The air was silent.
Everyone was looking at the couplet.
Zhang Ye was afraid that the people far away could not see it clearly, so he repeated it, "Lonely and cold, widowed."
Father Su was already in despair! He was trembling in his battle. He thought he had won, but who knew that what awaited him was such a couplet. He forcefully swallowed it back down. Master Zhou and a few people who really knew the ropes were also shocked by this couplet after Zhang Ye wrote it!
This …
This couplet …
Zhang Ye's couplet's meaning was very simple, and even straightforward. It was about a lonely widow, widowed. It was not like some couplets that were more difficult to pronounce or more classical. This couplet did not even need a translation. Anyone could understand it. And this couplet's trickery was at most a part of the capital. On the surface, it looked like an ordinary couplet. There were many such couplets in this world, so there was nothing strange about it. Of course, this was the view of laymen. A true expert, or someone who had studied couplets deeply, would definitely vomit blood the moment they saw it!
How could this be matched?
There was no way to match it!
However, there were some calligraphers who did not feel the same way. They began giving suggestions.
"Teacher Su, why aren't you writing?"
"I think it's melancholy … Eh, it won't do."
"It's handsome … It won't do, it won't do. It's not neat."
The more everyone pondered, the more they felt their heads hurt. The more they thought, the more shocked they felt. This couplet seemed like anyone could match it, as long as they were given time. However, the more they thought about it, the more thoroughly they studied it, the more powerless they felt. Their hearts slowly turned cold!
It couldn't be matched!
This couplet actually couldn't be matched!
Everyone could not match the first and second couplets even after brainstorming!
Master Zhou reminded, "Since there are already people fighting, there shouldn't be a need for a collective opinion for this match, right? Little Wu's team only has two people. The number of people is already small enough. "
However, Zhang Ye said, "Master Zhou, it's alright. My couplet does not have a time limit, nor does it have a limit to anyone. Even if someone matched it a few decades later, it would still be considered my loss."
Master Zhou looked at him and nodded with a gratified smile, "Alright, then let's leave this match for later. Who knows, it might be a good story decades later. Haha."
Zhang Ye suggested, "Then let's call it a day."
Master Zhou acknowledged. The more he looked at Zhang Ye, the more he liked him, "Alright, now that the prize has been decided, I don't think there's much meaning in continuing. It's already past 1 PM, let's eat!"
Forget about winning or losing?
Is this a draw? Talk about it later?
Everyone knew that the young man in sunglasses was giving them face. If it was according to the rules of the competition, he would definitely win, but he took the initiative to put it aside. This was still quite magnanimous. It seemed that this young man knew his limits. He didn't chase after them and really strip their faces.
Zhang Ye had taken a step back. Actually, he did not intend to do so. Chen Mo's words had made him very unhappy. He had already decided to kill them all, but he had no other choice. His opponent was Su Na's father, and Su Na was Zhang Ye's colleague. Their relationship had always been very good. Zhang Ye could be indifferent to others, but to his friend's father, he naturally could not chase after him. Hence, he took the initiative to "ask for peace". This was not because Zhang Ye knew his limits, nor was it what others thought. It was because Zhang Ye was giving face to Su Na and Su Na's father.
Others did not understand Zhang Ye's avoidance?
But Su Na definitely understood. She was very familiar with Zhang Ye and knew Zhang Ye's usual temper. He was a person who did whatever he wanted. When had he ever been afraid of anyone? How high was Professor Yan's status? Zhang Ye had scolded as he wished. Su Na knew that Zhang Ye was not someone who would back down because of such etiquette. The reason why Teacher Zhang did not care about winning or losing was because he was giving her, Su Na, face. Thinking of this, Su Na felt her heart warm. He had ignored so many calligraphers and artists, ignoring them, much less currying favor with them. However, Zhang Ye had only given face to her, Su Na, as a friend. In Su Na's opinion, this kind of friend was the best. This was what a true friend was!
Su Na looked over and blinked.
Zhang Ye nodded and exchanged glances with her.
At this moment, Master Wei finally said with a smile, "The younger generation will surpass us in time!"
Zhang Ye said humbly, "It's because everyone was being modest. Otherwise, if everyone were to fight for real, I wouldn't be your match."
Wu Zeqing also said with a smile, "Master Wei, then I'll accept the wager?"
Master Wei's face revealed an expression of reluctance. It was unknown if it was real or fake. "Let me take another look. If I don't, I won't have the chance to see it."
Master Wei's disciple, Chen Mo, had an ugly expression on his face. What his teacher wanted had not been obtained by so many of them. It was too shameful!
Master Zhou's disciple had already taken out the wager from before.
Wu Zeqing said gently, "Why don't I lend it to you for a period of time and return it to me when the time comes?"
"Alright." Master Wei said to her, "How long?"
Wu Zeqing chuckled softly, "A hundred years."
Master Wei glanced at her and was amused, "Alright, it's a deal!"
