On the morning of the 19th, a strange thing suddenly happened.

On the evening of the 18th, Su Jingmo received an official letter from the Criminal Department, saying that Nie Xiaoman had cracked a fake "flying in the sky" case, so he went to Xiaoman's gluttonous cat Zhai to listen to him tell the story of the case.

When I went, it happened that Nie Xiaoman locked the door of the room and hid inside to make Songhuang soup, which caused the cats to scratch and scratch outside.

In this Songhuang soup method, take a large piece of lamb leg meat, remove the bones, and unload and cut it into pieces; with five grass fruits; Return the beans to an appropriate amount, mash and peel. Then put the above three things together in the pot and add water to boil into soup. Strain the soup and set aside.

Then cut the cooked lamb breast into dice pieces, and the pine yellow juice and ginger juice half in one pot and fry in the same pot, put it into the spare broth, put it on the fire, and use chopped green onions, rock salt, and vinegar to reconcile the good taste.

After serving, Jing Mo sprinkled a little coriander in his bowl.

After the two of them had a beautiful meal, they talked about late at night, and Xiaoman asked Jing Mo to stay with him.

Since Jing Mo got married, he has rarely spent the night in Gluttony, but the old room where he lived in the past has not moved, and Jing Mo's bed is still placed, and Jing Mo still lives with him from time to time.

Early in the morning of the 19th, when Jing Mo got up and came to the patio to bask in the sun, Nie Xiaoman happened to go and buy a pot of firewood wontons and came back. Su Jingmo took two white porcelain bowls very familiarly, and the two of them divided the whole pot of wontons in two. The two of them didn't enter the house, just bathed in the morning breeze and ate this fragrant ravioli.

After tidying up, go back to the house. The small window was open, and the breeze that relieved the chill slipped in intermittently. It was still early, and the hustle and bustle of the street market in the distance was still very sparse, and the room seemed very quiet.

On the bookcase is a Northern Song Dynasty Chaozhou kiln shadow green incense burner, Su Hexiang is rising in the furnace, and the whole house is fragrant; On the left is an ancient vase with a black glazed plum blossom pattern, with two or three light red apricot blossoms inserted.

On the wall outside the fireplace hangs a couplet, "Things are man-made, and everything is fate; The environment is created by the heart, and of course it is wide to take a step back", this is a couplet of Qingcheng Mountain, which is intended to say that everything is in people. The next paragraph is Zhu Yunming, and the pen has the breath of Huang Tingjian.

Zhu Yunming is ugly because of his peculiar appearance, and because he has branches and fingers on his right hand, he calls himself Zhishan, and the world is called "Zhu Jingzhao". Zhu cursive master Li Yong, Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu, profound skills, this is his later works especially heavy changes, wind and bones.

In this fragrant and refreshing room, the fragrance is smooth and rebellious, and the qi helps the yang, which is more like a study full of Confucianism, and no one believes that this is a place where the detectives who wrestle with thieves, cheaters, culprits and great evils wrestle with each other. But to say that this place will soon set off a terrifying wave, it is even more unthinkable to anyone.

Airplanes...... Airplanes...... Airplanes......

A small bee flew into the window; Then there was one, two – the destination was the apricot blossom in a plum vase.

Jing Mo's attention was distracted, and his eyes were raised from the bulletin of the Criminal Department, watching the small swarm of bees work. I really can't look down on this little creature. It has superior properties - division of labor, mutual assistance, discipline, hard work, and these are the points that some people who claim to be the spirit of all things are ashamed of it.

Jing Mo groaned unconsciously.

"Regardless of the flat land and the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied, and after the flowers are harvested, who is hard for whom is sweet?"

"Jingmo, you still have this kind of Yaxing, I heard you compose a poem?"

Nie Xiaoman's sense of hearing is really keen, and even Jing Mo's low moaning can't escape his ears.

Jing Mo smiled shyly, "I'm not composing poems, I'm chanting the poems of my predecessors." Poetry is made by the poet Luo. ”

"Oh, you're talking about Luo Yin?" He put down the case file. "This name is a little rusty, I forgot whether he was from the Tang Dynasty or the Song Dynasty?"

