Chapter 20: Writing Poetry

Lin Haoran saw their reactions in his eyes, and couldn't help but feel relieved, and naturally saw through the intentions of these people. It's just that he can't really embarrass others, after all, he also has the same needs, and only cooperation can be mutually beneficial.

He pretended to think seriously for a moment, then nodded cautiously, "That's right!" ”

This undoubtedly agrees with their views and a consensus has been reached in this regard.

Hearing this, the scholars whose eyes lit up slightly, and the scholar with moles on his face said impatiently: "Why don't you push those people away and settle the insurance with me and the other four, okay?" ”

This is the reason why they are in a hurry to find Lin Haoran this time, and they want to carry out mutual protection with him.

Originally, they already had a full five-person mutual insurance, but his partner who lived in Youpenglai Inn was burned by the fire, so they were missing a place.

It's just that this place is not to find a cat and a dog to fill it, these five people are each other's guarantees, if one of them cheats, then the other four will definitely be finished.

That's why they choose people very carefully. After hearing that Lin Haoran was coming, they immediately excitedly searched for Lin Haoran all over the city, but it was a pity that they couldn't find anyone after searching all the inns in the city.

Fortunately, they greeted every inn, so as soon as Lin Haoran checked in, someone notified them! It's just that who would have thought that Lin Haoran had already found someone to settle the guarantee, so it made them very nervous.

"That's not good!" Lin Haoran pretended to be embarrassed and said hesitantly. In fact, this is what he said in his heart, and at this moment he wanted to nod his head and agree to solve this big problem that bothered him.

Gui Gongzi seemed to know his indecisive nature, and immediately folded the fan and said with a tough attitude: "Brother Lin, what is there to be embarrassed about, you are not good to say, then I will help you say it!" ”

"This ...... Not really! Lin Haoran continued to pretend to be dumbfounded, but muttered again: "But they are very good, seeing that I didn't bring a study, they said they would give me some!"

"This is a wolf pen, given to you!" The fat scholar, who had been silent, took out a brush and stuffed it into him boldly.

"I didn't bring ink!" Lin Haoran muttered.

"This is the best pine smoke ink, for you!" The scholar with a mole on his face took out the ink and handed it to him in pain.

"The inkstone is also ...... Didn't bring it! Lin Haoran muttered.

"This is Duan Yan, for you!" The young scholar who looked like a girl said softly.

"......" Lin Haoran looked at your son, but he couldn't think of anything after thinking about it for a long time.

"I know you're shy, I'll help you with this!" The noble son took out the silver taels and stuffed them into Lin Haoran's arms, and he was so arrogant that he was in a mess.

Jiang Ronghua suddenly found that Lin Haoran was looking at him, and he was puzzled at first, but he immediately reacted, and immediately said angrily: "You count how many people are here!" ”

Lin Haoran counted it carefully, and immediately understood that this goods were insured with other people, so disappointed!

Although he didn't get the benefit from Jiang Ronghua, he was generally very happy when he got so many good things and solved the matter of the guarantee, and the four people who came to the door were simply living Lei Feng.

Early the next morning, the four of them knocked on his door and went with him to see the guarantor. They will be handed over to the county office, and as long as the situation is verified, they will be added to the list of candidates.

Solving this matter on his mind, the rich boy was very enthusiastic and immediately invited everyone to drink at the Fugui Restaurant.

This rich boy's brother is called Gu Qingfeng, the son of a rice merchant in this county, and his family is quite wealthy. The scholar with a big mole on his face is called Zheng Guozhi, a native of Shicheng County. The young scholar who looked like a girl was called Zhao Dongcheng, a rather imposing name, and the son of a cloth merchant in this county. The only fat man is named Zhang Lei, a native of Shicheng County.

Lin Haoran is a classmate of Gu Qingfeng and Zheng Guozhi, and the other two are not familiar with each other, but all four of them are students of Castle Peak Academy. Gu Qingfeng is the oldest, while Zhao Dongcheng is the youngest.

When I arrived on the second floor of the Fugui Restaurant, there was still a group of scholars here, and more than a dozen students immediately got together. I don't know who proposed the poem, but it turned out to be a huge response.

Since ancient times, there is no first, and there is no second!

The quality of this poem is actually difficult to comment, and after the work reaches a certain height, human words account for a very important factor. Therefore, we have already formed a tacit understanding, you help my works to tout, and I help your works to tout and tout, mutual benefit.

