"The article travels overseas, I want to write poems and drink, and I want to stay in the West Lake? ”

"Hehe, grandpa's vision will not be wrong, I said that he has the talent to learn, he has it!"

"Grandpa, a couplet can't say anything, it can only show that he is not a person who does not learn and does not know how to do it, he is only qualified to enter the poetry club, there are so many people present, which one is not talented?"

"Hehe, I know you're very visionary, by the way, have you heard the song "To Alice"? ”

"I've been pondering ancient poems for the past few days, and I haven't listened to them yet. ”

"If you have time to listen to it, this song has been compiled into the textbook, and after listening to it, you will know why grandpa values this young man so much. ”

"If he is really talented, he will shine in this poetry meeting! If he can be in the top three in the poetry meeting, I will consider him. ”

"You are too demanding, there are very few men in this world who are proficient in everything, unless he is a genius, I think he is good enough, and he is very modest, and he does not have the recklessness of these literati. ”

"No! My requirements will not change, even if I don't meet them in my life, I won't change! It's good to be lonely and grow old!"

"Hey, you're ...... Ay...... How do you say hello...... The "

On the high platform on the second floor, Old Man Chen looked at his granddaughter with a beautiful face and a book, and immediately shook his head and sighed in his heart.

This granddaughter is good at everything else, and her talent is also high......

It's just that the brain is broken.

Where in the world is there a man who is so talented?

Isn't that?

…………………………

This time, the poetry meeting was divided into two schools.

Classical and modern poetry.

Since ancient times, literati have been contemptuous.

Proponents of modern poetry feel that the proponents of classical poetry are pedantic, and there is nothing new in them.

Proponents of classical poetry feel that the proponents of modern poetry have no background, that their poems do not have much depth, and that they are not as talented as modern poets, so the content is really moaning tightly.

The two factions will compete in poetry at the poetry meeting every year, and each hopes that the faction they support can suppress the other, but every year is evenly divided, except for a slight difference, it is basically a tie......

After all, whether it is classical poetry or modern poetry, there is no distinction between superior and inferior in history, and the only difference between the superior and inferior is the level of poets.

But the people who can really enter the poetry club, all of them are the best in the Chinese coefficient of famous universities, and they are naturally outstanding in literary achievement, if they really want to distinguish the high and low, it is really very difficult, so the judges' scores are naturally floating on the score line of almost 9 points, few low scores and few high scores, and the winners every year are only a few tenths of a point higher than the same score line, and there is no absolute crushing situation.

So in this case, one more person and one less person in the two factions are things for both of them.

Lu Yuan has made couplets that no one has been doing for a long time, and he is also a rare talent in the eyes of these people!

Talents, naturally, must be fought for.

If Lu Yuan hadn't been cheated by that Li Dongqiang, it is estimated that he would be sitting at the Classical Poetry Society eating fruit and mixing time, occasionally looking at this group of literati pretending to be forced, applauding in a hearty place by the way, and waiting for the end of the time, but now......

It's not going to be good.

"Lu Yuan, you said, you now have two passes, two seats, where do you choose!"

"Yes, where do you choose, is it classical poetry, or our modern poetry!"

“……”

The light was very bright, illuminating Lu Yuan's slightly bitter but barely revealing smile.

In the empty seat in the aisle not far away, several staff members carrying cameras hurriedly pointed their cameras at Lu Yuan to shoot a video, and the reporter who was recording the live broadcast next to him also quickly wrote the transcript with an excited expression on his face......

At this moment, whether they were jealous or disdainful, or the members of the poetry club who were watching the excitement just now, they were all staring at Lu Yuan, waiting for Lu Yuan's choice, and the atmosphere became a little embarrassing for a while.

"Is it okay for me to stand and watch? I think it's good to stand. After seeing so many people and so many pairs of eyes staring at him, mixed with the sound of clicking and clicking pictures, Lu Yuan exhaled deeply.

He felt that no matter what he chose, there was something wrong with it.

"No way!"

"No!

Shen Rong and Dao Yuting blurted out almost at the same time.

