Chapter 499 A moment of Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold.

When Hua Lang and Wen Meng left the suburbs to go home, the sunset was already twilight, and the evening breeze was blowing softly, as if the spring breeze had also felt the joy of the two of them.

Smoke was already burning on both sides of the street, and the children of several families were still frolicking in the streets, and from time to time parents came out to call their children home for dinner, and when they reached the end of the day, when there were only a few children left, they felt bored, so they went back.

In the evening, everyone has to go home.

Now that Hua Lang and Wen Meng have a home, they also want to go back.

The door of the detective agency was closed, and it was a little unusual to be quiet inside, Hua Lang frowned slightly, could it be that they were still in the state government and didn't come back, but it's impossible to think about it?

Hua Lang pushed open the door, and after a squeak, their eyes suddenly lit up, and then there was a welcome, a lively sound, Bao Zhenggong Sun Ce and Yin Wuyi They were all in the small courtyard of the detective agency, there was a round table in the courtyard, on which all kinds of food were placed, the moonlight was very beautiful tonight, and the small courtyard of the moonlight was clear.

Gongsun Ce rushed forward and quipped: "You little couple really make us wait, is it possible that there are so many love words to say?" ”

The people here tonight are all Hua Lang's closest friends, so Wen Meng also got rid of his shyness and said with a smile: "Of course, we just got married, of course we have love to say, and I also asked Hua Lang to write me a lot of words!" ”

After everyone listened to Wen Meng's words, they immediately started to coax, and Hua Wan'er even ran to hold Wen Meng's hand, and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, what words has my brother made for you, let's listen to it!" ”

Wen Meng was suddenly called sister-in-law, feeling a little unaccustomed, but after hearing this word, she was still very relieved, because now she was Mrs. Hua, Wen Meng's cheeks suddenly reddened, and she was about to chant the words that Hua Lang said to herself, but at this time, she was suddenly interrupted by Hua Lang.

Of course, these words are not that Hua Lang is not allowed to say them, but that Bao Zheng and Gongsun Ce here are both scholars, and a few of the words that Hua Lang said to Wen Meng are in Bai Juyi's long hatred song, this poem is very famous, Bao Zheng and Gongsun Ce can't be ignorant of the Tao, if Wen Meng said this sentence, then wouldn't he be exposed?

So at this time, Hua Lang said with a smile: "That's the love words of the two of us, if you say it for fear that everyone will laugh, you will be exempted, if you really want to hear it, I will be the first one another day, come, everyone quickly sit down, eat and eat." ”

Hua Lang wanted to change the topic, but today he was very happy, and everyone wanted to make a fuss, so how could they stop there, so after Hua Lang said those words, Bao Zheng said: "We don't listen to the love words of the two of you, but as a new word, why wait until another day, I think it's okay tonight." ”

Hua Lang suddenly felt that his mouth was a little cheap, why did he say that he wanted to make new words, and now he was coerced by Bao Zheng, but it was really a little difficult for him, today by the stream, he said almost all the love poems he could think of.

Just when Hua Lang felt a little embarrassed, Gongsun Ce suddenly stood up and said: "My lord, you are a little embarrassed Brother Hua like this, how can you let him make a new word tonight, I think it should be like this, Brother Hua is very good, but I don't know how the poem is, we think we should let him write a poem for us on the spot, not only that, but the first sentence of the poem must also be thought about, let Brother Hua continue, what do you think, Lord Bao?" ”

When I first heard Gongsun Ce's first sentence, everyone thought that Gongsun Ce was going to say good things for Hua Lang, so that he didn't want to do it, but after listening to Gongsun Ce's later words, everyone suddenly realized that Gongsun Ce was saying good things for Hua Lang, and it was clear that he was going to be embarrassed for Hua Lang, and Hua Lang didn't know how to curse this Gongsun Ce's little white face at this time, he stole other people's poems to chant, so as long as there was a theme, but now Gongsun Ce They want a poem and want him to continue, he has that kind of ability, if he can't continue, Isn't it to be exposed?

On this moonlit night in early spring, Hua Lang's forehead gradually showed sweat, and at this time, others were still coaxing, saying that this idea was good, and that the poem should be used as the beginning.

Just when Hua Lang was nervous, Gongsun Ce stood up and said: "I said a word to Brother Hua in the suburbs today, I think it is best to use that sentence to compose the beginning of the poem, and that sentence is very pertinent, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, just this sentence, what do you think?" ”

As soon as everyone heard this, they all nodded in agreement, saying that they would use this sentence, this sentence is good, and after Hualang heard Gongsun Ce say this sentence, his heart suddenly snickered, because he didn't know how Gongsun Ce came up with this sentence, but this sentence really has a source, this is the first sentence in the big poet Su Shi's "Spring Festival", Gongsun Ce must not know the poem Lu Dao, so he Hualang just borrowed it.

However, Hua Lang felt that he couldn't show it too obviously, so he shirked and said: "How can this work, I think it's better to change the day, everyone is tired enough today, let's go rest after eating." ”

Hua Lang said this, everyone was willing, and they felt that Gongsun Ce's poem was really good, if Hua Lang didn't make a poem, it would be a bit of a waste of this poem, everyone coaxed and involved, and Hua Lang felt that the time was almost right, so he said: "Okay, okay, since everyone is so gracious, I will make a poem, but if it is not good, you must not laugh at it!" ”

Everyone shouted that if you don't laugh or laugh, you hurry up, so in this hustle and bustle, Hua Lang gently chanted out the Spring Festival:

The spring night is worth a thousand gold, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.

The sound of the song pipe building is thin, and the swing courtyard is heavy at night.

After Hua Lang finished chanting, he repeatedly said that it was not good, it was not good, but Gongsun Ce and Bao Zheng were excited, and they said: "Brother Hua is polite, how can this word be said badly, even if it is placed in the Tang Dynasty, with only this poem, Brother Hua is enough to occupy a place in the sea of poetry." ”

Listening to Gongsun Ce's words, Hua Lang expressed his humility again and again, but this humility was superficial, because Hua Lang had already expected that Su Shi was known as the god of poetry, and his poems were naturally no worse than some poets in the Tang Dynasty.

Everyone tasted the poems for a while, and then ate some of the food on the table, and then everyone had enough trouble, so they dispersed to rest one after another, and Hua Lang and Wen Meng went back to the house to do that kind of thing that is worth a thousand dollars at the moment of the Spring Festival, after all, this is really a moment of gold that is hard to change!

There was silence all around, and the moonlight was just right.