Amid the baby's hiccups, Dan Tai Yanfu smelled a smell of roasted suckling pig coming to his face.

"How is it, the roasted suckling pig is delicious!" Tan Tai Yanfu asked with a smile and teased to the baby.

"It's delicious." The baby nodded affirmatively, and suddenly felt something was wrong again. Doesn't this make people think she's greedy? She is a lady. Then she turned her eyes and pointed at Song Wen not far away and said, "I didn't eat much, I only ate a few slices. They were all eaten by the uncle, but the uncle ate three roasted suckling pigs."

The sparrow and crow next to him nodded in cooperation.

After hearing the baby's words, the people who came to celebrate the birthday looked at Song Wen one after another. Some of them watched the fun, some of them felt strange, some of them disdainful, some of them contemptuous, and all kinds of expressions were different. Song Wen's face turned dark in an instant, and she thought to herself that she was just what she said, why did she touch him.

Who knows that the baby is asking him to take the blame, otherwise what if others think she has eaten a lot of suckling pigs? She is a lady.

When Dan Tai Yanfu heard the baby call Uncle Song Wen, he felt a little moved. Could it be the one who sold them green rice? If so, he would have to talk to this young man later. It would be so expensive to sell things to them, and it was even more profitable than a profiteer.

Because the old people thought that the green rice sent by Song Wen was delicious, they all paid for each one, so that Song Wen's green rice sales were very good. He didn't rely on this to make money. Seeing so many people want it, he simply doubled the price, fifteen per pound, and wanted those who wanted to buy it to give up. He was happy to relax. Unfortunately, dreams are beautiful, and reality is often cruel. Not only did the number of people buying green rice not decrease, but more and more people in the end did not even have much left of rice left. There were still a lot of people who wanted to buy it, which made him feel very troubled.

Under the eyes of everyone who celebrated their birthday, Song Wen was extremely embarrassed. Seeing that he could not get out, he had to bite the bullet and say, "My younger generation, Song Wen, wishing you good fortune as long as the East China Sea and the South Mountain."

"This is what we just said, uncle, you are plagiarizing naked." The baby said softly with disdain after hearing this.

Song Wen glared at her angrily. If it weren't for her, would he have to be unable to get off the stage like this? After paying his birthday, he took out the birthday gift he brought from his waist and presented it. Dan Tai Yanfu did not take the things he sent, but waved to Dan Tai Minglan who was hiding aside: "Lan Lan comes here."

Seeing his grandfather calling, Dan Tai Minglan had no choice but to walk out of the crowd helplessly.

"Come on, open up the things your friend gave me," said Dan Tai Yanfu. The reason for doing this was that, on the one hand, I was afraid that the things that Song Wen gave me were too expensive and gave people bad guesses; on the other hand, he saw that his granddaughter was interested in him and wanted him to have a long face in front of everyone, and maybe he could help one day in the future.

Dan Tai Minglan took the scroll from Song Wen's hand and opened it. She was immediately fascinated by the flowing calligraphy inside. She studied archaeology and had a lot of contact with calligraphy, but rarely saw such good words.

Seeing that his granddaughter staring at the scroll for a long time without a sound, Dan Tai Yanfu couldn't help but say, "Lan Lan, why don't you bring the things over?"

Dan Tai Minglan woke up and quickly handed over the scroll.

Dan Tai Yanfu held it in his hand, looked carefully, nodded while looking, and said, "No, not bad." After hearing this, the old people next to him surrounded him curiously and praised in unison: "Good words!"

"It can be said that it is as graceful as a stunning geese, as gentle as a dragon, glorious autumn chrysanthemums, lush spring pine. It is as if it is as light clouds covering the moon, and it is as floating as the wind returning to the snow."

"Walking like spring worms, every word is like autumn snakes."

"Looking at the craftsmanship of the dots and pulls and the wonderfulness of the craftsmanship is really a masterpiece."

"The character is sparse and thin, like a dead tree in the middle of winter; the pen track is restricted, like a hungry clerk in the Yan family. The dead tree is even if it is rafted and rolled without flexion; the hungry clerk in the body is weak and not indulged. This is the two, so the disease of calligraphy and calligraphy is weak!"

"Good words, good words!"

