blogombal Chapter 382
Chapter 382
When there was laughter in the barrage area.
In the live broadcast screen, Li Bai took Xiao Xian to a tavern again.
"Xiao Er, serve the wine!" Xiao Er
of the shop saw that the two of them had a good temperament, especially Xiao Xian's body and looked at it twice.
I didn't dare to delay too much, and immediately ran to the back kitchen and turned out the wine.
Carefully determine whether you took it wrong, and immediately sent it to the front.
"Two masters, the wine is here!" Li
Bai poured a bowl for himself and Xiao Xian at the same time, Xiao Xian smiled and said, "Do you have enough money on you?"
The smell of this wine is also very mellow, and it will not be cheap to sell this pot of wine!" Li
Baihao said: "Do you know how many people in the world want to invite me to eat wine, if I report my name, the owner of this tavern will definitely not charge me a penny for wine."
Between you and me, even if you eat and drink, there is a virtuous brother who will take care of everything for you!"
Xiao Xian chuckled and shook his head, according to the records in historical documents, Li Bai was a chic and casual person.
But what Xiao Xian didn't expect was that the other party was so chic and casual.
And the other party improvised poems while drunk, and each one has been passed down for thousands of years.
It can be seen how profound the other party's talent is.
"Brother Bai, Brother Xian toasts you!" After speaking, Xiao Xian picked up the wine in the bowl and drank it all.
Li Bai laughed out loud, and then drank the wine in the bowl cleanly.
The two looked at each other, and there was a sudden silence, followed by laughter at the same time.
After a while, Li Bai asked: "Brother Xian said that he came from a thousand years later, and he doesn't know what he said about coming back
?" Xiao Xian said curiously: "Do you really believe that I came from a thousand years later? Aren't you afraid that I am a liar?"
But on what basis did the poet immortal in front of him determine his identity?
"Why should I not believe you? I have been obsessed with being half-drunk and half-awake all year round, and sometimes I can't tell the difference between dream and reality, but I have some vague concepts, who knows if this is a dream or reality?" Li Bai laughed and poured wine for each other.
Xiao Xian said: "The poems made by the elder brother are written in reality or
in dreams?" Li Bai smiled: "I think reality and dreams are just one place, the so-called reality is the dream, and the so-called dream is also reality!"
Xiao Xian frowned and asked, "How to interpret this
?" Li Bai picked up his wine bowl, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Brother Xian, where do you think a person's pain comes from?"
Xiao Xian thought for a while and said, "A person's pain should come from life, from the people and things around
him!" "Wrong!" Li Bai drank all the wine in the bowl.
"What's wrong?"
"Everything's wrong
!" Li Bai continued: "A person's pain comes from imagination!"
Xiao Xian continued to frown, because he still didn't understand, but he didn't open his mouth to ask again.
He was waiting for the other party to give him a complete answer.
Li Bai smiled and said: "People's ideological consciousness is the deepest and most wonderful, their imagination is incomparably huge, just like a mountain, but also like a white cloud under the sky! Their imagination
is as painful as it is, so if according to this statement, dreams are reality, and reality is tantamount to a battlefield!"
Xiao Xian said: "But reality is reality after all, and dreams are dreams after all."
Although everyone does not want to bear the pain, the pain is real.
If you keep your will immersed in dreams, isn't it a way to escape from reality?"
"No, the dream I am talking about is not the same as the dream you are talking about!" Li Bai suddenly said meaningfully.
Xiao Xian was slightly stunned, and said, "Brother Xian, listen to me!" "
Your dream is a dream, but my dream is reality, which is a deeper thought derived from recognizing reality and seeing reality.
This thought will no longer be shaken by the pain in front of it, because the thought itself has long been indestructible!".