Chapter 5: Eight-point regular script (This chapter is free)

Not to mention Zhuang Haishan's thoughts, Tang Song felt more comfortable after he left.

If you are used to living alone, you are really not used to having a young man who is always by your side. How can you feel comfortable if you are occupied by your personal space too much? If you see an opportunity, you should support him early so that he can stay alone and feel comfortable in this way. He has a settlement, after all, he can't watch him as a follower for the whole life; at the same time, he can also give a brotherly love to the original owner of this body.

Sitting down in the study, Tang Song casually opened the book "The Analects of Confucius" on the desk, which had been retold. Before he could read the text "The Master said: 'It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar'", the content in "The Analects of Confucius" was as smooth as a movie, and it was rolling out in his mind. From beginning to end, the twenty chapters really meant wherever they were called, and they were all familiar.

After losing the Analects of Confucius, I picked up the "Mencius", "The Great Learning" and "The Doctrine of the Mean" next to me. They all came out with my heart without any delay. I could not be more familiar with me.

It turns out that although Tang Song, the original owner of this body, was not smart, he was better than diligent. He was also determined to take the imperial examinations and take the Mingjing subjects, and the Mingjing subjects were Confucian classics. Therefore, he worked hard on these classics, and after ten years of learning, he memorized the four books and was ripe.

Tang Song has been working hard for ten years and has been completely absorbed by other memories.

"How about taking the imperial examination in the future? If you take up other people's bodies for nothing, you should never do anything. You should always give me something back. If you lucky enough to get a fame, it will be considered fulfilling your last wish for him. It is considered to comfort the undead, and even if you can't pass the exam, you will feel at ease."

Although he had this idea in his mind, Tang Song did not have the intention to read books. It was because the shadow of overwork in later generations was too deep, and he could not get any interest in reading books now. In addition, in his memorization of the four books has been memorized like a stream, so he would not read them even more.

He threw the book aside casually, and he stood up with interest and took off the piano hanging on the wall.

It is very normal for an ancient scholar to have Zhang Qin in his study, but "Tang Song" does not have the skills of playing the piano in his memory. It seems that this is more of a decoration.

The materials are used normally, the workmanship is simple and rough, and there is no decoration at all. This is a typical simple piano. Tang Song fiddled it a few times, and the sound of ding dong dong immediately came out, but the piano has not been used well since the day it was made, so there is inevitably a problem with the pitch.

With the experience last night, Tang Song's interest in Mingqin increased greatly, but he had no foundation before. Although he wanted to learn very much, he didn't know where to start.

After a while of difficulty, Tang Song stood up and walked out of the hut and walked towards the Bagua Pool. The Bagua Pool during the day was a unique beauty, but he didn't hear a zither sound. He went around behind the water and bamboo bushes and looked, but he got nothing.

After enjoying the Bagua Pool for a while, he turned back to the thatched cottage. After dinner, Tang Song hugged the Suqin to the Bagua Pool with a little anxious feeling.

Still sitting on the flat bluestone last night, Tang Song plucked the strings casually without any tune, while waiting for the passage of time.

The moon rises and the mountains are gradually rising, the sky gradually fades away, and the night gradually becomes deeper. Just when Tang Song is disappointed and thought he will no longer be able to enjoy the wonderful sound, he suddenly hears the sound of a crisp sound of the piano coming from behind the thick black tree on the other side of the Bagua Pool.

The sound of the piano is gurgling, like the sound of nature.

Tang Song's open eyes slowly closed with the sound of the piano, and his fingers had left the Suqin in his arms, unconsciously hanging on the strings and fiddling with them in the void.

After the three songs of the piano, the person who played the piano passed away as if last night. Let Tangsong pay attention to it deliberately, but the trees in the mountains are deep and grassy, ​​there is no way to know where the man went. He did not dare to chase the black tree before the sound of the piano stopped, for fear that the man would be able to hear such a graceful sound from then on.

On the way back that night, Tang Song no longer had the melancholy of last night. After all, the piano statement could still be heard tomorrow night.

After three nights, Tang Song would wait on the bluestone by the pond every night. When the dew rose and the night was illusioned, the fog covered the turtle of the forests in the mountains, the sound of the piano would sound as expected, but the position of the playing of the zither was constantly changing, and they were all hidden and hidden. Only the sound was heard but the person could not see him.

Obviously, the zither still didn't want to see anyone. At first, Tang Song was still a little regretful of not seeing him. After relaxing the next two nights, he fell in love with this strange way of getting along.

Why do you have to know each other when you meet? Why do you have to see people when you appreciate the music of the piano? Only in this way can you focus more on the sound of the piano and enjoy the sound of nature without any distractions.

For four nights, the Yuke Fang Shanqi, whom he met for the first time, never came. By the quiet and beautiful Bagua Pool, there were only two people who had never seen each other to communicate silently with the sound of the piano. The sound of the piano was pure and clear, and the feeling of the two when they were together silently was like green pine clouds, open and elegant.

On the morning of the fifth day, when Tang Song came back from the mountain after breakfast, he saw that the door of the hut was wide open. When he walked into the room, he could not see anyone. However, there was a spread out green cloth package on the thick wooden table, which contained some women's clothes and fragments.

"Zhuang Haishan brought everyone back? Is this kid very good at it?" Tang Song looked at it and turned around and was about to leave. He saw a letter cover in the half-open small wooden box at the top of the package. The letter cover actually used the eight-point regular script, which was first created in the Six Dynasties, and was extremely beautiful.

At this moment, there was a heavy footstep outside the door. Zhuang Haishan, who had not seen him for a few days, ran in. After seeing the scene in the house, he hurried over to pack up the package.

"If you don't mind, let me take this item and see what," Tang Song smiled and pointed to the letter in the wooden box and said, "I only look at the cover but not the content. The word is written in a beautiful way, and it looks a bit like a famous artist."

Zhuang Haishan's face turned red again without any effort, "This is a useless thing. You can just watch it casually, if you don't say it, I'll pick it up and throw it away."

Zhuang Haishan opened the wooden box, poured out the wooden hairpin, paper flowers, rouge boxes and other pieces inside, and took out the two letters pressed down and handed them to Tang Song.

After holding the letter, Tang Song didn't rush to read it, and continued to ask with a smile on his face: "Where is the person? It's time for me to meet him."

"She went to Lumen Temple with her wife to enjoy the incense. She took advantage of her wife's chance to take a nap in the temple and left. If the young master had nothing else to do, I'll go and prepare for the break (lunch)." Zhuang Haishan finished speaking in a hurry. Without waiting for Tang Song to speak, he ran away with the randomly rolled up package.

"It seems that the woman is from a maid from a family. This kid is clearly a master. He insists on doing this shy look. It's really shameless." Tang Song smiled and turned to the study.

I didn’t feel it after a chance glance just now. At this moment, I felt that the words on the letter were written beautifully, with strict structure and elegant brushwork, which seemed to be the atmosphere of everyone. As soon as I thought of this, I looked at the left corner of the cover.

The characters on the signature are smaller, but this title... When he first saw the five words indicating the identity of the person who wrote the letter, Tang Song felt very familiar, but suddenly he couldn't remember who the person was? When he was about to open the cover and read the content inside, his body suddenly shook: "Is it him?"
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