"What?" Li forgets to worry to be awakened, just then reacts, Yu Shinan asked himself whether he still wants to continue to study, and quickly shook his head: "back to Yu secret prison, I now bear a huge debt and have to find a way to make money. How can I have the mind and conditions to continue to study?"
He is not a fool. Naturally, he sees that Yu Shinan wants to take him as his disciple.
But Li forgot to worry. First, he didn't want to be an official. Second, he didn't want to be famous. Since he crossed the Tang Dynasty, he wanted to be a rich and noble idle man.
Isn't it happy that there are beautiful wives, concubines, slaves and maidservants in the house, fields and houses, and no worries about food and drink?
Enjoy the fresh air of Datang and the vegetables and fruits without any additives. Li forgets to worry and doesn't want to do anything. His personal power is too small. Changing history is a writer's brain hole. Enjoying the quiet night sky is his pursuit of life.
It's a good thing to worship Yu Shinan as a teacher, but it's not a good thing.
Not to mention his hard study, the key is that he is not interested in what articles and knowledge, nor does he want to use Yu Shinan's reputation to pave a good future for himself. In that case, why should he worship his teacher?
Li forgets to worry to think clearly, so he takes his need to repay the debt as an excuse to shirk it.
"Nonsense, just two million dollars will make you trample on yourself and become a merchant?" Yu Shinan glared at Li forgetful.
In the Tang Dynasty, merchants could not help doing business. The social status of merchants was still relatively high, but before the middle of the Tang Dynasty, merchants could not be officials. Those aristocratic families, including officials in business, are looking for agents and live in seclusion behind the scenes.
"Yu secret warden, although the boy is young, his adult taught him to be honest. Since my adult owes the public money, I naturally need to try my best to return it." Li forgetful explained.
"Hum, what a man of integrity. Why didn't you say that when you used that broken rope to trick Li Shi?" Yu Shinan was dissatisfied and directly exposed Li's worries, making him not embarrassed.
Yang Zuo also persuaded: "Xiao Lang, I'll help you find a way to save money. Don't you understand what the teacher means?"
Naturally, he also saw Yu Shinan's thoughts, and felt that it would be a good thing if Li forgot his worries and could worship Yu Shinan as his teacher and become his brother.
"I'll pay back the two million yuan for you. How about it?" Yu Shinan suddenly said, startling Li forgetful and Yang Zuo.
The Yu family has been an official for generations, and Yu Shiji, Yu Shinan's brother, is also a dignitary of the current Dynasty. Although Yu Shinan doesn't like extravagance and is always frugal, it's a piece of cake to help Li forget his worries and pay off his debts.
"This..." Yu Shinan's words were all about this. Li forgets to worry for a moment. It's obviously not good to refuse directly. It's too embarrassing for the old man Yu Shinan. Wan Yi is angry with the old man and has bad luck.
But to really promise, and contrary to his wishes, Li forgot to worry for a moment and didn't know how to answer.
"Back to the secret prison of Yu, my great talent has died for a year, and I still need to cut off the decline and be filial for two years. Recently, I think about adults day and night. I think it's unfilial. I'm going to move back to the old house of Dingzhou village to be filial for adults. So I'm really ashamed to accept the kindness of the secret prison of Yu."
Li forget worry can only take Li Zhou out as a shield. The ancients advocated filial piety. They said they would go back to Dingzhou village to observe filial piety. No one can say no.
"Hey, that's all. Kill one person in ten steps and stay for thousands of miles. I thought you were as ambitious and unwilling to be lonely as you wrote in your poem. But I don't want to be a tired boy. I really don't understand how you can write such poems."
Yu Shinan's face was puzzled. Whether it was shangyangzhuan or Xiakexing, there was a kind of freedom and pride between the lines, with the spirit of bold pursuit, self-confidence and conceit.
But Li forgot to worry, but he didn't seem to show it in the poem at all, which confused him.
Li forget worry is also very helpless. He is not a romantic figure like Li Taibai. It seems that it is not easy to be a copycat.
Seeing that Li forgets worry and has no intention of worshipping himself as a teacher, Yu Shinan also lacks interest and spirit. Yang Zuo glared at Li forgetful, as if blaming him for his ignorance.
Seeing that the two big men were offended by themselves, Li forget worry was also restless. After all, he is not Li Taibai. He can't say "an Neng destroys his eyebrows and bows down to power, so I can't be happy" and leave smartly?
Without that reputation and state of mind, he can't do such a free and easy thing. Li forgets worry. He just wants to be a small landlord. Why is it so difficult!
Looking at the pen and ink on several cases, Li forgot to worry and had an idea.
Although I don't want to be a disciple of Yu Shinan to learn any articles and knowledge, I still have something to attract the old man's interest.
Hey, hey, as long as I can continue to interest Yu Shinan, the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty, Yu Shinan, who loved calligraphy all his life, are you afraid he will blame himself?
Thinking of this, Li forgets worry and doesn't say much. He gets up and walks to several cases, grinds, takes a pen and prepares to write.
Yu Shinan raised his eyelids and looked at him, but he didn't make a sound. Obviously, Li forgetful's refusal made the old man angry.
Li forgot to worry, holding a brush, licked the ink, held his breath, and then wrote. After a while, I copied Xiake Xing again. After drying the ink, I smiled and picked up the rice paper and asked Yu Shinan to have a look with Yang Zuo.
"Secretary Yu, Yang Mingfu, can you give me some advice and see how the boy's calligraphy is?"
Yu Shinan really didn't see Li's forgetful words.
He read the song Shangyang compiled by him. Of course, the poem is a good poem, but in his opinion, the word is not better than you.
Li Qieyou wrote Shangyang compilation in running script. Although his calligraphy is good, it can only be regarded as a word in the eyes of calligraphy like Yu Shinan.
Carelessly looking up, Yu Shinan immediately widened his eyes and looked at the rice paper in Li forgetful's hand without blinking.
"This word is so strange! The handwriting is thin, hard and divine. It's interesting!"
Yang Zuo was also attracted by the Xiake Xing written by Li Qieyou and couldn't help but come forward and watch it carefully.
"Teacher, the word Xiao Lang is so unique that I've never seen it before."
"Yes, I've never seen such a font before. Xiao Lang, where did you learn this word?" Yu Shinan was intrigued by Li forgetful's word.
Li forgets to worry and secretly laughs. As expected, the right remedy is the king!
"Huiyu secret warden, this character is a character that the boy sees the thin bamboo branches in the house, but has character. He was inspired and figured it out by himself. Hey, hey, I'm making a fool of myself."
The characters he wrote are the thin gold style created by Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty.
Zhao Ji was not a good emperor, but his calligraphy and painting were unique.
A painter who doesn't want to be a calligrapher is not a good emperor. He is talking about Zhao Ji. But I have to say, this man is an artistic genius.
The thin gold body has a flexible and fast pen, and the handwriting is thin and vigorous. It is extremely personalized in the history of calligraphy.
This kind of thin and refreshing calligraphy style with a side edge like orchid and bamboo needs high calligraphy skills and self-restraint, as well as a calm state of mind.
When Li forgets worry, he was forced to practice calligraphy by his grandfather. Although he can't say his bone marrow, he was the first to get his God.
"This word is interesting, interesting!" Yu Shinan saw that the heart of the word itched, and his fingers began to dance out of thin gold, imitating the thin gold body written by Li forgetful.