around to the passenger seat and was about to take her out, but she woke up in a daze.

"Are you awake?"

Cheng Yanqiu glanced at Yu Dong sleepily, and when he saw that he was about to hug him, he shook his head, "I'm not awake yet."

Then open your arms.

Yu Dong smiled, picked her up by the waist.

When they got to the room, Cheng Yanqiu went to take a shower, while Yu Dong turned on the TV and watched it. When Cheng Yanqiu came out, he found that Yu Dong had fallen asleep on the bed.

Cheng Yanqiu looked at the sleeping Yu Dong, thought for a while, then lay down next to him, then turned off the lights and went to sleep. Anyway, the bed was big, so there was no problem sleeping the two of them.

But just after lying down, Cheng Yanqiu felt that Yu Dong seemed to be squirming towards her, and after a while, Yu Dong's hand touched her leg.

At this moment she also realized that Yu Dong was pretending to sleep.

"I'm going to sleep on the sofa."

Cheng Yanqiu made a gesture to get up, but Yu Dong pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly.

In the darkness, she heard his breath, which varied from shallow to heavy. Later, the breath moved from her ears to the tip of her nose. It was as warm as a fire, warming her body.

There is a flower bone hidden in the cold winter. When the warm wind blows, it blooms enthusiastically.

After the warm wind, there were strong winds and showers again, and the newly bloomed flowers swayed in the wind and rain, as if they had no roots, growing precariously in the air.

In the darkness, it seemed as if there was an ink-black sea in front of us. The tide surged in, lapping against the shore. The tide rose higher and higher, and eventually the entire flower was submerged. The sea water was warmer than the wind and rain, but it was more powerful.

It was fierce and wrapped her tightly.

Later, when the tide receded, the snorting sound came again, still like a fire.

…

The next morning, Cheng Yanqiu secretly put away the sheets.

Fortunately, there are spare quilts and sheets in the room, so you don't have to go out of your way to say hello to the housekeeper.

Originally, Yu Dong was going to take Cheng Yanqiu to Shifogou today, but Cheng Yanqiu felt that he was too tired these days and wanted to have a good rest, so the two of them stayed in the room until they went out at noon.

I walked around the city in the afternoon, and the day ended like this.

"Ah, the day has passed like this. After the art festival is over, I must have a good rest for a few days."

In the evening, lying on the sofa and watching TV, Cheng Yanqiu stretched himself and lamented that the vacation was too short.

But Yu Dong poured cold water on her, "The art festival is over, we hurried to school and it started, so we will be busy again."

"Oh, stop talking. The more you talk, the more tired I feel. By the way, how is your new book going? You have been dragged by them every day during this period. Do you still have time to write a new book?"

"No, the preparations will start in the next few days. The preparations have been done, and the rest is easy."

Cheng Yanqiu rested his head on Yu Dong's shoulder, "Thank you, you didn't get any rest this summer."

"Yeah, so how do you think you can compensate me?" Yu Dong looked at Cheng Yanqiu with a wicked smile.

"How to compensate... Hey, didn't you just..."

"I can't help it, I'm in good health."

…

After the art festival officially started, Cheng Yanqiu and the others relaxed because the program had been finalized and they were no longer needed.

So for the next eleven days, the two of them went to the art festival during the day and went shopping in the city at night.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! On August 28, Yu Dong and Cheng Yanqiu were preparing to go back.

Lin Ruoqi hurriedly found someone to hang up the framed words, and then invited Yu Dong and the others to stand under the words and take a photo together.

Cheng Yanqiu didn't know about Yu Dong's inscription on the hotel before. After hearing about it, she was quite curious, because she only knew that Yu Dong could write beautiful calligraphy with hard pen, but she didn't know that Yu Dong could write calligraphy with calligraphy.

After seeing the calligraphy, Cheng Yanqiu's first reaction was: Yu Dong's calligraphy is not as good as hard pen writing.

"There are too many restrictions, and it is not as easy as writing with pen."

Yu Dong smiled and explained, "It's been too long since I've written."

"Then you can practice at ordinary times, and I will buy you the Four Treasures of the Study later." After Cheng Yanqiu read the words, he went to read the poems.

After reading the poem, Cheng Yanqiu always felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard this poem.

"Whose poem is this?" Cheng Yanqiu asked.

Lin Ruoqi next to him breathed a sigh of relief. He had always wanted to ask this question but was too embarrassed to ask it.

It turns out that Yu Dong’s wife doesn’t know the origin of this poem, so it’s not a shame if she doesn’t know.

Yu Dong smiled and replied, "This poem is called "Luoluo". It was written by a San person from Cucumber Garden. He was in his twenties when he wrote this poem. It was written for his wife."

"Oh, yes, Teacher Yu, look, there is also the word "Luoluo" in it. I never saw that this is a poem about the poet expressing love to his beloved wife. I didn't expect that he actually asked the knot to be named after his wife.

Put it into the poem. This Cucumber Garden Sanren seems to be a very romantic poet."

After hearing Yu Dong's explanation, Lin Ruoqi suddenly understood the poem and seemed a little excited.

"It seems that Teacher Yu chose to write the poem "The Sanren in the Cucumber Garden" because of Mrs. Yu. The two couples have a deep love that makes others envious."

Lin Ruoqi was kept in the dark, but Cheng Yanqiu knew it clearly.
To be continued...