Chapter 254: The taste of the grass and trees

After coming out of the community and returning to the store, Fang Ming had not waited for the to sit hot, and another person appeared in the store.
"Is Mr. Fang here?"
The person who came was Qian Jiali. This famous design expert was changed by Fang Ming last time. Because he went abroad to participate in a design conference some time ago, he did not come for a while.
"Yes, upstairs." Dazhu also had some impressions of Qian Jiali and replied directly.
"Mr. Fang, can I come up?"
After Qian Jiali thanked him, he did not go directly upstairs, but shouted under the stairs.
"Old money, come up."
Fang Ming's voice came from the building, and Qian Jiali walked up the second floor.
Some time ago, Qian Jiali came to the store almost every day, and Fang Ming almost knew this one. He was a scholar who was devoted to academics. He didn't have much ambition, so he directly called him old money.
"Mr. Fang, are you practicing word writing?"
Qian Jiali saw what Fang Ming was writing on the yellow paper on the desk with a writing brush, but after seeing it, the corner of his mouth twitched, because the yellow paper was completely lined with ghost symbols, and he could not understand at all. .
"No, just draw."
Fang Ming put down his brush, he did not tell Qian Jiali that these lines were actually a kind of rung, but this was a rung rung.
Many people should not be unfamiliar with Fu Lu, and even many rural families have posted Fu Lu in many homes, such as the Fu Fu Lu posted on the door, as well as some Fu Lu that came back from Taoist temples to get rid of diseases and disasters.
In fact, there are many Fulu, even Fulu with the same function has different painting methods, but for Fufu people, if the state is not enough, they cannot draw Fulu, even if it is just a very simple pattern.
If a rune is to have an effect, then it is necessary to pour in mana when drawing the rune. As far as Fang Ming is concerned, it is the power of the wizard that he pours into rune.
However, if the strength does not reach this level, and if you want to draw the fusi corresponding to this level, there will be a situation where it is obvious that this pen is drawn vertically, and the person who draws it does so. There is a force that is blocking, and even after the final drawing, it becomes horizontal and diagonal.
This is the case with the lines on the yellow paper in front of Fang Ming. He originally intended to draw a rung, which turned into a mess.
"Old money, what are you doing here?"
"Since Mr. Fang opened another door for me, I have been specializing in the knowledge of Fang Ming recently, and even found many like-minded friends on the Internet. There are many masters in this field. We agreed. Everyone got together in Modu, so I want to invite Mr. Fang to join us."
When Qian Jiali said this, the old eyes were shining, and Fang Ming opened a completely strange but magical door to him. During this time, he consulted many books before finally knowing that the ancestors left Things are treasures.
The original Qian Jiali, although still pursuing on the design road, is actually not much fun. Designing some buildings is just hoping to leave a name in the history of architecture in the future. People will be able to advance this building. Think of him as a designer.
But the intrusion of Feng Shui made Qian Jiali's interest in exploration again, as if he had just stepped into architecture design when he was young, full of infinite passion.
It is more appropriate to describe the current state of Qian Jiali with the words of Lao Shu Fengchun.
"Feng Shui Master's Party?"
Fang Ming was a little surprised. He didn't know what Qian Jiali did during this time, but it was still very good to be able to enter the circle of Feng Shui master in such a short time.
"Okay, just when I'm fine in the afternoon, just go over and see."
"Mr. Fang is the best to go together. This time, there were many masters who had many cases in it. It was difficult to move them on weekdays."
Qian Jiali's face was bright, "Mr. Fang, shall we leave now?"
"Fine."
Fang Ming nodded, and he also wanted to see what the overall level of the Feng Shui masters in Modu is.
He greeted Fang Ming and Luo Jincheng. Fang Ming followed Qian Jiali and left the shop. It was naturally impossible for him to drive at his age. It was a young man in his thirties.
"Teacher, Mr. Fang."
The young man has a humble face. He is a student of Qian Jiali. After the last incident, Zhou Qi was transferred by Qian Jiali, and the one in front of him successfully became the most appreciated by Qian Jiali. s student.
"Mr. Fang, this is my student Wang Xiulin."
Qian Jiali gave a brief introduction. Wang Xiulin quickly nodded at Fang Ming with a smile, but he heard a message from the last brother. Zhou Qi will be transferred by the teacher because of this Mr. Fang.
In short, this Mr. Fang is not something he can offend unless he does not want to get a doctorate from his teacher.
"Xiu Lin, Mr. Fang is a university-savvy person, especially in Feng Shui. It is far better than the teacher and you. Your husband should have enough respect."
