As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

At this moment, Wang Huan only wrote seven words, and the audience burst into exclamations. Almost every student in the auditorium had studied ancient poems, so they immediately felt the majestic artistic conception of the words.

As for Qu Mingfeng, I feel it more deeply.

He immediately stood up, regardless of his identity, and immediately threw himself on the stage, his eyes almost popping out.

Lu Ping glanced at Qu Mingfeng's gaffe, thought about it and dialed a call: "Lao Wan, in the auditorium of the Lantern Festival party, Wang Huan is writing a new poem, you ...... in two minutes"

Syllable!

The voice fell, a blind sound came from the earpiece, and the phone had been hung up on the other side.

Lu Ping shook her head and smiled and looked at the stage.

At this moment, Wang Huan has finished writing the first sentence:

"Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blown down, the stars are like rain. ”

More than a dozen words, every word, about the lively atmosphere of the Lantern Festival is vividly displayed. In particular, Wang Huan's words are extremely elegant and unrestrained, which makes the artistic conception in the words and sentences leap on the paper.

Off the stage, the students blew up.

"The words are so beautiful, the first time I saw them with my own eyes. ”

"Don't just look at the words, this song is truly amazing. ”

"That's right, the first sentence struck me. Mom, Brother Huan won't write another famous article, right?"

"Quite possibly, it exploded at the beginning. ”

At this time, Wang Huan's words had already been written.

“...... BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. ”

The extremely prosperous picture is displayed in the words, which makes people yearn for it.

At this moment, the students on the scene were already stunned.

Everyone has long known that Wang Huan's skills in poetry are extremely profound, but even if the poets and lyricists in ancient times are powerful, it is impossible to say that every poem he writes is a classic, right?

This time, they wanted to ask Wang Huan to write poems, just to let Wang Huan leave a mark in Qingbei. didn't expect Wang Huan to write any famous articles.

And yet now......

Not to mention anything else, just the first sentence "thousands of trees bloom on the night of the east wind" is enough to let this poem pass on.

Is the Poison King still human?

This Nima is too rebellious, isn't it?

The same thought arose in everyone's mind.

At this moment, Qu Mingfeng's heart has been deeply shocked. It seemed that a picture of prosperity and unparalleled prosperity appeared in front of his eyes. This is the Lantern Festival! Gorgeous, brilliant and colorful, it makes people's blood boil and linger. In the past, Qu Mingfeng felt that this kind of picture could only exist in people's imagination, and it was difficult to describe it in concise words. However, now, Wang Huan just chatted about a few words, and he vividly outlined this prosperity.

This kind of writing skills has reached the point where it is light!

"Awesome!

Qu Mingfeng's eyes lit up, staring at the words on the rice paper tightly, and he praised endlessly: "But now it's just a description of the prosperous scene of the Lantern Festival." Although the words are impeccable, there is nothing special about it. It's not enough to become a famous story for the ages, so I'm waiting for his next step now, I don't know if I can surprise me. ”

At this time.

Wang Huan had finished writing the Shangyun, he raised his head and looked at the bottom of the stage, as if he was looking at something, but because the stage lights were too bright, it was almost dark from the stage, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Everyone didn't understand what he meant, and they all showed strange expressions.

But the next moment, Wang Huan shook his head and lowered his head to continue writing.

The next rung is coming.

As he walked with his pen, words appeared on the rice paper.

"The moth snow willow is golden, and the laughter is full of dark fragrance. ”

From describing the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, it has become a writer?!

Everyone's eyes lit up, and a group of women watching the lanterns seemed to appear in front of them, wearing beautiful clothes and beautiful hand ornaments.

At this time, everyone reacted to why Wang Huan was looking under the stage just now. Because there are many girls who have just come from the lantern riddle activity at the scene. Now it seems that these two words are a metaphor for them!

Many girls instantly felt that this poem was even more beautiful......

An old man in slippers and disheveled clothes pushed open the door of the auditorium and rushed in with an anxious expression. Glancing at the scene inside, the whole person suddenly burst out with infinite strength, rushing to the front of the stage in an instant at a speed that is difficult for young people to achieve, and then jumped directly onto the half-human-high stage in front of everyone's eyes.

This skill stupidized the people in the auditorium.

After the old man jumped on the stage, he quickly came to Qu Mingfeng's side.

Qu Mingfeng looked up and was startled: "Lao Wan, why are you here." ”

The old man was Wan Xiwen, after he received Lu Ping's call, he didn't even change his shoes, and rushed over directly with a pair of slippers, even if his toes were frozen blue, he didn't notice it.

Wan Xiwen looked at the words on the rice paper with his eyes shining, and snorted coldly: "Why can't I come?"

......

Off the stage, just when many girls were rippled in their hearts because of Wang Huan's words.

saw Wang Huan raise his head again and look at the audience. After looking at it for a long time, there was a look of disappointment in his eyes, as if he was looking for something but didn't find it.

After half a ring, Wang Huan subconsciously turned his head and saw behind the stage, Qiqi was standing there, looking at him without blinking, full of stars.

"Is this providence?"

At this moment, Wang Huan almost shouted.

Feeling agitated, he lowered his head and quickly wrote down the last words.

“...... The crowd looked for her thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim. ”

and wrote the name of this poem - "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi".

At the moment of penmanship.

There was silence.

Everyone stared at the last sentence in a daze, feeling that they had almost lost the ability to think.

Zhou Yun glanced at He Meiyuan and wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to speak. As for He Meiyuan, the same is true, but there is a bright light in her eyes.

Qu Mingfeng was stunned for a while, and then he spoke: "The finishing touch, the finishing touch!"

Wan Xiwen answered: "It's another famous song through the ages, since Wang Huan wrote "Water Tune Song Head" last time, there are no words in the Mid-Autumn Festival. And this Lantern Festival he wrote this poem again, in the future Lantern Festival, anyone who mentions poetry may not be able to avoid it. ”

The two of them couldn't calm down in their hearts for a long time.

At this time, the students in the auditorium finally came to their senses, and a tidal wave of discussions began to bubble up.

"This last word, God!"

Originally, the first part of the whole poem was already a classic, and the last sentence was instantly superb. ”

"Damn, my mother just thought that the first two sentences of Brother Huan's poem were to praise me, I was happy, but what happened to the last sentence?"

", I also thought that Brother Huan was praising me, and then ...... emmmm, this wave of dog food is full. ”

"The crowd looked for her thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim - Brother Huan was confessing in public!"

Qu Mingfeng and Wan Xiwen were shocked by "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi".

The boys were equally amazed.

Only the girls in the auditorium showed envious, jealous and hateful expressions one by one.

And at this moment, Qiqi is already there.

(End of chapter)