Houses in Taoyuan Village are far apart from each other, and the place where Song Jin lives is particularly remote. There is no place to go to the village or shop. It is indeed difficult to find people who come here for the first time.

Fortunately, I finally found it today and my trip was not in vain.

Not far ahead, I saw an antique small courtyard, with wisps of smoke rising from the chimney on the roof. Behind the house was a large dense peach blossom forest, and not far away was a shimmering paddy field. Occasionally in the yard

A few old scalpers buzzed...

"Opening up the wasteland in the south, I returned to my garden. I have a square house with more than ten acres, and eight or nine thatched houses. The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees are in front of the hall. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins... Tsk, it seems that Mr. Song is

A fan of Tao Yuanming?" Ning Xi smiled.

After running around all day today, Gong Shangze was about to fall down from exhaustion. But when he turned around, he saw that Ning Xi was still reciting poems in high spirits. It was really...indescribable...

There was no gate to the yard, it was just a fence made of several logs. The two men straightened their appearance a little, and then walked to the firewood gate.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Song at home?" Gong Shangze called towards the yard.

There was no movement inside.

However, looking at the chimney on the roof, someone must be at home.

The two called a few more times, and sure enough, after a while, a figure came out of the house.

I saw that the visitor was wearing a long coat of coarse cloth, with a gray beard, a strong spirit, and an air of immortality.

After seeing Song Jin in person, Ning Xi's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The image of the old gentleman shows that he has no desires and desires at first glance. People who have no desires and desires are the hardest to deal with!

"Mr. Song!" Gong Shangze is a big fan of Song Jin. When he saw his idol, he was immediately exhausted and full of blood. He said excitedly, "Mr. Song, I'm sorry to disturb your peace. My name is Gong Shang.

Ze, I am a designer. I like your works very much. You are my favorite calligrapher and painter. I still have your superb "Frogs in Ten Miles" in my collection..."

Gong Shangze is indeed a qualified fan. He is very familiar with Song Jin's works, and the love and excitement in his eyes are real and pure. From Ning Xi's point of view, if she had such a cute and enthusiastic little fan, it would be great

You came all the way to see me, why should I invite you in for a cup of tea?

"There are no calligraphers or painters here, only an old man. Please come back."

However, Song Jin's expression was very indifferent from the beginning to the end, and his eyes did not even look like he was looking at two people, but just two lifeless things. In the end, he only replied this sentence and went directly into the room.

Looking at the door that closed ruthlessly, Gong Shangze looked disappointed, "Although I was prepared... but..."

Ning Xi patted his shoulder, "It's nothing, at least you got to meet your idol!"

Gong Shangze cheered up again: "I still want to wait."

Ning Xi also had this plan, "Then just wait a little longer! Maybe Mr. Song will be willing to see us if he sees our sincerity!"

The two of them waited outside the door until the sun went down.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, Ning Xi sighed, "God is so uncooperative! It would be nice to have a downpour at this time to brighten the atmosphere!"

However, it was obvious that God was not kind to him. They did not wait for the heavy rain until the end, and of course, they did not wait for Song Jin to change his mind.

"Shangze, come back tomorrow! If you're later, you won't be able to catch the last bus!"

Although Gong Shangze was unwilling to do so, he had no choice but to leave first.
Chapter completed!