Until this moment, the entire narrative poem is almost word for word, and every line of poetry is worth chewing.

Even many poems made their hearts flutter.

Such as:

"The spring breeze peach and plum blossoms bloom at night, and the autumn rain when the sycamore leaves fall. ”

"** The bitter short day rises, and the king does not reign early. ”

"The upper and lower yellow springs are gone, and the two places are gone. ”

These verses, even when taken out individually, are superb. But when it is put into this poem, it is just an ordinary sentence among many verses.

Oh, my God!

The hearts of the two were pounding, and they were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

Another real famous song!

Wan Xiwen trembled his hands, picked up a part of the ink manuscript that Wang Huan had already written, and exclaimed while reading it.

Qu Mingfeng looked nervous: "Be careful, the ink hasn't dried yet, if it gets dirty or damaged, I'll fight with you!"

Wan Xiwen: "I know, I'm careful." ”

Seeing that the two of them were holding the poem they had just written, and they didn't dare to breathe, Wang Huan said helplessly: "Qu Lao, Wan Lao, isn't this thing just a piece of paper? You two don't need to be so careful, if it is broken, I will write it again when the time comes." ”

"You kid knows a fart!"

Qu Mingfeng and Wan Xiwen raised their heads at the same time, glaring angrily: "If you write it for the second time, the value is far less than the value of the first time, even if you write it well, it is not as good as it." ”

Belch......

Wang Huan simply shut up, rested for a while, and continued to write.

Because "Song of Long Hatred" is too long.

After sprinkling hundreds of words and writing, the rice paper on which the poem was written was already two or three meters long, and in order to prevent them from falling to the ground, Qu Lao deliberately took a blanket out of the bedroom and spread the rice paper on it, carefully to the extreme.

Mrs. Qu Lu Ping was a little curious when she saw her wife's abnormal behavior, so she walked out with Qiqi.

Then I saw the living room, several meters of rice paper, and the poems on it.

Lu Ping leaned in to take a look, and was also stunned.

No wonder my wife has been nervous this morning, and she also dragged Wan Xiwen over, and the two talked about the topic of wool picking many times, and now it seems that this fat sheep is Wang Huan.

Lu Ping couldn't cry or laugh, but Wang Huan's talent really didn't say, she looked at this "Long Hate Song" and was also attracted by the amazing verses in it.

Qiqi's eyes rolled, turned on his mobile phone, and recorded the picture of Wang Huan writing poems seriously, and also recorded the entire content of "Song of Long Hatred".

However, for the sake of privacy, Qiqi only kept it in his mobile phone, and did not record Qu Mingfeng and them into the picture, and even cleverly avoided other things and furnishings in the living room. After all, Qiqixue's major is radio and television director, and he wants to record a good video, small case.

At this time, Wang Huan had already continued to write.

“......

Suddenly, I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void.

The pavilion is exquisite, and there are many fairies.

There is a character that is too true, and the appearance of snow skin is uneven.

......

......

On the seventh day of the seventh month, when no one whispered in the middle of the night.

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch.

The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever. ”

In the last two or three hundred words, Wang Huan completed it in one go, with almost no pause in the middle.

Being able to do this, thanks to his recent daily morning exercise, his body has improved a lot better than before, and he is no longer as weak as before.

Otherwise, it is really not a human thing to write the full text of "Song of Long Hatred" in a short period of time.

Put down the brush.

When I looked up, I found that Qu Lao and the four of them were all glazed over, staring at the last two lines of the poem.

After a long time.

Qu Lao only spoke: "In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth, I wish to be a branch." The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever. Quatrain, quatrain!"

Wan Xiwen also exclaimed: "Wonderful! Great wonderful! Originally, this "Song of Long Hatred" was already an excellent poem, plus the final finishing touch, if it was passed out, the influence would be no less than that of "Pipa Xing". ”

Wang Huan said in his heart: Of course, this poem and "Pipa Xing" are the representative works of the same great poet in a parallel world, can it be bad?

Lu Ping brought over a cup of tea: "Come, take a sip of water, take a rest first, I see you're tired, right? Old man, you are really, you don't go to the study, you actually let Wang Huan write poems on the coffee table, you, you ......?"

Hearing his wife's complaint, Qu Mingfeng was a little embarrassed: "Didn't you forget?"