He was born in the Tang Dynasty and died in the fifth generation, and he was a native of Wu Yue's Xincheng, with noble temperament, bold articles, and very good poems. This man has a lot of stories and it's very interesting. ”

"Oh, what a story, please tell one to hear."

It is said that a rich man was not satisfied with having a grandson, and he wanted a few more in order to "have a full house of children and grandchildren." When he was holding a "New Year's wine" for the child, the rich man wanted to ask Luo Yin to say a word of "Sun Duo", so he invited him to the banquet. On this day, the rich man's family was full of guests and held a feast. The rich man specially asked the chef to give Luo Yin a table and made a table full of "sauerkraut". What sweet and sour carp, sweet and sour pork ribs, marinated sour button meat, etc., are really varied, all kinds of sour. The rich man personally accompanied Luo Yin to the table. When the food came up, the rich man said, "The little grandson is one year old, thank you for coming, and I will prepare a glass of water and wine, which is not a tribute." Please! The guests raised their glasses and moved their chopsticks to gobble up. The old rich man frequently persuaded him to drink, and his face was full of spring breeze, but Luo Yin didn't taste wine and meat. ”

"Well, why didn't he eat it, didn't it suit his taste?"

Haha, the rich man also asked: "Luo Xianggong, aren't these dishes to your taste?" Luo Yin smiled but didn't answer, the rich man took a piece of sweet and sour carp and sent it to him, Luo Yin was inconvenient to excuse himself, so he took a bite of it, and he frowned and snorted, and his mouth sucked loudly.

"I actually fed him food, and the rich man really didn't stop doing it."

The rich man hurriedly asked, "Does this smell too sour?" Before Luo Yin could answer, the guests replied in a gossipy manner: "There are a lot of sour (Sun)!" Sour! When the rich man heard this flattering auspicious words, he smiled happily, and sent a piece of braised sour button meat to Luo Yin, thinking that he had eaten it and said "sour (grandson) more". Who knew that Luo Yin bit the piece of marinated acid button meat and shouted: "Ouch! Acid to death! ”

Nie Xiaoman could hear this, but shook his head again and again: "I think this matter is going to be bad." ”

Jing Mo nodded and said, "It's really strange to say, the banquet hasn't been dispersed yet, and the rich man's grandson is really dead." A celebratory "New Year's wine" turned into an unfortunate "mourning wine". ”

Xiaoman said again: "Jingmo, your memory is really good." Can you recite all the poems you have read? ”

Jing Mo replied: "Of course not, good poems are easy to remember, especially quatrains." This song is my beloved, so even the author's legends are remembered. ”

"So, in your opinion, this is a good poem?"

"Of course."

"Well, what's so good? Tell me about it. ”

"Did you hear me clearly? Do you want me to read it again? ”

"No, I hear every word clearly. But I'd like to hear your comments. ”

Jingmo said: "You should know that the main condition of poetry is emotion. This poem has sustenance and emotion. The so-called sustenance emotion is also the expression of emotion. You say, don't you? ”

He lowered his gaze and pondered for a moment before he said, "Do you mean the last two sentences of emotion?" ”

"Not bad. After picking a hundred flowers into honey, for whom is it hard and for whom is it sweet? If I were to quote an idiom, it would be a deep idea. ”

Nie Xiaoman suddenly frowned and did not answer.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and the hum began again. Jing Mo saw Nie Xiaoman frowning, and he was a little puzzled in his heart, as if Xiaoman was not very satisfied with his poetic theory.

Jing Mo asked, "Xiaoman, I also like to hear your opinion." Do you think this poem is good? ”

Nie Xiaoman picked up and put down the tea bowl, and suddenly shook his head.

He said, "I mean exactly the opposite of yours." I think if you can change two words, you can call it a good poem! ”

That's a bold statement! Jing Mo couldn't help but be secretly surprised. Because although Nie Xiaoman often has a unique view of things, which can be regarded as reasonable, but poetry is not in his field of study, how can he have such an abrupt view?

Jing Mo was stunned: "What? You say the poem is bad? ”

Nie Xiaoman replied very happily: "Indeed, if you don't change it, it may not be good. ”

"How do you change it? Are you going to change it? ”

"Of course!"

Jing Mo was stunned again! It's not that he looks down on his friends, but Nie Xiaoman is not a poet. Even if he is not an abrupt ancient, he is close to being reckless.