"Dengzi!"

Zhou Xin's coquettish cry made Mung Bean sober up from his memories. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Long Tao challenged again: "This brother must have already made a bamboo in his chest, why don't you let me wait and listen to your shocking words?" ”

Mung Bean glanced at Long Tao, and then he moved, he took a step in the direction of Zhou Xin, and then spoke:

"If life is only as it ...... first seen"

Mung Bean's voice was not loud, but it revealed a trace of sorrow, a kind of helplessness.

Everyone was stunned!

Just one sentence is worth a thousand words, and in an instant, all kinds of unspeakable tastes come to mind, if life is as sweet as when we first met, how good it would be!

It must have been accidental!

Right!

It's just a coincidence!

Everyone thought so, and Long Tao also comforted himself silently in his heart.

Cheng Hu looked at Mung Dou, as if he wanted to say something, moved his mouth, and then did not make a sound.

"What's the sad wind and autumn painting fan ......"

The ideal is beautiful, the reality is skinny, and time has worn out the beauty at first sight, leaving endless desolation.

After the second line of the poem was read, Mung Bean took another step.

He completely ignored the surprised gazes around him, and just walked towards Zhou Xin step by step, spitting out poetry:

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

But the old way is that people's hearts are fickle.

Lishan language is half a night,

Tears and rain rain bell will not complain in the end.

What a lucky brocade Lang,

Wishing on the day of the wings. ”

……

Listen to the whole poem.

Zhou Xin was stunned!

Cheng Hu inhales!

Wang Xuanmeng!

Long Tao's pupils constricted!

The onlookers all opened their mouths wide and were dumbfounded!

This kind of writing has calmed everyone!

The scene cooled down for a while, and only the whistling sound of the wind blew the fallen leaves on the ground.

……

Cheng Hu couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and looked at him blankly, as if he had changed a person's "land life".

Everyone's eyes were stupidly looking at him.

Hidden?

Blockbuster?

The poem...... Unexpectedly, completely unexpectedly, it is so shocking!

Mung Bean has completely refreshed, and Lu Sheng's image in everyone's minds.

At this moment, Long Tao has begun to doubt life.

Do you want to be so awesome?

Don't let people live!

And the most important thing is that at this moment, Mung Bean has already walked in front of Zhou Xin.

And his crush, Zhou Xin, was looking at him blankly!

This made Long Tao very unhappy.

Good boy, playing yin with my brother, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, isn't it?

gave a color to Wang Xuan, who was standing behind him, and Wang Xuan immediately understood and shouted loudly:

"Plagiarism! This is definitely plagiarism! It must be this poor scholar, from which ancient book did he see the poems! ”

Hearing Wang Xuan's words, everyone came back to their senses and looked at Mung Dou's gaze, revealing disdain.

This poem is indeed a good poem, but it is certainly not written by the man in front of you!

"It turned out to be copied! What a shame! ”

"No wonder, I'm still wondering, this is a ruthless person who jumped out of a stone, it turned out to be plagiarism, and it really scared me."

"I should have understood, how could a character who can make such a poem be an unknown person?"

"Heh, using plagiarized poems to participate in the poetry meeting is simply insulting, so you should let them get out!"

The chatter around is getting louder and louder.

However, Mung Bean turned a deaf ear, just looked at Zhou Xin affectionately, and his tender eyes were about to drip water.

Zhou Xin was embarrassed by his staring, and thought about speaking, "You, are you really the poetry you read in ancient books?" ”

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Zhou Xin immediately regretted it.

Doesn't that mean that you don't believe him?

If it was really made by him, isn't this kind of writing his own wishful thinking?

Will he be angry?

……

Zhou Xin's distrust, Mung Bean did not get angry or explain, but spit out poems one by one:

"The remnant snow is condensed and the screen is cold. The plum flute has been changed three times. No one is anywhere.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know what is going on with tears. The sound of broken intestines recalls his life. ”

"A lifetime of one generation and one pair, fighting for two ecstasy.

Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring of the day.

The pulp is easy to beg for the blue bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run into the blue sea.

If you visit Oxford, you will be relatively poor. ”

……

Beep!

The crowd around exploded in an instant!

Plagiarism?

What does it look like in ancient books?

If there is only one song, then it is possible.

If it's two, it's already unlikely.

If you can see three poems from ancient books, which everyone has never heard of, they are still enough poems that have been passed down through the ages......

Are you an idiot for us?

You go plagiarize a few songs and take a look!

Everyone looks at Wang Xuan differently, even if he is a literati, but such indiscriminate accusations without evidence can only show that his character is inferior!

Wang Xuan was also stupid at this time, and his eyes looking at Long Tao were full of asking for help, but Long Tao hadn't come back to his senses at all now.

Mung beans are very indifferent.

At this moment, his face was calm, as if he didn't know how shocking the poem he had just casually chanted!

It seems that he doesn't know how ...... his poems are Thrilling!

He was calm as if he had done a completely trivial thing.

It was as if I was in the school, standing up and answering a very simple question from the Master.

It's as if you've finished eating, and you put down the dishes and chopsticks in your hand.

He didn't have the slightest smugness, no showmanship, not even a little "I made a poem"!

Calm ...... It makes people feel tight.

……

The surroundings were completely calm, which made Mung Bean very satisfied, and his heart was happy.

It feels ...... It's so cool!

Then, Mung Bean smiled very calmly and said to Long Tao:

"This brother of the dragon set, my three poems are mediocre, and they don't deserve the shocking words that Brother Tai said, and please correct Brother Tai!"

Long Tao had come back to his senses at this moment and said, "Oh, oh...... Unremarkable. ”

Nothing like that, your sister!

These three poems, if they are called mediocre!

What's so uneven!

The so-called, invisible pretending, the most deadly!

The crowd exploded again, and the cacophony broke the short silence just now.

"! it! it! The last two poems are also hanging and bombing! ”

"If a good life is only as first seen, a good heartbreak recalls his life......"

"These three poems, a thousand words!"

"It's so literary, it's really good!"

“……”

……

“↓↘→↓↘→·a”

Syllable!!! Syllable!!! Syllable!!!

Mung Bean made a combination of punches, and Long Tao felt that his face was a little swollen.

I hated Mung Bean in my heart, but I still had a smile on my face, and I made a gesture and said:

"Brother Tai is a great talent! Cao Zhi became a poem in seven steps, Taibai is talented, and it is only these two people that can be compared with his brother, of course, he is ashamed of himself.

It's just that I don't know what Brother Tai is called, where he lives, he will definitely visit him every day and listen to Brother Tai's teachings! ”

The words are neither humble nor arrogant, and they seem very free and easy.

Mung Bean secretly thought to himself, this trick was obviously a scheming man, and he gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, but he had a look of admiration on his face.

Touting yourself so much, are you ready to kill yourself?

Still thinking about inquiring about where you live and getting revenge afterwards?

Hey, buddy, you've read millions of novels, and you want to hide it from me with just your little trick?

Or look for a chance, the wind is blowing.

As for Zhou Xin's situation, after leaving, he could let Lu Sheng inquire about it.

Well, so it was decided.

……

"The immortals and Buddhas have not yet succeeded, and they only know that the night is uneven.

The wind is full of sad songs, and the mud attracts Bo Xingming.

Nine or eight times out of ten are white-eyed, and none of them are scholars.

Mo is sad because of the poems, and the spring birds and autumn insects make their own sounds. ”

After reading a poem, Mung Bean waved his sleeves and left the poetry club while the others were still savoring.