Chapter 233
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Zhang Feng was speechless.
He knew this guy was up to no good.
'You just want a piece of calligraphy!'
'Why don't you just f * cking say it? Why do you have to put on such an act? Aren't you tired?'
'Even Lao Tzu's side characters are better than you!'
"Alright! I can't do the calligraphy tonight. I'm not interested. My head hurts. Let's talk about it tomorrow. It looks like you guys won't be able to go back tonight. Since that's the case, I'll make do with it tonight! "
Zhang Feng pointed at the bar, then put a few tables together and lay down on them.
Du Gou was stunned. Seeing that Zhang Feng was about to fall asleep, he hurriedly asked, "Brother Zhang Feng, I have something to ask. I hope Brother Zhang Feng can answer my doubts!"
"Speak!"
Zhang Feng's head was about to explode.
He finally understood what a f * cking sour scholar was. 'Aren't you tired of all these complicated formalities?'
'If you just said you want a piece of calligraphy when you walked in, you have a question to ask.'
'Perhaps Lao Tzu would give you a hundred pieces of calligraphy on a whim. That would be a piece of cake!'
'Do you have to do this?'
"Alright, speak. I'm drunk and my head hurts!"
Zhang Feng rubbed his head. Under Du Gou's murderous gaze, Zhang Feng could no longer lie down. He sat up and rubbed his temples.
At this moment, Du Gou said, "It's still the same question. I wonder what kind of state of mind Brother Zhang Feng was in to compose that poem?"
Zhang Feng rolled his eyes.
If Lao Tzu knew what kind of state of mind Li Bai was in to compose that poem, would Lao Tzu be here?
However, after thinking about it, this was undoubtedly an opportunity. Zhang Feng began to bluff.
"Actually, you've already seen this poem!"
"Oh?"
Du Gou heard this and his expression froze. He hurriedly clasped his fists.
"Please enlighten me, Brother Zhang Feng!"
"Today, in this small bar, you … Forget it, you're drunk and didn't see it. How about this, tomorrow, I'll let you experience this concept for yourself. What do you think?"
"Alright! Thank you, Brother Zhang Feng! "
"But no, I still have a question. I wonder where the heroism in Brother Zhang Feng's poem, as well as the feeling of having experienced the vicissitudes of life, came from?"
"Once, when I heard my father reciting this poem in his study, I was deeply attracted by the concept of this poem. Therefore, I specially consulted and paid a visit to the famous Confucian and literary masters in Chang 'an City. However, everyone was extremely shocked by this poem. Everyone asked me which great Confucian wrote this poem."
"However, when this humble one said that it was composed by a tavern owner who was about the same age as this humble one, they were all stunned. They did not seem to believe it. In fact, some people even said that this was composed by a Confucian official who had experienced and witnessed the court for his entire life. When he was about to resign from his position, he composed this song in a free and easy manner. This … Brother Zhang Feng, can you tell me what is going on?"
"Or should I say that this poem was written by Brother Zhang's teacher?"
"…"
Zhang Feng went crazy.
He had an urge to cry.
Who the f * ck could stand this?
Lao Tzu did not even say a word!!!!!!!!
You've forced me to come up with such a huge list of things? You want me to recite them for you?!
Seeing that Du Gou continued, Zhang Feng hurriedly stopped him.
"Brother Du, you're a magnanimous person. Can you let me have a good rest and talk about it tomorrow? My head hurts! "
"Besides, in literature, the one who has the highest attainment wins, not the age! What matters in literature is the concept and the realization in daily life! "
"Who says that the common people can't speculate about the imperial court?"
"Just look at the old men on the street who are working hard to make a living. When they see the prosperity of the street or the poverty of their home, they sit alone in an unfamiliar tavern and drink by themselves while crying and reflecting on their life. May I ask, what's the difference between the imperial court and home?"
"One is the home of the Tang Dynasty, and the other is the shelter from all the storms and disasters. May I ask, what's the difference between the two?"
"This … is the source of my concept. As for Brother Du, you still need to hone yourself! I suggest that you step out of the world that you imagine and go to the secular world to observe the lives of the common people. This is what a Confucian scholar should do. You shouldn't hide in your books and be a hypocrite who doesn't care about the affairs of the world! "
"Alright, I'm going to sleep. You have a good time!"
After saying that, Zhang Feng turned around and lay on the table, no longer paying attention to this lunatic.
As for Du Gou, he no longer bothered Zhang Feng.
He was still immersed in Zhang Feng's words.
Zhang Feng's words seemed to have opened a brand new door for him, causing him to fall into a strange state that he could not extricate himself from.
Zhang Feng finally let out a deep sigh of relief.
This is too f * cking scary.
What the f * ck, Old Du!
How can you stand such a son?
This …
Is too scary!
After mourning for Old Du in his heart, Zhang Feng guiltily looked at Du Gou, who seemed to have gone crazy from his words, and closed his eyes …
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