The top of Huashan, the scene of the poetry competition.

Several tourists around Su Qing and Qin Yulin frowned slightly again.

One of the chubby middle-aged tourists said: "This girl, the poem "Wangnanfeng" is naturally far from being compared with Mr. Li Fan's poem, but it is not an exaggeration to say that this poem has some of Mr. Li Fan's style." ”

Qin Yulin's eyes widened, and he was about to refute out loud, but Su Qing hurriedly pinched his waist gently, the meaning was obvious, so that the girl didn't have to argue.

Qin Yulin naturally understood what Su Qing meant, pursed his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "Of course it's exaggerated, there is no Mr. Li Fan's demeanor at all." ”

Although Qin Yulin's voice was small, the slightly chubby tourist still heard it, and said: "This girl, then do you mean that this poem is very bad? Does it mean that so many of our people's evaluations are not accurate?"

After hearing this, Qin Yulin snorted lightly and said: "This poem is not too bad, it is average, and it can barely be handled, but if you want to say that you have the style of Mr. Li Fan, there is still a long way to go." Your assessment is indeed not accurate. ”

Before the chubby tourist could speak, a tall and thin tourist next to him was not happy and said: "How can you understand poetry as a girl? It is not certain whether you can understand this poem, and dare to say that people's evaluations are not accurate." ”

Su Qing had a headache, and seeing that Qin Yulin wanted to say something more, he hurriedly preemptively said: "I'm very sorry, we shouldn't be vainly appreciative, it's normal for different people to have different evaluations of a poem." Anyway, excuse me. ”

When Qin Yulin heard Su Qing say this, he didn't want to say anything more, but he glared at the tall and thin tourist with some anger.

Subsequently, Su Qing pulled Qin Yulin back to Li Fan's side.

Li Fan looked at Qin Yulin, reached out and touched Qin Yulin's hair, this girl was puffed up, but she was quite cute.

"Alright, don't be angry. Everyone has their own evaluation, and their evaluation is not wrong, that poem is indeed good, and if you can write such a poem, you already have a certain level of poetry, and you can barely be regarded as a professional poet. Li Fan said.

After hearing this, Qin Yulin pouted "oh", and sure enough, he was no longer angry.

It's just that things often don't end like this.

Only a slightly mocking voice sounded in the ears of the three people, "Barely a professional poet? ”

Li Fan, Su Qing, and Qin Yulin turned their heads at the same time, and saw a young man about 30 years old, looking at them, with a trace of mockery on his face that did not subside.

Obviously, what he just said was what he said.

Before Li Fan could speak, Qin Yulin's eyes widened, and he preemptively said, "Who are you? What do you mean?"

The young man snorted lightly and said, "I just heard what you said over there, although you are very beautiful, it does not mean that you know how to appreciate poetry, and if you don't understand, it is better not to judge yourself." ”

Qin Yulin looked at the young man and said, "Aren't you the author of the poem "Wangnanfeng"?"

The young man said: "That's Brother Lin's poem, the kid is not talented, but he is the author of the poem "Mountain Peak". The girl of "Forget Nanfeng" doesn't look at it, and my song "Mountain Peak", I'm afraid it won't be able to enter the girl's eyes. ”

The young man's name is Wang Lun, a professional poet, who came to the top of Huashan today to participate in this poetry contest held by the Fuyun Poetry Society.

"The Top of the Mountain" is his proud work, and the onlookers are also very good.

The author of "Wangnan Peak" is called Lin Rufeng, who is also a professional poet and has some intersections with Wang Lun.

The two of them were just in the crowd, listening to the comments of the people around them on the two poems "Wangnan Peak" and "Mountain Peak", almost all of which were praise, and they were secretly proud and complacent.

They are professional poets, and it is not a piece of cake to participate in a poetry contest of this level?

In particular, everyone said that their poems had Li Fan's style, which made them even more proud, which was a very high evaluation.

Just listening and listening, they heard the conversation between Qin Yulin and several tourists, which made them a little unhappy, if it wasn't for Qin Yulin being too beautiful, they would definitely have to taunt a few words.

Then, they watched Qin Yulin and Su Qing return to Li Fan's side, and also saw Li Fan touching Qin Yulin's hair, which was quite intimate.

It turned out that the two beauties already "had a master".

Wang Lun and Lin Rufeng were both envious and jealous of Li Fan, and they remembered Qin Yulin's evaluation of the poem "Wangnanfeng" just now, and they were even more unhappy.

"Brother Lin, wait for me to ridicule them for a few words, dare to comment on Brother Lin's "Wangnan Peak" like this, I simply don't understand poetry. Wang Lun said to Lin Rufeng.

Then, he quietly approached Li Fan, Su Qing, and Qin Yulin.

But no, as soon as he got closer, he heard what Li Fan said to Qin Yulin again.

"Barely a professional poet? Wang Lun thought so in his heart, and then couldn't help but say the previous sentence.

The rest of the story is exactly what was described above.

Qin Yulin listened to Wang Lun's words and said lightly: "Since you are the author of "The Top of the Mountain", I didn't say how your poems are?

"This ......" Wang Lun was a little speechless for a while, Qin Yulin's answer was completely different from what he imagined.

Su Qing smiled "poof", this girl's sentence is the best.

Li Fan was also a little embarrassed, as for the hint of ridicule on Wang Lun's face before, he didn't feel at ease at all, and he didn't plan to pay attention to it.

Qin Yulin looked at the other party's speech, and was quite proud for a while, and glanced at Li Fan with some invitation.

Wang Lun was speechless for a while, his face was a little unbearable, and he hurriedly snorted softly to cover up his speech.

Then, suddenly remembering what Li Fan had said to Qin Yulin before, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly turned the spearhead to Li Fan, and said: "This gentleman just said that Brother Lin Rufeng, the author of "Wangnanfeng", can barely be regarded as a professional poet, and Mr. has a very high vision. ”

Li Fan glanced at Wang Lun and said lightly: "It's not that the vision is high, it's just an objective evaluation of seeking truth from facts." ”

"Oh, is it?" Wang Lun had a hint of ill-intentioned smile on his face, and continued, "In this way, Mr. is also quite good at poetry. ”

Li Fan was naturally able to capture the hint of ill-intentioned smile on Wang Lun's face, but he remained silent, and still said lightly: "I did do some poetry in the past." ”

"Oh, is it?" the smile on Wang Lun's face became even more obvious, and he continued: "In this way, Mr. is indeed a master of poetry. In this case, this is a poetry contest, why don't you write a poem on the spot? ”

Li Fan was not surprised by Wang Lun's words, but he didn't have much interest in it now.

So he smiled and replied, "I'm sorry, I'm not in that mood right now." ”

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