Around three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Feng walked into a very literary teahouse and prepared to have afternoon tea.
This cafe is newly opened, with many handwritten couplets hanging inside, giving it an antique feel.
The sound of guzheng can be heard everywhere. There are many private rooms, and there are guzheng players playing in each room.
The girls at the front desk are all wearing cheongsams. They have the looks of classic oriental beauties and are pleasing to the eye.
"Welcome, what would you like to drink?" the girl at the front desk asked politely.
Chen Feng said: "Whatever."
Then in the hall, I saw a woman wearing a black cheongsam and looking very scholarly, bending over to write couplets.
It is written in running script, with continuous strokes and elegant handwriting.
Only eight words came to the mind of Chen Feng, who had little cultural knowledge - as graceful as a startled swan, as elegant as a swimming dragon.
The first couplet reads, the lotus root sinks into the mud, and the jade tube understands the geography.
The second line has not been written yet, she is frowning and thinking about it.
Seeing this woman, Chen Feng's breathing became rapid. His eyes were fixed on her face, then moved all the way down to her exquisite body.
What kind of woman is this?
As elegant as a white plum blossom inserted diagonally in a celadon vase, when she wrote, the wind chimes at the door seemed to sway along with her, making a tinkling sound.
The mutton-fat jade paperweight was pressing down the long piece of rice paper. He raised his arms slightly, and his two arms were as slender and long as frost and snow.
After finishing the first couplet, she looked up, frowned slightly, and had a look of confusion in her eyes, as if there was a certain sentence that she couldn't figure out.
Her facial features are as delicate as if they were sculptured. Unlike the internet celebrity faces that one is used to seeing, she has a typical oval face. At first glance, she gives a feeling of peace and prosperity.
Chen Feng is also well-informed. He has seen all kinds of beauties, including sexy and hot South Asian beauties, passionate and unrestrained foreign girls, and the company's outstanding trainees...
But no woman could give him this kind of amazing feeling.
Among all the women he had ever met, only a few could match this woman's temperament.
The queen of love songs Zhou Wan counts as one, the president of Yu'an Media Ning Cai counts as one, and the woman who sang with Chen Xian counts as one.
And then, it seemed gone.
Chen Feng felt that he was in love.
Literally feel your heart beating.
Over the years, he has never fallen in love with anyone and has always had a playful attitude. He has changed girlfriends one after another, but has never thought about staying with anyone for the rest of his life.
And now, at the first sight of this woman, he fell in love with her.
"Good calligraphy!" Chen Feng walked up, showing a smile that he thought was very handsome, and praised it.
The woman straightened up, looked at Chen Feng, and smiled slightly: "Thank you for the compliment."
It would have been fine if he didn't laugh, but when he did, he felt his heartbeat quicken.
The moment the corners of her lips curled up, the sound of the zither in the whole courtyard seemed to become more pleasant and melodious, and the white plum blossoms hanging on the wall seemed to become dim.
Chen Feng's eyes were dull for a moment, then he reacted and said immediately: "It's not a compliment, it's really beautiful."
"Sir, do you know about couplets and calligraphy?" the woman asked, tilting her head.
"I know a little bit." Chen Feng said stiffly, but the smile on his face did not change at all. "This is regular script, the font is graceful and the strokes are vigorous."
The woman's eyes flickered, she smiled, and said nothing.
But he slowly put down the brush in his hand.
"Sir, please have some tea first. I'll be busy now." The woman greeted him politely and spoke with a smile.
After saying that, she turned and walked towards the front desk.
"Hey... Hey?" Chen Feng saw this and hurriedly chased after him, "Hello, can you add me on WeChat? We can discuss calligraphy and couplets when we have time."
The woman stopped and looked at Chen Feng with a half-smile: "Then... have you figured out the second line?"
Chen Feng said confidently: "A good second couplet must be written after a long period of deliberation. I can't think of it for now, but give me some time, I will definitely be able to think of it."
The woman smiled gently: "That's right."
After a pause, she continued, "But I have seen a person who can answer any couplet in three seconds. It seems that there is nothing he doesn't understand. Don't you think it's strange?"
Chen Feng was stunned.
Why are you telling me this?
Seeing this, the woman stopped talking and turned to walk out the door.
Chen Feng wanted to ask for the contact information again, but the girl at the front desk had already brought tea: "Sir, please have some tea."
After serving the tea, the receptionist was about to leave, but Chen Feng immediately stopped her and said, "Miss, I want to ask you something."
The receptionist looked at Chen Feng in confusion: "Who is the woman writing in regular script just now? Is she your colleague? Do you have contact information? Send it to me, this is yours."
As he spoke, he took out a thick stack of cash, about seven or eight thousand.
"Regular script?" The receptionist looked at the couplet the woman had drawn before him in confusion.
"Sir, that's running script."
"Also, that's not my colleague."
"That's our boss, his last name is Song."
It’s not regular script, but running script?
Chen Feng was struck by lightning.
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