After confirming the room, Li Fan and the man walked downstairs.

The old man and the little girl were waiting downstairs. When they saw the two of them coming down, the old man and the little girl showed a look of expectation on their faces.

The old man wanted to know if Li Fan would live here? But he did not ask.

Li Fan smiled and said, "Old man, I think this place is pretty good, so I will stay here tonight. Thank you very much for bringing me here."

The old man was overjoyed after hearing this. He could see that Li Fan did not plan to live here reluctantly, but really thought it was OK. The old man smiled and said, "Where, where, we should thank you for taking care of the business."

The little girl said, "Does uncle like this place?"

Li Fan nodded and said, "This place is clean and simple, giving people a very comfortable feeling. Uncle likes to live here."

The little girl cheered and said, "I like this place too, but I like home more."

Li Fan smiled and said, "This is right. No matter how good it is outside, it is not as good as the home."

Then, the old man said goodbye to Li Fan. It was already dark and he had to rush home.

Li Fan watched the two disappear into the night. Although the sky was already dark, it was not pitch black. The silver moonlight disappeared into the boundless blackness. The moon tonight was very round and bright.

After the old man and the little girl returned, Li Fan went to the city for dinner, and then wandered around for a while before returning to the hotel.

At this time, the night gradually deepened, and the full moon in the sky seemed to be brighter.

In the hotel room, Li Fan stood by the window and looked up at the full moon in the sky.

The full moon is always poetic and picturesque. Many ancient poets liked to write poems with the moon, perhaps because of its poeticity.

As the night became deeper, Li Fan lay on a simple handmade wooden bed. The ground beside the bed was a faint silvery white, just like the frost of winter, which was the moonlight that shone through the window.

Seeing this scene, Li Fan suddenly felt aroused his heart. He thought of a very simple poem in his previous life that had been sung through the ages.

For thousands of years, that simple poem has resonated with countless wanderers, and it is one of the most famous ancient poems in the previous life.

That poem is the "Quiet Night Thoughts" by the poet Li Taibai.

Thinking of this poem, Li Fan sat up from the bed, got out of bed, and stood by the window again.

Li Fan just left home and didn't miss home, but for some reason, after thinking about "Quiet Night Thoughts" in his previous life, coupled with the scene in front of him, Li Fan began to have a faint longing for his hometown.

Missing is very light, but it is very real.

This may be the charm of this eternal masterpiece, which can make people who don’t miss their home resonate in their hearts. If a wanderer who has been away from home for a long time is already full of longing for home, under this situation, when he sees this poem again, the resonance in his heart will be extremely strong.

The moon was white and frosted. Looking back at the moonlight beside the bed, Li Fan suddenly felt a little touched and moved. He took out a brush and ink from the Xianyuan Space, dipped the pen into ink, and wrote on the wall diagonally opposite the head of the bed:

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Looking up at the bright moon, thinking of my hometown.”

There is no title or signature, only these twenty words.

...

The next morning, Li Fan checked out and left the hotel. When checking out, Li Fan told the man that if he was still spending the night in the town tonight, he would come to this hotel again.

The man was naturally extremely happy and said that the shop welcomed Li Fan to stay at any time.

After Li Fan left, the man entered the room where Li Fan lived last night and prepared to clean the room and change it to a clean set of bed sheets and quilt covers.

As soon as he entered the room, the man noticed a few more poems on one wall.

"Huh?" The man was quite surprised. The poem was obviously left by the young man last night.

"Where did he get the brush?" The man muttered in his heart. Naturally, there was no brush prepared in his room. It should have been carried by the young man.

"I still keep my brush with me when I go out. It seems that I am a person who likes calligraphy." The man thought so in his heart again.

The man didn't think that Li Fan wrote on the wall without authorization. Anyway, the store couldn't be opened anymore, so just write a few words.

Then, the man looked carefully and was shocked when he looked at it. It was not that he could see how good this song was, but because of the words themselves.

The man didn't understand calligraphy, but he could see that the words on the wall were very well written.

What a good method? He doesn't know, and can't describe it. He only knows that the characters are very, very beautiful, very powerful and elegant. This is the best-looking brush calligraphy he has ever seen.

A man doesn’t like calligraphy. He thinks that no matter how good the calligraphy looks, it’s just like that. He can’t understand it. Why do some people who like calligraphy say that looking at those well-written characters is simply a pleasure?

Can a word be read a kind of enjoyment? The man couldn't understand it. He had also read some words that were called a kind of enjoyment, but he couldn't feel it was a kind of enjoyment.

Of course, a good character is a good character, but it is just a good character. It would be too exaggerated to say that it is enjoyment?

But now, when the man looked at the words on the wall, he suddenly believed the words of those who like calligraphy.

Because, at this moment, he really felt that looking at the words on the wall was a pleasure. Those words were vigorous and elegant, as if there was life, and were as ethereal as immortals.

The man was fascinated by the moment. He never thought that he would be fascinated by a few words, but he didn't understand calligraphy and didn't like calligraphy.

But he is really fascinated now.

It turned out that it was not that he would not be fascinated by the words, but that all the words he had seen before could not be fascinated by him.

The man respected the young man who stayed in the hotel last night. He never expected that a young man younger than him would have such profound calligraphy attainments.

He hadn't cared about young people writing on the wall before, but now, he suddenly became extremely concerned.

It’s not that I blame the young people for writing on the wall without authorization, but that the words with such profound calligraphy skills are written on this wall, which is simply impossible to get even if I spend a lot of money.

The man became very excited inexplicably. No matter whether his store can be opened in the future, it would be enough to have the honor of letting a young man with such profound calligraphy leave words on the wall, and it would be enough, and it would be worth it that he spent nearly a year here.

Originally, men would not have such an idea. After all, art is virtual after all. No matter how good the words on the wall are, they are not real money.

The man spent nearly a year here, not only did he not make money, but he also lost money. He would not have thoughts that he spent nearly a year here because of a few words.

How come a few words can reduce the time and cost of nearly a year?

But the man really has this idea now. Whether it’s the cost of the past year or the cost, it doesn’t matter if it’s spent.

Perhaps, this kind of thought will not last long for the man, but he really has this kind of thought.
Chapter completed!