If you feel apologetic, just send me a few pounds of good tea.
Bai Qi was full of confidence. He was filled with knowledge but had no place to use it. His master Ninghai Zen only liked grand, conspicuous poems and had absolutely no interest in matters of love.
"Brother Bai can write poetry too?"
Xu Zirong was surprised.
"Bring the brush and ink."
Bai Qi drank tea as if it were wine, grandly asking for paper and pen. With a wave of his hand, he copied down several poems.
"Brother Bai, you truly are a versatile talent!"
Xu Zirong glanced over them briefly. Although he wasn't skilled in literary matters, he was cultured enough to discern quality.
"When you have time, definitely come to Weinan Prefecture, and I'll introduce you to my sister."
Bai Qi seemed not to hear, gulping down tea.
He thought to himself:
"Copying poems is mostly a beautiful thing, one must try it."
After a while, Xu Zirong excitedly bade farewell and left.