Everyone praised it all, and even some people couldn't help but read out the contents:

"In the autumn of Renxu, when the seventh month was in sight, Su Zi and the guest were sailing under the Red Cliff. The breeze came slowly, and the water waves were not stirring. He held the wine and came to the guest, recited the poems of the bright moon and sang the graceful chapters. After a while, the moon came out on the east mountain and wandered between bullfighting.

Su Zi said, "The guest also knows whether the water and the moon are? The passing is like this, but it has not gone; the full and empty are like that, but it does not change at all. If you look at it from the change, then the heaven and earth cannot be used for a moment; if you look at it from the unchanging, then things and me are endless, so why should you envy it? Moreover, there are all masters between heaven and earth, and if you are not my own, you cannot take it even if you have a tiny bit. Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can be heard and sound, and the eyes meet it and form colors, and they cannot be taken out, and they cannot be used in full. This is the endless storage of the creature, and what I and I are suitable for together."

The guest laughed happily, and then washed the cup and drank it. When the food was finished, the cup and plate were in a mess. When they were together, they were in the boat, and they didn’t know that the east was white.”

"This word is like a wild and wild, free, unrestrained, doing whatever you want. If possible, I want one." Xia Dunyi took off his glasses that had been looking at for a long time, rubbed his eyes and asked Song Wen: "Young man, who wrote this word? Can you help me ask for a painting of this gentleman's calligraphy?"

"Uh this" Song Wen hesitated. He didn't have time to go to Zhongnan Mountain to ask for a piece of calligraphy for him, but he didn't know how to refuse for a while.

"Brother Song Wen, just ask for a letter for my grandfather." The crow said while pulling the corner of his clothes. Only then did he realize that the old man was her grandfather.

"What about me, I want one too." The baby said unwillingly.

The sparrow didn't say anything because his grandfather didn't like writing and painting, so it was useless to come.

Song Wen looked at it and explained helplessly: "The old man is a hermit in Zhongnan. He lives in a state of no fixed place all day and rarely sees him. It was a coincidence that I saw him only under the leadership of my friend. He gave him a painting of ink, and now I asked me to go where to find him."

Unexpectedly, Li Bo’s Mo Bao was so popular. If you know today, he would just buy a birthday gift on the roadside, and he didn’t have to give it away. Now, seeing the old people admire Li Bo’s Mo Bao so much, he felt a faint blood in his heart.

"It's a pity for the hermit in Zhongnan." Xia Dunyi said: "Looking at each word in this man's writing, it seems to be a living body of life, with a flesh-and-blooded body, and it gives each of its own character, spirit, and style: either sitting, lying, walking, walking, dancing, or singing. Although within a size, all the wise men have arrived, it is amazing. I really want to see the style of this hermit, this word is not something that ordinary people can write."

There are rules for birthday celebrations. Generally, grandchildren first kowtow to the birthday star and then to the younger generation. However, because of Song Wen's appearance, this procedure was disrupted, but Dan Tai Yanfu did not care. After accepting Song Wen's birthday gift, the birthday celebration continued.

When the people around him saw the birthday gift he gave, they were almost envious. You should know that the meaning and influence of the first gift were extraordinary, at least they left an impression in everyone's hearts. These were all political capital.

After paying his birthday, Song Wen said goodbye and left. Dan Tai Yanfu originally wanted to talk to Song Wen, but surrounded by a bunch of old friends, he forgot about this matter and allowed him to escape.

Dan Tai Minglan sent him back to the hotel.

"Will you go back tomorrow?" Dan Tai Minglan asked Song Wen before getting off the car.

"Yes." Song Wen nodded, and after coming out for a while, he was really homesick.

"Here, this is the air ticket I booked for you." Dan Tai Minglan took out a ticket from a bag next to him and handed it to Song Wen.

Song Wen then remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to buy a plane ticket, and couldn't help but say sincerely: "Thank you." He wanted to pay her, but she dug her hard, and intuition told him that it would be better not to mention the money. He quickly retracted his hand from paying back and said goodbye. Seeing him running away in a panic, Dan Tai Minglan burst into laughter. If Song Wen was here, he would have been stunned, not because she was smiling stunningly, but because she didn't expect that there would be a smile on her cold face.

“We will meet soon.”

Dan Tai Minglan said softly, stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and the car rushed forward like a flying one. (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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