Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 120 Sister, please delete it, this poem seems to be insulting
"Yes, there is rice paper and a brush in the box. If you want to write, take them yourself."

Pu Songling prepared paper and pen, lay on the box and wrote quickly. After a while, he had written a seven-character regulated verse.

The old man selling calligraphy and paintings stretched his neck, took a look, and then praised Pu Songling's calligraphy highly.

"Are you a professional? Your handwriting is so beautiful, soft on the outside but strong on the inside, neat and elegant."

Not far from the stage stood a display board covered with calligraphy and painting works by "masters." Some were crooked and scribbled like children's scribbles, others were haphazardly arranged like a pile of weeds, and even worse, some had been filled with ink from a syringe and spurted onto the paper at random.

Pu Songling walked to the display board and pinned the poem on it with a thumbtack while no one was paying attention.

"Old man, let's go quickly and don't let anyone see us." Su Jiahe supported Pu Songling and immediately left the scene.

The performance conference was still very lively. In addition to performing on stage, the "masters" also gathered in front of the display boards to praise each other's works.

"Teacher Xia Bai, your calligraphy is truly unique and extraordinary. Look at the strokes. Although they are crooked, they have an ancient and natural beauty. Amazing!"

"This is a painting by Master Hu Che, it's so expressive. Although it looks like a patchwork of spots, these chaotic colors reflect the complexity and entanglement of life. It's a perfect combination of traditional art and Western abstraction."

……

Everyone was praising each other when suddenly, Master Zhuang Bi discovered that there was a small piece of paper hanging under his work.

"What is this?" Zhuang Bi couldn't understand traditional Chinese characters, so naturally he couldn't read the poem above.

Everyone was drawn to the paper and saw eight neatly written characters:
Literati and scholars gathered in the hall

The ink is splashed and the brush is flying
Yi Shao descends to earth to write

Daoxuan's reincarnation creates a brilliant chapter

Loach in armor pretends to be a dragon

A pheasant painted in gold to look like a phoenix

Want to go to Penglai to find the mirage

The Rakshasa in front of me is absurd

"Who wrote this? The handwriting is pretty good." A few people who didn't know what was going on were still passing the poems left by Pu Songling around to each other.

"Take it away quickly and don't look at it." The organizer realized that this was clearly a poem satirizing everyone, so he quickly snatched the paper away, secretly tore it up and threw it into the trash can.

Su Jiahe and the other two walked along the lake for a long time before they found a small shop and sat down to rest.

"Miss Su, did I just get into trouble because of my momentary anger?" Pu Songling thought of the poem he had written and felt a little regretful.

"It doesn't matter. This group of people really deserve a good scolding." Su Jiahe also felt that Pu Songling's actions gave him a chance to vent his anger.

Moreover, all the previous tourists had acted bravely and had been to police stations and hospitals several times. In comparison, Pu Songling's approach was much milder.

"I see a bunch of clowns enjoying great success, while that old brother who concentrates on calligraphy and painting is living in poverty. I really can't swallow this." Pu Songling sighed again and stroked his chest.

"Mr. Pu, don't worry. While you were writing poetry, I bought all the calligraphy and paintings of that old man, just to help him." Su Jiahe said, taking out a stack of calligraphy and paintings from the bag.

"I wanted to give him more financial support, but he refused, saying he couldn't accept it without merit."

"Miss Su, thank you very much. You are such a kind person." Pu Songling said as he took the stack of calligraphy and paintings and began to appreciate them one by one.

"This person has some talent, but unfortunately his family is poor and he has no famous teacher to guide him. Alas, how many talents are buried."

Zibo is not big, and by the evening, the group had basically finished their tour.

"Mr. Pu, after visiting your hometown, where else would you like to go?"

"When I was young, I traveled to Laoshan with a friend, and the memory is still fresh in my mind. I wonder if I can revisit the place." Su Jiahe checked and found that Laoshan is in a nearby city, not far from Zichuan.

"Okay, let's rest for a night and go tomorrow morning. It's a coincidence that I have never been to Laoshan." Su Jiahe said, taking out his mobile phone to book a ticket.

"Thank you, Miss Su." Pu Songling bowed. "I have something else to ask. Miss Su, can you help me?"

"Mr. Pu, please say so. I will do my best as long as I can."

"It's not a big deal. I just want to collect more stories and legends from later generations, and I don't know where to go?" Pu Songling asked humbly.

"So it's about collecting stories. That's not easy. Nowadays, there are all kinds of stories, covering everything." Su Jiahe said, took out a spare mobile phone, downloaded several novel apps, and handed it to Pu Songling.

"Hey, what's going on with this black box? How come it changes when I click on it?"

Pu Songling was older and had difficulty learning to use a mobile phone, so He Shuangqing sat next to him and taught him step by step.

"What are these? Fantasy, romance, suspense, farming, light novels..." Pu Songling looked at the unfamiliar words on the screen with a frown.

"These are the classifications of the stories." Su Jiahe spent half an hour explaining to Pu Songling the general classifications of all the novels.

"Oh, I see. People in later generations are really imaginative. I want to see what this story is about."

Pu Songling had basically mastered the use of his phone and was absorbed in reading online articles. Su Jiahe sat nearby, passing the time by scrolling through Tik Tok apps.

Since positioning was turned on, Tik Tok prioritized pushing works from the same city. After a while, Su Jiahe saw the video of the calligraphy and painting performance conference.

The video was shot of the poem left by Pu Songling, with the caption: "An unknown master appeared at the conference, his handwriting is so beautiful."

The person who posted the video has an account called [心如止水], and the avatar is a photo of a wealthy middle-aged woman wearing a bright silk scarf, taken next to a sea of ​​flowers.

Su Jiahe looked at her profile and other works again and found that she was also a calligraphy and painting enthusiast.

"No, can't you see that this old lady is scolding me?" Su Jiahe looked confused.

The comment section of this video has exploded.

[Sister, please delete this poem, it sounds like insults]

[Haha, whoever wrote this is so talented, this is a master]

I also went to that weird show, but I think this poem is very appropriate.

[You're still studying traditional culture, but you can't even tell when others write poems criticizing you.]

[Is it possible that she did it on purpose? Haha]

……

Su Jiahe silently liked the video and then kept his achievements and fame to himself.

In the evening, Su Jiahe found another famous barbecue restaurant, but Pu Songling was always looking at his phone and didn't even pay attention to the fragrant skewers in front of him.

"Old man, let's eat first." He Shuangqing took a small pancake, rolled up a few pieces of grilled meat and some chopped green onions, and put them on Pu Songling's plate.

"You guys eat first, I'm not hungry." Pu Songling still stared at the screen.

"Mr. Pu, we will leave here tomorrow and won't be able to eat authentic Zichuan barbecue anymore."

After hearing what Su Jiahe said, Pu Songling temporarily put down his phone and picked up a string of toasted steamed bread slices.

After dinner, Pu Songling returned to the hotel and began to study hard until late at night.

"Mr. Pu, what are you looking at that attracts you so much?"