Brush Brush Brush ......

"Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts,"

"But the old way is changeable."

"Lishan language is half a night,"

"Tears and rain will never complain."

"What a lucky brocade,"

"Wishing for the day."

……

Lin Haoran's brush wandered on the white rice paper, and the poems were like cannonballs with grievances, and they exploded in this hall after the wonderful recitation of the beautiful woman.

Every sentence and word entered everyone's eardrums, and it was like a burst note, which was deafening, numb, and intoxicating.

Pan Xian's poetry club didn't make a sound, everyone seemed to have been fallen, there were not a few people with tears in their eyes, and the woman who was reciting was also affected, and her voice was a little choked at the end.

The bead curtain has been pulled open by Yahuan, and the pianist Mulan has a ripple in her eyes, and when she hears "Tears and rain will never complain", she stood up and prepared to walk this way. It's just that after all, I felt that it was inappropriate, so I pulled the handkerchief tightly, twisted my head away, and suppressed the impulse in my heart.

Jiang Ronghua is a person who really understands poetry, sighed bitterly in his eyes, and then made a compilation towards this former classmate, obviously impressed by this person's talent.

The old man in plain clothes sat at the long table, couldn't help but pick up the wine glass again, and was about to drink it all when he raised his head, but suddenly laughed dumbly, and the wine in the cup had already been emptied by him.

Zheng Shijie's body couldn't help but take a few steps back, and when he heard the last sentence, he fell into the chair, his calf trembled slightly, as if all his strength had been drained.

All illusions were shattered at this moment, and this Shicheng case leader was so amazing that he had been waiting to see the joke. I don't know this, but everyone has become a joke.

Don't say that these young and vigorous scholars, even those highly respected scholars, look like mourning at this time. The wishful thinking of knowing everything has failed, and the limelight of this year's Pan Xian Poetry Club still belongs to Shicheng County.

The difference from last year was that at that time they all knew Jiang Yuebai's name, so if they lost, they lost.

It's just that this time I thought it was a win, especially Shicheng County, which also pushed a "nerd" as the head of the case, which was simply self-defeating. But who would have thought that this inconspicuous nerd would use the most violent means to pull all the students in Maoming, Dianbai, Huazhou, and Xinyi to the ground, becoming the most dazzling existence of the entire poetry club.

"This word should be clear!"

"I'm afraid "Magnolia Flower Order" is difficult to write!"

"I didn't expect that after Jiang Yuebai, there was another genius in Shicheng!"

……

Respected scholars have sighed, some people are sincerely admired by the words, and some people are inevitably still sour. At least in their opinion, Lin Haoran's level is lower than Jiang Yuebai's.

After all, he was still unwilling, but he smiled falsely: "Shicheng does have another genius, but he only understands words, not poetry, which is a pity." ”

"That's true, our poetry club still has to rely on poetry to suppress the formation, although this word is good, if there is no good poetry, it still can't serve the public!" Some people should even echo and cooperate with the suppression of Lin Haoran.

Just between words, a hat of "only knowing words but not poetry" was buttoned on Lin Haoran's head, even if his reputation was promoted, it would undoubtedly be discounted.

Shameless!

Shameless old man!

Who would dare to disagree?

Gu Qingfeng and others secretly scolded in their hearts, these old people didn't even care about their faces in order to help the candidates in their own county. It's just that after all, the times are different, and they don't dare to really jump out to refute it, otherwise they will be disrespectful.

There was an old man who was even more excessive, and joked with Feng Beiren: "Since I don't know poetry, but I don't know how Shicheng County's trial poem is lived, I know that it is written bamboo, so he can't just fool around with it, right?" ”

"I think it's possible, after all, this trial post poem is not strict, hehe!" The previous lifting people's eyes were slightly bright, which was to echo the Tao.

Lin Haoran originally wanted to put down his pen, but after hearing these words, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he immediately splashed ink and wrote down the trial post poem he made that day.

"Section after section, a thousand branches and leaves."

"I don't bloom, so I don't tickle bees and butterflies."

……

The poem is still read aloud by the beautiful waiter, who first reads the first two lines, and when she gets to the end, she looks at the crowd with a proud gaze, and then spits out the last two lines.

I don't bloom, I don't tease bees and butterflies.

This sentence seems to be specially designed to slap people's faces, don't you doubt that I can't compose poetry? Don't you think I'm just a nerd who works hard? I'll explain it to you now, I'm just burying my head in hard work, disdainful of the prosperity of the world.

Syllable! Syllable!

Those Maoming elders who were sitting at the opposite table and respected were suddenly like being slapped in the face, and no one dared to say a word, they all looked at Lin Haoran in a daze.

Can they say that Lin Haoran deliberately hid it and deliberately made them make a fool of himself?

No!

Lin Haoran's "I don't bloom, so as not to flirt with peaks and butterflies", this is writing bamboo, but it is also a matter of words. People are people with great ambitions, and they want to grow into pillars, and they disdain to do anything to attract bees and butterflies.

The pen was written, and the hall fell silent again, and only the noisy voices outside came in.

Lin Haoran put down the pen, looked up at the old man who had "found fault" before, and arched his hand domineeringly at them. Even the lifter couldn't help but salute him back.

I used to think that Lin Haoran's talent was abrupt, but after this poem, no one felt that this was a person who really pursued knowledge, and it was not on the same level as those young people who pursued fame.

"Zihou, the old man is in vain! In my opinion, Jiang Yuebai is nothing more than that, this son is above it. ”

The manuscript of the poem was copied with honor, and a copy was sent to the old man in plain clothes, and after the old man in plain clothes read it carefully, he stroked his beard and brushed his beard, without hiding his appreciation for Lin Haoran.

When everyone heard this, they all looked at each other, but they didn't expect this person to give such a high evaluation. You must know that Jiang Yuebai is not only famous in Gaozhou Mansion, but even in the Liangguang region.

But they didn't dare to refute it, because from Chen Xuezheng's attitude towards this old man in plain clothes, they could know that this person was either rich or expensive. And Lin Haoran's poem is enough to prove that his talent is indeed very comparable.

There will be two episodes in the poetry meeting!

When Chen Xuezheng used the proposition of "bamboo" to let everyone compose poems, a group of students picked up the pen but couldn't put it down, and many people looked at Lin Haoran's poems and put down their pens in frustration.

When the poetry meeting was about to end, Zhang Tongzhi from Gaozhou Mansion suddenly rushed here and went straight to the old man in plain clothes who was in the second seat. It's just that the old man in plain clothes was very cold, and he got up and left after a while, while Zhang Tongzhi and Chen Xuezheng insisted on sending each other.

"Who is that old man?"

"Didn't you hear Zhang Tongzhi call him anything?"

"Huh? He is our province...... Weng Shangshu? ”

……

Seeing Weng Lao leave, everyone guessed the identity of the old man in plain clothes, and it turned out to be Weng Shangshu, who was angry with Jiajing because of his resignation and "cut his nationality to the people".

Ding Sinian's Pan Xian Poetry Meeting ended, Shicheng stood out again, and Lin Haoran's poem and a half began to spread. Since then, the world has known that there is a great talent in Shicheng, Lin Haoran, who is stupid.