"Hmm!" The woman stepped closer and asked, "Are you the one who sang 'Linjiangxian' just now?"
"That's me. What advice do you have?"
"Can you let me in first? I've been standing here for a while. It's windy and a bit cold." The woman said as she wrapped her fur coat tightly around herself.
"Of course you can come in. Who are you? Tell me your name." Ding Dusai opened his eyes wide and looked at her, but it was too dark to see clearly.
"Oh! My name is Li Qingzhao."
When Zhang Shixun heard the name Li Qingzhao, his head suddenly buzzed.
Oh my god! It's her!
"Li Qingzhao, I seem to have heard this name somewhere." Ding Dusai looked at the woman whose face he could not see clearly and then at Zhang Shixun, wanting to hear Zhang Shixun's explanation, but Zhang Shixun stood there like a wooden stake, motionless.
"Sir!" Ding Dusai tugged at his sleeve.
Zhang Shixun was pulled out of his state of shock by her and hurriedly said, "So you are Li Qingzhao. I have heard of your great name for a long time... Please come in! Please come in!"
As they walked backstage, Li Qingzhao said, "From your tone, it seems like you know me."
Her tone was calm, and she didn't seem surprised.
Zhang Shixun did not answer, but softly chanted, "Last night the rain was light and the wind was strong, but I could not sleep off the hangover. I asked the person who rolled up the curtains, but he said the crabapple trees were still the same. Do you know, do you know? They should be green and lush, red and thin."
"So you also know this little song of mine. I'm ashamed!"
"Li Yi'an's name is well-known to all educated people. I've just come back from overseas and I've already heard your little song."
"Oh my! So Li Qingzhao is Li Yi'an? Now that you mention it, I remember it." Ding Dusai's eyes were full of stars. "Sister Li once told me that hundreds of years from now, no one will know our names, but everyone will definitely know your name."
"Thank you for your praise. I'm taking the liberty to ask for a meeting today, not for anything else, but just for the poem 'Linjiangxian' that Mr. Zhang just recited." Li Qingzhao didn't seem to want to stay here for long, so she stated her purpose directly.
Zhang Shixun asked in surprise, "Were you also in the audience just now?"
"My husband booked a stand for you to sing. We both heard you sing this song, but we were far away, so we couldn't quite make out some of the words. So, we came to ask for your advice."
Ding Dusai was listening in and saw clearly that it was Li Yian who was in person. He no longer had anything to worry about and his attitude changed: "Sister, this is easy to handle. Just let the official copy it for you."
"Thank you so much, sister."
"Come to my changing room." Ding Dusai took Li Qingzhao's arm and walked into the backstage together.
When Zhang Shixun saw Li Qingzhao's appearance clearly under the light, he was stunned.
There are always encounters in life. This sentence is so well said.
Li Qingzhao was the one reading quietly beside the bookstall. At that time, Zhang Shixun was attracted by her elegant temperament and looked back frequently.
Ding Dusai asked, "Sister, didn't you come here with your husband?"
"We came together. He was just coming through the back door when he was captivated by a book on a bookstall. He's still squatting there reading it."
Zhang Shixun asked in surprise, "Why don't you buy it and go back to take a closer look?"
"I'm poor and can't bear to buy it."
Zhang Shixun was speechless. The couple was so poor that they couldn't even bear to buy an old book.
"Yao Dagangzi, come here." Zhang Shixun waved his hand. Yao Dagangzi was the one who played the role of the jar in variety shows. His name was very easy to remember.
Yao Dagangzi came running over and said, "Master, you called me?"
Zhang Shixun took out a large piece of silver and handed it to him, saying, "Please go to the used bookstall and find a senior official named Zhao. He is reading there. Buy the book he is reading and then bring this senior official Zhao back here."
Yao Dagangzi looked at the silver in his hand and said, "I don't need so much money to buy a tattered book."
"When you bring this great man here, use the remaining money to buy some fruit and cakes. Today is New Year's Eve, and I want to treat everyone in our Ding family to a feast."
"Bought them all?" Yao Dagangzi looked at the silver in his hand again. It could buy a lot of things.
“I bought them all.”
"Great!" Yao Dagangzi shouted happily and ran out of the backstage.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!" Li Qingzhao simply said thank you without any pretense.
Ding Dusai took them to the small compartment where he changed clothes and ordered someone to bring them pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
"Master Zhang, who wrote the song 'Linjiangxian' that you just sang?"
"Yes... I forgot." Zhang Shixun only knew that the author of the lyrics was from the Ming Dynasty, but he really couldn't remember who it was.
"Forgot...?" Li Qingzhao widened her eyes. Who would believe that someone could sing the poem completely but didn't remember the author's name?
"Sister, don't ask. It's pointless to ask. If you're pressed, you might as well just make up a name. It's better not to ask." Ding Dusai smiled. "The first time I heard him sing, it was a beautiful song. When I asked him the author, he said it was written by a monk, hehe!"
As she spoke, she hummed the song "Farewell" softly.
After hearing this, Li Qingzhao immediately said, "Sister, could you please write this "Farewell" for me as well?"
"Okay." Ding Dusai picked up the brush and said as he wrote, "Sister, think about it, is there any monk in the Song Dynasty who is good at writing lyrics and music?"
"No need to think about it. Just based on this song, no matter who he is, he will definitely become famous. As far as I know, there is no such monk in the Song Dynasty at that time." Li Qingzhao said, turning her head to look at Zhang Shixun.
Zhang Shixun coughed lightly and looked around in the small dressing room, deliberately avoiding looking at her.
After Ding Dusai finished writing, Li Shishi recited the "Farewell" in a low voice. She had countless questions in her mind for Zhang Shixun, but since it was their first meeting, she was too embarrassed to ask him too many questions. She could only suppress her curiosity and ask him for the "Linjiangxian" he had just sung.
Zhang Shixun secretly turned on the hosting function of the intelligent system and wrote calligraphy for him, still using Tang Yin's handwriting.
Li Qingzhao stood by and watched him write. When he finished, she picked it up and examined it carefully, wondering, "Mr. Zhang's handwriting is quite good. It's elegant and graceful, skillful yet not vulgar. It just lacks some momentum. It doesn't seem to match the elegance you display."
"Haha!" Zhang Shixun laughed dryly. Li Qingzhao was indeed a master. She could see the characteristics of Tang Yin's calligraphy at a glance.
Tang Yin was a bit of a frivolous person, so his writings naturally lacked some momentum.
Yao Dagangzi's voice came from outside, "Boss, I've brought Mr. Zhao here."
Ding Dusai responded: "Oh! I see."
Then a voice outside shouted, "How rude of you! Why did you bring me in here? Are you trying to kill me in broad daylight?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Shixun and the other two hurried out, only to see a man sitting on the ground outside.
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