What is the occasion?

This is my wife's birthday banquet, everyone writes poems and lyrics to celebrate their birthday, what is your intention to write two "Nai" in a row? !

Just kidding, playing a little temper, but also to have a degree!

How unreasonable!

The protégés were filled with righteous indignation, indignant at what Zhu Ping'an had done, and expressed their indignation and contempt with their eyes and sighs.

But

What happened next made them even more indignant, and the grumpy people were going to be angry.

Because of Zhu Ping'an, he, he, he went on to write three words "Nai Ruohe".

At this point, the first line of Zhu Ping'an's "Congratulations to Master Mother's Birthday" has been written: "What do you want."

Everyone is about to explode, Zhu Ping'an is too much, is this a birthday poem, advertised as "He Shi's Mother's Birthday", but what is written "Na He Na Ruo", the paper is full of negativity, decadence and disappointment, what kind of birthday poem is this.

The scene was in an uproar.

Mrs. Xu turned her head to look at Xu Jie, Xu Jie smiled slightly, reached out to cover Mrs. Xu's hand, and gently rubbed it twice.

"Zihou, what kind of birthday poem are you?" The cup in Xu Fan's hand was almost unstoppable.

"Birthday poems." Zhu Ping'an replied seriously.

Birthday Poems?!!!

!

What kind of birthday celebration is this, this tone is clearly a curse poem!

Everyone is upset for Xu Fan!

However, everyone's sighs, dissatisfaction and indignation did not affect Zhu Ping'an's play, in the indignation of everyone, Zhu Ping'an's performance was super stable, well, he picked up another line and wrote two more words.

That's right

Or the word "Nai".

Lose your marbles.

Zhu Ping'an, this guy must be crazy.

You madman, are you going to ruin your teacher's birthday banquet, everyone can't wait to stuff Zhu Ping'an's head into the inkstone at this moment!

Another "Na He", Xu Fan was completely messy.

Zhang Juzheng touched his chin with his right hand, frowned very tightly, and looked at Zhu Ping'an without blinking.

In the midst of the indignation and criticism, Zhu Ping'an still smiled on his face, held the brush in his right hand and swayed it again, raised the pen to complete the second sentence, the penmanship was skillful, the pen walked the dragon and snake, like flowing water, swaying freely.

"It's raining today."

Although he didn't write "Na He" anymore, everyone's criticism and indignation against Zhu Ping'an did not weaken in the slightest.

Although you didn't write anymore, but your sentence "Why is it raining today" is still full of negativity, decadence and disappointment, and you are a birthday poem, the first sentence "What is the rain today", the second sentence "What is the rain today", not to mention, you have written half of this poem, but it has nothing to do with the birthday celebration.

Ay!

What kind of people this is.

And the face smiles!

The teacher treats you like a mountain, do you repay the teacher like this?! If I were you, I would have hung myself up a long time ago to apologize to my teacher.

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, and the urge to stuff Zhu Ping'an's head into the inkstone became stronger.

After writing the second sentence, Zhu Ping'an dipped the brush in ink again, and then moved the pen again without stopping for a second, like a dragon riding the wind and waves, and the phoenix soaring with the wind in the nine days, and wrote the third line of the poem in one breath:

"The pouring rain wishes my mother a birthday".

After Zhu Ping'an's poem was written, a small burst of surprise sounded in the lobby.

"Huh?"

"This?"

"Seems to be interesting."

After everyone saw Zhu Ping'an's third sentence, they couldn't help but whisper in surprise, as soon as the third sentence came out, this birthday poem seemed to be a little interesting, and the negativity and decadence of the first two sentences seemed to have been reduced a lot.

Although it is not as good as the birthday poem made by everyone in front, it finally has a little bit of a birthday poem.

The indignation in everyone's hearts was slightly reduced, and when they looked at Zhu Ping'an again, they had the feeling of watching the prodigal son turn around. Although this prodigal son is still unaccomplished, unkempt, and unreliable, at least he is willing to turn back.

Before everyone's surprise disappeared, Zhu Ping'an dipped the ink and moved the pen again, and the dragon flew and the phoenix danced the last sentence of the whole poem in one go, and finally closed the pen lightly, and then suddenly lifted the pen and retracted it, just like the dragon swinging its tail and the phoenix spreading its wings!

At this point, the whole poem is on the page.

"Congratulations to Mrs. Niang"

What can be done,

However, it is raining today.

The pouring rain wishes the mother's birthday,

Shou is more than the pouring rain.

Zhu Ping'an took the pen back, and the hall was quiet, so quiet that he could hear it clearly even if a needle fell to the ground.

The silence lasted for two seconds, and after two seconds, the hall was boiling with boiling water.

"Huh? Good! ”

"This ...... The finishing touch! Good poetry! ”

"It turns out that you can still write birthday poems like this! Champion Lang deserves to be Champion Lang, this skill in controlling words is really amazing. ”

"Hahaha, this poem is really full of twists and turns, especially the finishing touch of the last sentence, the whole poem is out of the dust and sublimated in an instant, it is really a rare birthday masterpiece."

"I'll just say, the teacher waits for the champion Lang to regain his spirit, how can the champion Lang make a mess at the master's birthday banquet. Hehe, Zhuang Yuanlang is really bold, humorous, and deliberately made a birthday poem to help the fun. ”

After everyone came back to their senses, they all clapped their hands and applauded.

Everyone is a disciple of Master Xu, and at the beginning they were just indignant that Zhu Ping'an, the little junior brother, actually wrote a "Nai" at the birthday banquet of his mother, and thought that he was playing temper, making a petty temperament, and not being sensible, now that the misunderstanding has been clarified, and this poem made by Zhu Ping'an is humorous and wonderful, and it is a rare good birthday poem, so everyone did not hesitate to praise them.

Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen are salty and tolerant.

The dull atmosphere in the room was swept away in an instant, and the atmosphere was warm, reaching the climax of the whole banquet.

Both expected and unexpected, Zhang Juzheng looked at Zhu Ping'an's birthday poem, his expression was a little complicated, and after being silent for a while, he clapped his hands with everyone.

"Haha, Zihou, you kid can."

Xu Fan came to Zhu Ping'an's side with a smile and slapped Zhu Ping'an on the shoulder, "Do you know that you scared me just now." I also thought about how I would plead with you if my mother was angry. ”

"Thank you for your concern."

Zhu Ping'an thanked Xu Fan, then pointed to the teacup in Xu Fan's hand, and asked with a smile, "Hehe, have you finished drinking your tea, I don't know if you will be punished for three cups of wine that Ping An is late?" ”

"Count you kid lucky." Xu Fan shook the teacup in his hand, and half a cup of tea in it swirled with the cup.

"Hehe, thank you, brother." Zhu Ping'an smiled and thanked him.

"Giggle...... You're a student, you're a monkey. This whole scene teaches people to remember his poems, and they can't forget them if they want to......" In the first place, Mrs. Xu covered her lips with a handkerchief, smiled sideways and whispered to Xu Jie.

Xu Jie smiled but said nothing. (https:)

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