Hearing his teacher’s words, Wang Xiulin showed a respectful look on his face, but he was a little disappointed in his heart. He didn’t know what happened to his teacher recently. He even believed in superstitious things like Feng Shui, and spent so much energy on it. the study.
Fang Ming looked at Wang Xiulin and didn't say much. He just sat in the back row and closed his eyes.
...
An hour later, the car stopped in front of an ancient teahouse in the city center.
"This place is good."
Seeing this teahouse, Fang Ming's eyes lighted up. Both Modu and Jingcheng belong to the domestic super first-tier cities, but the two have obvious different styles. The architecture of Jingcheng maintains a lot of classic feeling, while Modu It is completely modernized.
In Beijing, it is easy to find a tea house with ancient styles and ancient charms, but it is really not an easy task in Modu. In addition to high-rise buildings, Modu is more of a western-style garden villa.
What attracted Fang Ming's attention was that the couplet of this tea house only wrote one side, while the other side was blank.
The love between the grass and trees.
This is uplink, but downlink is blank.
"Mr. Fang, this Shanglian is written by the owner of the teahouse. It is said that it is an ancient couplet, but the lower couplet has been lost, so the owner of the teahouse hangs the Shanglian here. If someone who comes in to drink tea has a couple , The boss will not only deliver valuable tea, but also get a reward of 100,000 yuan."
Seeing Fang Ming staring at the couplet, Qian Jiali explained aside, but he wouldn’t know about the couplet. His brains were full of various design drawings. In Chinese, to be honest, he stayed at the level of ordinary people. .
"This couplet looks very ordinary, is it so difficult?" Wang Xiulin glanced at the couplet and asked a little.
"This couplet looks ordinary, but it is a Tibetan poem. The combination of the words "grass", "wood" and "person" is a word "tea." Tea is related."
Fang Ming saw the hidden meaning of this couplet. The Tibetan couplet is actually not difficult, but the difficulty is to have such a mood. If it is just a simple dismantling of words, then dozens or hundreds of couplets are really thinking. .
The most wonderful thing about this couplet is not only the words, but also the charm. The ancient people were not as particular about plants and flowers as modern people. Tea can also be regarded as a kind of grass. Tea needs to be boiled, and the water needs to be burned with wood. The last boiled tea is for people to drink.
Between drinking tea, taste life's various forms.
This is the artistic conception conveyed by the Shanglian. Not only does the tea word be subtly inserted into it, it also expresses the true meaning of drinking tea.
After listening to Fang Ming's explanation, Wang Xiulin showed a sudden enlightenment on his face, and there were so many ways for the couplet in the emotion. No wonder the boss offered a reward of 100,000 yuan. No one has yet come out of the couplet.
"Mr. Fang is really versatile, and for a while I can see the secret of this Shanglian. I can only see that there is a tea word hidden in this Shanglian."
Qian Jiali on the side was very appropriate to send a fart, Fang Ming smiled and did not answer, who said that old money, such as those who specialize in scientific research, have low EQ, at least that is not the case with old money.
"Let's stop praising here, go in."
Fang Ming first stepped into the tea house and entered the door. A cool breeze blew away, blowing away the sultry heat of the hot summer, leaving people refreshed.
It turned out that on both sides of the entrance, there were two walls made of bluestone plates with water flowing down slowly, and finally landed on the ground in a rockery pond with turtles and swimming fish.
In the lobby of the teahouse, there is the sound of Guqin. A young woman in blue and white cheongsam is frowning and stroking the piano. She slender jade hand pulls the strings and plays a relaxing tune.
Ancient style, ancient rhyme, ancient music...
All this seems to bring people back to ancient times, making people instantly away from the hustle and bustle of the modern world.
"Mr. Fang, they haven't arrived yet. Are we going to wait in the box or are we..."
"Just wait in this hall, just right, you can enjoy the teacher's piano skills."
Fang Ming smiled and found a place to sit down, while the cheongsam woman looked up at Fang Ming, smiled slightly, and behaved politely and elegantly, then played again with a low eyebrow.
"OK, then wait in the lobby."
Qian Jiali froze for a moment, but when he saw Fang Ming's eyes on the girl playing the piano, an expression on my old face appeared that I understood.
Qian Jiali, who looked at Fang Ming with this expression, suddenly discovered that no matter what the person looks like in this world, how old the age is, but the insignificant expression will always be the same.
Across years, across occupations...
However, Fang Ming didn't explain it, he just admired the sound of the piano, and from time to time he shook his head slightly, listening to the state of appreciation.
PS; come here, dear gods, if Fang Ming can pretend to see if you can come up with the next couplet, please leave your calligraphy below in this chapter, once you give a gift to the old fairy hair