Lu Ping said: "Okay, let's talk first." I'm going to cook. ”

Qiqi hurriedly followed: "Auntie, I'll help you." ”

Aunt?

What is this called?

Wang Huan, Qu Mingfeng and the other three looked at each other, not understanding what they were talking about in the inner room just now.

But the next moment, the three of them shifted their minds, because Old Man Qu and Old Man Wan quarreled again.

"Old man Qu, this "Song of Long Hatred" must be given to me. ”

"Old man Wan, what are you kidding?"

"I'm not kidding, I'm telling the truth. ”

"Hehe, Wang Huan wrote this poem in my home, who does not belong to me?"

"I brought the rice paper, and of course it has to be mine. ”

"Pull it down, how much is the rice paper worth? I'll give you back ten times as much. ”

"Fart, is this a matter of money?"

"You just fart, the last time Wang Huan wrote "When is the Bright Moon" written by Wang Huan in the Chinese Poetry Society, it was occupied by your lyrics, do you still want to occupy this poem?

“......”

The two quarreled, and there were signs of a big fight.

Qiqi was a little worried: "Auntie, why don't I persuade Qu Lao and them? They won't really fight, right?"

Lu Ping shook her head helplessly and said with a smile: "No, these two stubborn old men have to quarrel several times a day, but it's just a quarrel, I'm tired of hearing it." Here, you can help me pick green beans. ”

Qiqi put his mind at ease and said sweetly: "Okay." ”

The two entered the kitchen, closed the kitchen door, and ignored the argument outside.

......

And at this moment, Wang Huan's heart was broken.

Come on.

Two people.

I wrote this poem, and you want me to give it to you, but can you ask my opinion first?

Forget it, drink tea.

After about a few minutes, the quarrel between the two old men finally came to an end.

This ink treasure belongs to Qu Mingfeng, after all, Wan Xiwen has already obtained the ink treasure of "When Will the Bright Moon Be There" written by Wang Huan, and now it is a bit too much to say that he wants this "Long Hate Song".

Wan Xiwen sat down angrily, watched Qu Mingfeng triumphantly put away the "Song of Long Hatred", which had been completely dried, and suddenly looked at Wang Huan: "Stinky boy, let me ask you, do you have any other good poems?"

"I didn't ...... Without. ”

Wang Huan said with a weak heart.

Wan Xiwen snorted: "I don't care if you have it in the future, anyway, if you publish good poems in the future, the first ink treasure must belong to me, do you know?"

"Oh. ”

Wang Huan staggered, and now he finally knew what Qu Lao meant when he heard it on the phone.

But you can just take it, can you not keep catching me alone? If this continues, no matter how much hair I have, sooner or later you will be bald.

After Qu Mingfeng put away "Song of Long Hatred", he was in a good mood.

sat down next to Wang Huan: "Wang Huan, when I saw you writing this poem just now, the girl Qiqi had already recorded the process. You used to take that video and post it on Weibo, and attach the full text of the long hatred song. Lao Wan and I retweeted and liked it for you. ”

Wang Huan was stunned: "Old Qu, why do you want to post on Weibo?"

Qu Mingfeng: "You are stupid, now that the Internet is so developed, such a good narrative poem of "Song of Long Hatred" must be sent out to the public as soon as possible." Not only that, but I will also contact major media and relevant literary societies in China to promote this poem. Now the Chinese poetry culture is in decline, but your kid has sprung up, and in recent months, he has published a lot of classic poems, and now he has written "Song of Long Hatred", such a good thing is completely worth promoting. And you can also get unimaginable benefits from it. ”

Wang Huan: "Am I too high-profile?"

Qu Mingfeng: "What you want is to be high-profile, which ancient literati is not high-profile? If you are not high-profile, you can be appreciated by the emperor? If you are not high-profile, you can be reused? If you are not high-profile, you can be admired by geisha? If you are not high-profile, you can make a young lady and maid promise each other?"

It makes sense.

Especially the last two sentences, Wang Huan's blood boiled when he heard it.

Although he vaguely felt that this matter seemed to be a little wrong, he didn't think about it as soon as his head was hot, and nodded directly: "Okay, I'll go and post on Weibo, including Douyin." ”

If you want to preach, you have to preach thoroughly.