Lin Haoran leaned over and took a look, although he didn't know how to appreciate it, he thought that they were all written very ordinary, but Zhao Dongcheng, who looked like a woman, looked a little bit good, and it seemed to be a little powerful.

When it was Gu Qingfeng's turn, he carried his sleeve in one hand and splashed ink with the other, which was a bit of a genius. It's just that what is written with a brush is extremely ordinary, but the result is praised by the audience.

It's boring!

Lin Haoran looked at the bullshit poem, and then looked at the crowd who were touting it passionately, and immediately felt bored, so he turned from drinking and eating in the corner, thinking that it was almost time to go back to half the restaurant to help.

Everyone, you and I will blow out Gu Qingfeng's bad poem. But Chen Tuhong didn't know it, and the whole person was immediately fluttering, as if he had drunk two catties of soju.

Finally, someone noticed Lin Haoran's existence!

"Isn't this Lin Ruoyu who is on a par with Jiang Yuebai? Come on! Let's take a look at his poems! "This is a middle-aged scholar, and his tone seems to be from Aoyama Academy.

Everyone looked at Lin Haoran together, looking at him as if he was retreating, but his interest was even stronger. It's like persuading you to drink, the more you avoid drinking, the more fierce everyone will be.

The people who know the roots of Lin Haoran are even more energetic. Because they knew that this nerd was so engrossed in the books of the sages that his head could not be turned at all, that he was not proficient in poetry, and that he had never even heard him write poetry.

Therefore, someone has already taken action and half-pulled and half-pushed Lin Haoran to the table with pen and ink.

"I can't write poetry!"

Lin Haoran is busy shirking, this is really not a clichΓ©, and he really can't compose poetry. Although he once made a few fleshy love poems for the bubble girl, but if that thing is placed here, I'm afraid he is not a nerd, but a well-dressed beast.

After hearing this answer, everyone became more interested. What I like is that you can't write poetry, if you can really write poetry, then we really won't invite it!

"Don't hide! You are as famous as Jiang Yuebai, hurry up and write a poem, let me wait to open my eyes! ”

Lin Haoran was pushed back by the old student from Qingshan Academy again, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly on his face. How did he not know the little caution of everyone, he was not so thin-skinned, and finally held the brush that had been stuffed in his hand.

In the eyes of everyone waiting to see the joke, he put pen to paper!

"Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine. οΌŒβ€

Isn't that the one who wrote it? Who's coming!

didn't let others think of the answer, Lin Haoran wrote another sentence.

"Two yellow orioles singing green willows."

When this sentence fell, everyone laughed. This is preceded by a word, and a poem is copied at the back, what the hell is this? To say that he is not good at poetry is all praise, which is simply bullshit.

In the midst of everyone's laughter, Lin Haoran continued to write another sentence.

"Outside the long pavilion, on the side of the ancient road, a line of egrets is in the sky."

This is a crooked poem that is popular on the Internet, and it is sought after by many people, and it can be regarded as an interesting mixture. After writing this, Lin Haoran put down the brush and arched his hand towards everyone, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, two yellow orioles singing green willows."

"Outside the long pavilion, on the side of the ancient road, a line of egrets is in the sky."

When everyone looked at this poem, they couldn't help but shake their heads, and immediately despised Lin Haoran. It looks neat, but it's not just a patchwork, it's almost always a theft.

"Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine," from Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix", "two yellow orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on the blue sky." From Du Fu's "Quatrain", as for "outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road", this is completely added for neatness, or so plain and bland, without any bright spots.

The only thing that can be praised in the whole poem is the neatness of the two words.

"Sure enough, it's just an elm head!"

"With this kind of head, no matter how much you read the sage books, it's useless!"

"At this level, I even dared to come to the county exam, and I was destined to accompany the exam!"

……

Everyone looked at this bullshit poem, and their faces were full of contempt and heartache.

Those who know each other despise his poems, and those who don't know each other directly think that this person is unlearned, and it seems that except for the student named Zhao Dongcheng, no one pays attention to Lin Haoran's fact that he writes well.

Lin Haoran arched his hand and kept a smile on his face. Since everyone needs a nerd who doesn't learn and doesn't know anything, then he acts as a way to satisfy these people's sense of superiority.

Just looking at this sad expression, he felt funny again, obviously getting what they expected, but now he was acting so hypocritical, so sad and sad.

Everyone is laughing at him, so why doesn't he laugh at everyone?