“Ahhhhh~”
Shan Weizi, who had no inspiration at all, scratched her head and cried out in distress. Her voice spread out from this classical Hangzhou garden and drifted over the surface of West Lake. She was not worried about disturbing anyone because there were no neighbors around. The only neighbor was Guozhuang.
Shan Weizi also grew up in such a scholarly family with a strong cultural heritage. Her grandfather and Shan Zhentian taught her to read and write since she was a child. Later, when she appreciated the brilliance and profoundness of Chinese culture, she fell deeply in love with the Chinese style.
Naturally, I feel from the bottom of my heart that the 5,000-year-old culture of our great China is the best on earth. No other country's culture can be compared with it. Confidence is also cultivated from culture.
Therefore, compared with other girls of the same age, while others like romance and celebrate Western Valentine's Day, Christmas, etc., she has no feelings at all and does not celebrate or participate in them. Instead, the Shan family celebrates the traditional festivals every year with great enthusiasm.
In the words of the old man, "We don't celebrate Western holidays, but we do have Valentine's Day. The Lantern Festival is our Chinese Valentine's Day. In ancient times, curfews were lifted in many places on the Lantern Festival. Men, women, young and old could celebrate on the streets that night, and young men and women would also date on this day. Naturally, many stories have happened during the Lantern Festival in history... such as the story of Wang Anshi going to Beijing to take the imperial examination and having double happiness on the Lantern Festival, the story of Dongfang Shuo and the Lantern Festival girl, and Xin Qiji's poem "Green Jade Eucalyptus": 'I searched for him among the crowds for a thousand times, but when I turned around, there he was, in the dim light...' Which of these stories has not been passed down through the ages? Why should we worship Western festivals?"
The old man cultivated traditional cultural knowledge in Shan Weizi, not to let her learn some ancient things, but to make her understand how great the 5,000-year-old Chinese culture is and to be confident from the heart.
Therefore, Shan Weizi, who was influenced by traditional culture, fell in love with Chinese style, was intoxicated by the inspiring stories in the five thousand years of history, and was willing to promote Chinese style to the world on her own.
If she has nothing to do, she can stay at home for half a month or even longer without going out, and do things she likes, such as painting, embroidery, playing chess with the old man, watching TV series with Liu Piaopiao, etc. She does not feel bored, but enjoys it. Occasionally, when she is bored, she will dance with a sword in the yard to vent her feelings. This is Dan Weizi's daily life.
At some point, Shan Changqing stood under the plum tree in the courtyard of the small building, looking up at Shan Weizi who was lying listlessly by the window on the second floor.
"...I can hear your voice in the hallway. If you're feeling uninspired, come down. Staying in your room is even more uninspiring. Come down and have some of your favorite chicken cakes."
"Oh..." Shan Weizi responded, got up and went downstairs, sitting at the stone table in her own courtyard, eating chicken cakes, and asking the old man for some creative inspirations. Naturally, the old man told her everything he knew.
The wind blew the plum blossom petals at the southeast corner of the courtyard wall, drawing an arc in the air and swirling onto Shan Weizi's shoulders. She was wearing a white flowing Hanfu today, with her long black hair hanging down behind her. She looked very virtuous and ladylike overall, yet still lovely as a woman.
"...It's impossible to have inspiration all the time. If you don't have inspiration, don't think about painting. Do something else you like to relax, and inspiration will come naturally." As the old man spoke, he gently brushed away the plum blossoms on her shoulders.
"Alas... Ever since I came back from Lingjian Mountain, I have had no inspiration recently. It's been extremely painful, and I often make mistakes when doing things." Shan Weizi said dejectedly.
The old man laughed: "Hahaha... Come on, accompany me to the market to buy some delicious food. We have guests tonight, and you'll get some inspiration when they come."
"Who is so awesome that you, Grandpa, need to cook for him personally? Do I know him?"
The old man smiled and jokingly said, "You probably don't know him. Go get a jar of the wine you brewed and entertain the guests tonight."
Shan Weizi shook her head and refused: "No, no, I just opened a jar the last time Su Ran came. This time your friend is coming and I don't know him. If I give him all, there will be nothing left in the future."
"So you took it out to drink after Su Ran came, right?"
"No, I'll give it to you if you want. No one else can drink it. Uh... Su Ran is here, cough cough, I can barely give him a taste."
"Just give him a taste?"
"Grandpa, are you making fun of me? Let's go buy some groceries."
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Meanwhile, Su Ran had just arrived at Hangzhou Airport and hailed a taxi to West Lake. Turning on her phone, she received a WeChat message from Shan Weizi a few minutes earlier: [A photo of her holding red beans in a dry goods store.] Her hands were slender, fair, and very pretty, along with a poem: [Red beans grow in the south, spring brings a few branches. May you pick more, for this is the most beloved thing.]
Su Ran typed a reply in the Nine Squares grid: [Speak human language!]
[I just miss you. When will you come to Hangzhou?] After Shan Weizi sent the message, she waited for a moment before receiving Su Ran's reply, two words: [I'll be here soon.]
Seeing these two words, Shan Weizi frowned slightly. Come if you want, why talk about whether it will come soon? And is he afraid? Remembering that when he was doing it in Lingjian Mountain, he was holding a sword in his hand, which caused a psychological shadow on Su Ran, so he replied with "I will come soon"?
Well, it probably caused a psychological trauma to Su Ran.
So, Shan Weizi replied with three words: [Let’s meet someday.]
Um?
In the taxi, Su Ran bit her fingers and stared at these three words. I said "come soon", which means coming today. She replied "come someday". Does it mean going tomorrow, or is it a verb?
Su Ran was puzzled and didn't dare to ask more questions. It was fine as long as Hanhudian was mentioned.
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