Chapter 2273 Leave a Poem on the Wall

After confirming the room, Li Fan and the man walked downstairs.

The old man and the little girl have been waiting downstairs. Seeing the two of them come down, the faces of the old man and the little girl showed anticipation.

The old man wanted to know if Li Fan would stay here? But he didn't ask.

Li Fan smiled and said, "Old man, I think this place is not bad. I will stay here tonight. Thank you very much for bringing me here."

The old man was overjoyed after hearing this. He could see that Li Fan didn't plan to live here reluctantly, but really thought it was okay. The old man smiled and said, "Where, where, we should thank you for taking care of the business."

The little girl said, "Does uncle like it here?"

Li Fan nodded and said, "This place is clean and simple, giving people a very comfortable feeling. Uncle likes to live here."

The little girl cheered and said, "I like it here too, but I prefer home."

Li Fan smiled and said, "That's true. No matter how nice it is outside, it can't compare to what's at home."

Afterwards, the old man said goodbye to Li Fan. It was already dark and he had to rush home.

Li Fan watched the two disappear into the night. Although the sky was already dark, it was not pitch black. The silvery moonlight faded away from the boundless blackness. Tonight's moon is very round and bright.

After the old man and the little girl returned, Li Fan went to the city for dinner, and after wandering around for a while, he returned to the hotel.

At this time, the night was getting deeper, and the full moon in the sky seemed to be brighter.

In the hotel room, Li Fan stood by the window and looked up at the full moon in the sky.

The full moon is always poetic. Many ancient poets liked to use the moon to write poems, perhaps because of its poetry.

Later in the night, Li Fan was reclining on a simple handmade wooden bed. The ground beside the bed was a touch of silvery white, like the frost in winter. It was the moonlight coming in from the window.

Seeing this scene, Li Fan suddenly moved in his heart. He thought of a very simple poem in his previous life, but he sang through the ages.

For thousands of years, that simple little poem has resonated with countless wanderers, and it is one of the most well-known ancient poems in previous lives.

That poem is "Silent Night Thoughts" by poet Li Taibai.

Thinking of this poem, Li Fan sat up from the bed, got out of bed, and stood by the window again.

Li Fan had just left home, and he didn't miss his home at first, but for some reason, after thinking of the "Silent Night Thoughts" in his previous life, coupled with the current situation in front of him, Li Fan began to have a faint miss for his hometown.

Missing is very light, but very real.

This may be the charm of this eternal song, which can resonate in the hearts of those who do not miss home. If he is a wanderer who has been away from home for a long time, his heart is full of longing for home. Under this situation, when he sees this poem again, the resonance in his heart will be extremely strong.

Yue Baishuangqing, looking back at the moonlight penetrating the bedside, Li Fan's heart was suddenly touched and emotional. He took out a brush and ink from the Xianyuan space, dipped it in the ink, and placed it on the wall diagonally opposite the bedside. wrote:

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown. "

There is no poem title, no signature, only these twenty words.

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The next morning, Li Fan checked out and left the hotel. When he checked out, Li Fan told the man that if he stayed overnight in the town tonight, he would come back to the hotel.

The man was naturally very happy, saying that the store welcomes Li Fan to live at any time.

After Li Fan left, the man entered the room where Li Fan lived last night, ready to clean the room and change to a clean set of sheets.

As soon as he entered the room, the man noticed a few more poems on one wall.

"Huh?" The man was a little surprised, this poem was obviously left by the young man last night.

"Where did he get the brush?" The man muttered in his heart. Naturally, he didn't have a brush in his room, it should have been carried by the young man.

"When you go out, you take your writing brush with you,

He seems to be someone who likes calligraphy. "The man thought so in his heart again.

As for Li Fan's unauthorized writing on the wall, the man didn't think it was a big deal. Anyway, the store wouldn't be able to open, so just write a few words.

Afterwards, the man took a closer look, and when he saw it, he was suddenly shocked, not because he saw how good this song was, but because of the words themselves.

The man did not understand calligraphy, but he could see that the writing on the wall was excellent.

What a good law? He didn't know and couldn't describe it. He only knew that the handwriting was very, very beautiful, very powerful and dashing, and it was the best-looking calligraphy he had ever seen.

A man doesn't like calligraphy, he thinks that no matter how beautiful the characters are, that's it. He also couldn't understand why some people who like calligraphy would say that reading well-written characters is simply a pleasure?

Can it be a pleasure to read a word? The man couldn't understand it. He also read some words that were called a kind of enjoyment, but he didn't feel it was a kind of enjoyment.

Words are of course good words, but they are just good words. It is an exaggeration to say that it is enjoyment, right?

But now, looking at the writing on the wall, the man suddenly believed the words of those who liked calligraphy.

Because, at this time, he really felt that it was a pleasure to read those words on the wall. Those words are vigorous and unrestrained, as if they are alive, beating like a fairy.

For a while, the man was a little fascinated. He never thought that he, who doesn't know calligraphy and doesn't like calligraphy, would one day be fascinated by a few words.

But now he is truly fascinated.

It turned out that it was not that he would not be fascinated by words, but that all the words he had seen before could not make him fascinated.

The man was in awe of the young man who stayed at the store last night. He could never have imagined that a young man younger than him could have such a profound knowledge of calligraphy.

He didn't care about young people writing on the wall before, but now, he suddenly became extremely concerned.

It's not that I blame the young people for writing on the wall without authorization, but the writing on the wall with such profound calligraphy skills is simply impossible to ask for a lot of money.

The man became very excited inexplicably, no matter whether his shop could continue to open in the future, it was enough to have a young man with such a profound knowledge of calligraphy write on the wall, and he was not in vain. It took nearly a year.

Originally, men would not have such thoughts. After all, art is an imaginary thing after all, and no matter how good the writing on the wall is, it is not real money.

The man spent nearly a year here, not only did not make any money, but also lost money. He will not have the idea that he has spent nearly a year here just because of a few words.

How can a few words be so low in time and cost for nearly a year?

But the man really has such an idea now. It doesn't matter whether it takes nearly a year or the cost.

Perhaps, this kind of idea man will not last long, but he really has such an idea.

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