"But you can't write it!" Zhao immediately scoffed.

"Are you okay?" Junxi saw him now.

"At least better than you," Zhao stood up after speaking, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and said, "I was going to leave the stage for more friends to show, but since someone questioned me, I had to make a fool of myself." ”

"Uh-huh, uh-huh,

There you are

Ask me when to kiss,

You're gone,

Ask you when,

The night is coming,

Ask when the wind is quiet,

The moon is coming,

Ask when the edge will be round. ”

"Okay, good poem!" Wu Zhizhong was the first to applaud, and then everyone followed suit, even Feng Yuan thought it was good.

Zhao smiled and pressed his hand, with a satisfied face.

The expert on the stage nodded: "The last sentence is the highlight of the question." ”

Being able to get the affirmation of the experts, Zhao Tong was even more floating, and he looked at Junxi proudly: "How about Mr. Fan, my level is enough to help you fill in the words, right?"

"Huh," Junxi didn't even look at him, "This thing can also be called poetry?"

"You, what, what do you call this thing," Zhao Tong looked at Junxi in disbelief: "It's too unqualified." ”

The old artist on the stage looked at Junxi and said in a deep voice: "Young people, it's better to learn more." ”

Junxi looked around coldly, and couldn't have a good meal if he wanted to.

He slowly stood up and walked towards the stage, his sword eyebrows and ice eyes, and his aura of 1.85 meters was fully open.

"What are you going to play today?" Junxi looked at the host and asked, "Poetic style?"

The host nodded stunnedly: "Yes, yes." ”

"Okay, I'll let you see what poetry is and what words are!" he said as he looked at Zhao Tong.

Junxi casually picked up a brush on the table and licked it on the inkstone.

The calligraphy and drawings that the former master had practiced so hard had now become his plug-ins.

A handsome brush word jumped on the paper, and the large display screen on the stage was also broadcast live at the same time.

Once the flowers bloom and the willows bloom, looking for fragrance and mistakenly looking for the pavilion

Indulge in the morning glow and half a sun, and the wind and rain are impenetrable

The first palace chief was thin, and Taigao was in tears

The brocade book is sent back to look back, and there is no more than one year to steal

The old artist on the stage has been standing beside Junxi and practicing quietly,

Gradually, Zhao Tong's glasses widened wider and wider.

The audience went from quiet to whispering.

Last night the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden,

Heavy sleep does not kill alcohol

Questionnaire curtain person,

But the begonias are still the same

Know it or not

It should be green, fat, red and thin

Fan Junxi stopped writing, and the audience was already in an uproar.

"Where this is an ordinary poetry level, you can enter the Writers' Association. ”

"Yes, I've heard for a long time that there is a dragon and a crouching tiger in lyricists, and today I finally saw one. ”

"Once the flowers bloom and the willows bloom, looking for fragrance and mistakenly looking for the pavilion, this handsome guy must have a story. ”

......

Du Xiaojiang in the audience was also stunned at this time, although he knew that Fan Junxi had two brushes, but he always thought that he was just a pop music lover, but he didn't expect that Wuwen was so awesome, so he quickly took out his mobile phone and took a picture.

The people sitting at the same table were very excited, and Feng Yuan was even more excited.

He smiled and looked at Fan Junxi on the stage, there was really him.

The old artist next to Junxi had already closed his eyes and muttered, "What a young man!"

He looked at Junxi again: "Just now I relied on the old man to sell the old, and I am afraid that the old man will not be able to write this poem of yours in his life." ”

Junxi's gaze at the old man became very easy-going: "You are serious, you are the senior in this line." ”

The old man waved his hand, the longer he lived, the more wonderful he watched.

Junxi stepped off the stage amid applause from the audience.

He deliberately turned around from Zhao Tong's table.

When he passed by Zhao Yiyi's side, he paused, and the guy's face was already red to the lower half of his body, and he kept thinking: What will he say?

The people around are also waiting to see the show.

Compared with Fan Junxi's poem, what is Zhao Tong's name, isn't this the comparison between legendary primary and secondary school students and textbooks.

Unexpectedly, Junxi didn't have a bird at all, so he sat back, and the king crab came up.

This meal at Huasha Hotel Junxi is very refreshing, the music association is very regular, and the grand prize of 20,000 yuan is none other than Junxi.

When Feng Yuan sent him and Xiao Jiang to the lobby on the first floor, Junxi saw that the hotel lobby was selling mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he thought that he should bring two boxes to Xiaomi's grandfather.

"Bring me ten boxes. ”

The waiter was happy when he heard it, and hurriedly prepared ten boxes of moon cakes for Junxi, and he gave Feng Yuan a box and asked him to help bring a box to the old artist.

After getting in the car, Xiao Jiang was a little puzzled: "Brother Fan, why are you still giving that old man mooncakes?"

Junxi looked at him: "Don't be an old man, that old man is good, he should be sure of such an age, and he should be like this." Later, you can also take a box of mooncakes and go back to taste them. ”

"Oh yes. ”

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Zijun International is a relatively eye-catching luxury residential building in the center of Pujiang, and the people who live here are either rich or expensive.

In the parking lot on the second floor, there is a Land Rover that continues to bump up and down even though it has been parked in the parking space.

The car was filled with the strong smell of perfume and the wheezing of men.

Two women's slender jade hands slapped on the windshield in front of them.

After another more violent shaking, the car finally stopped.

Xu Changhuan took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

The jade hand next to him lit a lighter and brought it to his mouth.

"Mr. Xu, Director Wang told me yesterday that I won't live to the third episode of his TV series. ”

Xu Changhuan smiled and looked at the lovely people around him, and stretched out his hand to hold her pointed chin: "Good job." ”

"People are talking to you about business!" said the coquettish.

Xu Changhua just wanted to continue to speak,

Suddenly, the headlights of a car on the opposite side turned on, and the frightened woman next to her quickly shrank down and touched her clothes.

The car continued to flash its headlights a few times.

Xu Changhua looked hard at his eyes with his hand, there are more than 30 parking spaces in a radius here, and of course all the luxury cars parked are his.

President of Maserati, she's back?

The door had been pushed open, and a slender woman stepped out.

Wow, Xu Changhuan pulled on his trouser chain and pushed the door and got out of the car.

The woman in the big red trench coat approached him one by one, holding a stack of documents in her hand and smiling very charmingly: "Hard work!"

"Huh," Xu Changhuan laughed, "What are you doing here?"

The smiling woman in front of him was his wife He Yilin.

He Yilin glanced behind him, and the woman in the car was getting dressed in the most difficult position.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm here to send you a divorce agreement," she raised the document in her hand: "Who knew you couldn't wait so much that you wouldn't even go upstairs." ”

"Lao Tzu can do whatever he wants," Xu Changhuan said with a glare, and suddenly he realized something: "Divorce agreement?

"Signed, lawyer, then I have personally sent it over, now we are clear. ”

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