The last two sentences were said by the two of them. Only Master Zhou, who was standing nearby, and Master Zhou's two disciples who were holding up the calligraphy, as well as Zhang Ye, who had sharp ears. The others did not hear it. The others only heard that Wu Zeqing wanted to lend the painting to Master Wei for a period of time. She still had to return it when the time came.
Lend it for a hundred years?
That meant she couldn't return it!
Zhang Ye was indifferent to Wu Zeqing's decision. He would support whatever Old Wu did.
The two disciples were stunned and did not say a word. Since Wu Zeqing had said it in a low voice, then she naturally had her reasons for doing so. She only said to lend it and not to give it to Master Wei. It was most likely because of Master Wei's reputation, so they would not publicize it.
Seeing that everyone was happy, Master Zhou was in a good mood. He instructed the staff to start the banquet.
Master Wei was also in a good mood, "I think we should eat in the yard."
"Sure." Master Zhou looked up at the sky, "The weather today is not bad. It's warm."
The other calligraphy master smiled and said, "Alright, then let them set up the tables in the backyard. If there isn't enough space, the others can go to the small building to eat."
Setting up the tables.
The dishes were served.
Wu Zeqing called Zhang Ye over, "Did you hear that just now?"
"Ah? Hear what? "Zhang Ye pretended not to know.
Wu Zeqing said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I gave the prize you won to Master Wei. After all, it was won by you, so I had to inform you."
Zhang Ye sighed, "It's fine. You can decide. It was won for you anyway."
Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "The reason why I don't want Master Zhou's piece of calligraphy is because I want you to write a good piece of calligraphy for me. I don't want that gift, so you have to prepare another gift for me. When it's time to eat, I believe everyone will give gifts. You won't feel good about it, right? Hur Hur, I'll wait for you to write a good piece of calligraphy for me. "
Zhang Ye suddenly felt very honored. What kind of person was Master Zhou? He was a calligraphy master. President Wu had even given up on Master Zhou's exquisite calligraphy. She did not think much of it, but she had taken a fancy to Zhang Ye's calligraphy. What an honor this was. Zhang Ye was overwhelmed by the favor and felt honored at the same time.
But what should he write?
There wasn't much to write!
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Why don't I give you all the ancient poems and couplets I wrote previously as a birthday present? Is that alright?"
Wu Zeqing said, "Those poems of yours are mine to begin with. Hur Hur, but why do I feel that it's not enough? After all, those are not really ancient poems. There are no allusions to support them. The poems are good, and the couplets are also good, but without a historical background, the mood is still lacking."
Zhang Ye was unconvinced, "Why isn't there any allusions to support it?"
Wu Zeqing smiled, "Then let me ask you. Why is the poem 'Yu Meiren' called 'Yu Meiren'? What kind of country is it? What kind of place is Apricot Blossom Village that the Shepherd Boy pointed to in 'Qingming'? What allusions are there? 'Passing by Huaqing Palace'. What kind of place is Huaqing Palace? A concubine riding on a red dust concubine. Which concubine is it? How do you know that there was a concubine who ate lychees in this manner? Is there any historical records? Is there any information in the literature? "
Zhang Ye explained, "About that …"
Without waiting for him to finish, Wu Zeqing laughed, "Anyway, you owe me a present. I'll accept it later."
"Little Wu, come, come. This is the main seat." Master Zhou called out to her.
Wu Zeqing walked over, leaving Zhang Ye alone with a wry smile. Old Wu was clearly robbing him, and she was robbing him thoroughly!
Not only her, the others also knew that Zhang Ye's poems were really good. They were impeccable in every aspect of literature, but they lacked the support of allusions and history. If it was written by an ancient person, then there was no need to talk about it. Ancient people were history and allusions, so these poems would be perfect. However, Zhang Ye was not an ancient person. He was just a modern person who had absorbed modern culture. This caused the value of these poems to be discounted.
Zhang Ye was still unconvinced!
Who told you that my poems did not have allusions to support them?
Who told you that I can't explain it from historical records?
Why is "Yu Meiren" called Yu Meiren? Because, because Yu Meiren, she, she … Forget it, let's talk about the next one. Oh, which country is it? Of course it's … Oh right, let's talk about Apricot Blossom Village. What kind of place is Apricot Blossom Village? Apricot Blossom Village is actually … it's … it's next to Daoxiang Village … a … a … F * * k! I'll f * * king write Apricot Blossom Village! What can you do about it!? What can you do about it!?
Zhang Ye flew into a rage out of humiliation. These ancient poems indeed had some allusions that could not be explained. If he had to explain it, then he would have to extend it to the historical allusions of his world.
These poems are lacking meaning?
Then what gift can I give you?
There were very few ancient poems that didn't have allusions!
Could it be a folk song poem? Many of these forms of ancient literature did not need to be supported by allusions, because they themselves were allusions. They were themselves adaptations of folktales. Zhang Ye's understanding of it was a type of ancient novel. It told a story that did not exist, so there was no need for historical allusions to support it.
Folk song poem.
What should he write for Old Wu?
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