said that it was singing, but in fact, it was more like shouting, but Cheng Ran probably didn't really understand the true meaning of this poem until today.

Until the end, Cheng Ran couldn't help but recite the last sentence silently in his heart.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

I don't know if anyone in that world misses me.

Maybe...

No is the best outcome.

As for the group of people in the audience, whether they were young or old, they all looked at the emaciated figure on the stage looking up at the moon in shock.

It seems that the entire cruise ship was shocked by Cheng Ran's momentum of asking the sky for wine when the bright moon came.

There was no shortage of truly knowledgeable bigwigs present, such as the figure of the old man below Cheng Ran who began to tremble.

Yan Gui's eyes revealed a look of disbelief, staring at the rice paper in front of him stupidly, and his mouth kept repeating the poem Cheng Ran said just now like a mad demon.

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace?......

He was the first to speak out in this strange atmosphere, laughing wildly at the unfinished moonlight overhead.

"When is there a bright moon! When is there a bright moon!"

"Cheng Ran, the old man is really not worthy of writing for you, if this is spread out, the old man is afraid that he will be punctured by the descendants thousands of years later. ”

Strictly put down the brush solemnly, walked to the side of the boat alone with his hands empty, and looked at the bright moon overhead.

Li Junshou, as one of the vice deans of Kyoto University, finally broke free from the artistic conception in Cheng Ran's poem at this time, and looked around and frowned slightly.

Yan Lao is right, if this poem is not qualified to be passed down through the ages, then as the head of a hospital, he is estimated to be able to die of guilt.

He also heard that Cheng Ran's literary skills were good, but he didn't say that it was so good, it was an ironclad quatrain that would be passed down through the ages, and just by virtue of this artistic conception, Cheng Ran could be dozens of streets ahead of the so-called literary masters in China.

But then came endless troubles, Li Junshou is not stupid, he can be born in a merchant family, he knows the nature of a businessman, which is the main reason why he is reluctant to go home to manage the family business.

Everything can be bought and sold.

Poetry is also okay.

Bo is famous for the ages, who doesn't want to.

Especially when you are qualified, it is even more difficult to find a way.

Money?

There is no shortage of people who can get on this ship today, and when people have money, they think of another.

Name!

Thinking about Li Cangtian, he couldn't help but look at his father who was not far from him, in the end, his father's status here is the greatest, and without his words, he would be adding to the chaos by standing up.

Li Cangtian noticed that his son's eyes didn't speak, and he still squinted at Cheng Ran on the stage, but what no one noticed was that for the first time in the depths of his eyes, he appreciated Cheng Ran, a little guy who had always been unpleasant.

"Quatrain through the ages..."

"Quatrain through the ages..."

At the beginning, Gong Xiaodong, who wanted to see Cheng Ran make jokes the most, was probably the most shocked at this moment, except for characters like Yan Lao.

After all, a book buyer can't even tell a good poem from a bad poem, and it is estimated that no one in her bookstore is willing to go in and buy books.

The crowd gradually began to be noisy, and everyone was immersed in Cheng Ran's poem about the bright moon, discussing their favorite poem.

It's just that their parents don't think about anything.

"How do you like it?"

Cheng Ran jumped down from the stage with a small jump and looked at Li Qiuxue who was still stunned with a smile.

Well...

Li Qiuxue came back to her senses and looked at Cheng Ran's gaze, which was always a little strange.

Cheng Ran couldn't understand what was being expressed in Li Qiuxue's eyes, but he estimated that his song "Water Tune Song Head" should be able to satisfy Li Qiuxue.

After all, it is a poem that has been passed down for a long time in the previous life, and it is a quatrain for the ages no matter what.

"Fool!"

Li Qiuxue pursed her lips, looked at Cheng Ran with a complicated look, turned around and hid by her mother's side as if nothing had happened.

Cheng Ran didn't dare to take the initiative to touch Li Qiuxue's moldy head at this time, although people didn't say it was good, but at least they didn't say that it was bad, and Cheng Ran, who had figured out the key point, put down the boulder in his heart and began to look for Zhang Qiang and others everywhere.

"This kid, yes!"

The big fat man Zhang Li, that is, Zhang Qiang's father, slowly spit out a puff of smoke, and looked at Cheng Ran, who was drinking with Zhang Qiang, through the smoke and nodded, I want to go back by the wind, and I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is cold, this sentence really said that he was in his heart.

And the woman beside her looked at the bright moon in the sky with some sorrowful eyes.

"People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, at this time it is difficult to be complete, when my brother he..."

As she spoke, Madame couldn't help but shed tears.

Back then, her younger brother was busy making money, and his young body was so broken that Zhang Qiang couldn't see his uncle after he was born.

Zhang Li didn't speak, just silently hugged his wife's shoulders, blowing the sea breeze on the undulating sea together, and admiring the bright moon.

Night... So wonderful.

Woman... So much petite.

Zhang Qiang and several people huddled in a small corner with their shoulders on their backs, and the barbecue plan that Zhang Qiang commanded Wang Junxian to carry out was completed in this remote corner.

Cheng Ran looked at Zhang Qiang, who didn't know where to get the electric grill, and added the raw meat and spare barbecue ingredients that Wang Junxian asked for in the kitchen, and added some beer with English names.

A cruise ship banquet where good-looking upper-class celebrities gathered, made Zhang Qiang's guy a barbecue stall on the side of the road.

But don't say that Zhang Qiang really has a hand in barbecue, and he is drinking that strong beer, which is really addictive.

"Ah Ran, you kid can, I don't know what the heavenly palace is, what year is it said tonight. ”

Zhang Qiang nibbled on the big chicken leg that was finally baked, drank a big sip of beer, and praised Cheng Ran inarticulately.

The rest of the people said that they had no culture, and they all said that I was the same, and they each toasted Cheng Ran.

Cheng Ran nodded and agreed, anyway, it is now on the endless sea, and it is really useless to think so much now, As for whether he will have any bad consequences because of this poem, this still has to wait until the cruise ship docks.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Just as a few people were hiding here, roasting meat, drinking beer, and bragging, there was a sudden sound of huge fireworks exploding in the distance.

Cheng Ran and a few people hurriedly got up and looked around, and found that the others were all scattered calmly, standing around the deck and looking at the dazzling fireworks in the distance.

"Isn't this ??? on the sea?"

Chen Bing muttered incredulously, the ship has been sailing, and he couldn't see the shore early, but now what happened to the dazzling fireworks rising not far from the big ship?

Zhang Qiang looked calm, this kind of thing I think he used to play with when he was a child, it was nothing more than letting some small boats take fireworks to a distant place to show the people on the boat.

And Cheng Ran also had a little guess in his heart, and he could maintain a calm look on his face.

But in fact, I have been sighing in my heart.

"It's really rich!!