"Ah, it's not good, my stomach hurts, it hurts so much, where is the bathroom?" I'll go and make it easier......" Lu Yuan looked at so many people, and instantly became anxious, and turned around without saying a word under everyone's stunned eyes, covering his stomach and running towards the bathrooms on both sides.

Thirty-six strategies are the best policy!

"Wait until he comes back!"

"Yes, you can!"

Dao Yuting and Shen Rong wiped out a little smell of gunpowder, and then turned around and returned to their seats.

……………………………………

Lu Yuan ran to the toilet and subconsciously pulled out his pocket.

Disappointment is always creeping in.

He originally wanted to light a cigarette and hide in the toilet, and wait until the poetry meeting was almost over before coming out to take a formality, even if he escaped today.

But I don't know which buddy is strained, the toilet is as rumbling as a firecracker, and the sound is upside down, and the smell is so bad that I almost vomited.

How could Lu Yuan, who had no cigarettes, resist this kind of bombardment? Finally, he cursed MMP in his heart and ran out of the toilet speechlessly.

Stand under the light and look at the two passes in your hand......

Forget it, go to the old man.

After all, you have to choose one.

Lu Yuan hesitated slightly, and finally walked in the direction arranged by the old man and sat down under Shen Rong's sigh and Dao Yuting's excited gaze.

When the talents and beauties of the classical poetry school saw this scene, their faces showed a bit of triumph, while the people of the modern poetry school all stared at Lu Yuan, jealous, speechless, angry, and finding fault......

In short, there are all kinds of expressions.

If the gaze can kill, Lu Yuan is estimated to have been Ling Chi.

"Brother Tai, yes! I have a vision! My name is Xu Xiaonian, I have been looking up for a long time!"

"Eh, my name is Lu Yuan, I have been looking up for a long time, and I ......have been looking up for a long time."

As soon as Lu Yuan sat down, a young man in Hanfu next to him accosted Lu Yuan, and clasped his fists with both hands, looking polite.

Lu Yuan also followed his appearance and posed, but the more Lu Yuan made it, the more strange it felt.

The thief didn't get used to it.

"It's so good, brother, you can come to us, really make our classical poetry club flourish!"

"Actually, I don't know much about poetry, I'm a foreigner, and I'm here to learn......"

"Brother Tai is modest, if you can write articles overseas, want to write poems and drink, and keep people in West Lake, if you are a layman, then I am not as good as farming......?

"I'm lucky, lucky...... I really don't have much real talent to learn, in fact, it's so vulgar that I can't do it. Lu Yuan looked at Xu Xiaonian with an admiring look, and he was really embarrassed.

At the same time, it is extremely embarrassing.

"You are too modest, by the way, I got inside information, this year's exam question is farmers, use farmers to write a poem, do you have any opinion on this?"

"Peasant?" Lu Yuan shook his head, "No, I'm not very good at writing poetry, I think you can write it!"

"Everyone has to write...... That's the rules of the game. ”

"Huh, the rules of the game?"

"Yes. ”

"Rewarded?"

"The first prize in each round will be rewarded with a certificate of honor......"

"I'm not asking about certificates, I'm asking if there's a bonus?"

"Yes, yes, there are about 50,000 per round. ”

"Fifty thousand!"

Lu Yuan, who was originally silent, just wanted to mix it up like a salted fish, suddenly his eyes shone with excitement.

Farmer?

Wait a minute......

I......

Thank you to the primary school Chinese teacher!

Lu Yuan exhaled deeply, and suddenly felt a little high.

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Nothing ......"

The two were discussing below, and on the stage above, there was a burst of music like the opening ceremony, and then, a few old men sat on the judges' seats, and the most partial position sat in Old Man Chen......

"Dear talented and beautiful people, good evening, today, we are very honored to invite ...... to the Poetry Society"

After the host came to the stage for a while, the whole light dimmed, and then, the original hustle and bustle suddenly became silent.

On the big screen at the back of the stage, a poetry exam question was slowly announced......

The exam title is "Farmer"!

"Farmer, hehe, sure enough, fortunately I'm prepared, brother...... "When Xu Xiaonian looked at Lu Yuan, he saw Lu Yuan excitedly picking up a brush and dipping it in ink, and writing it on the rice paper on the table......

Xu Xiaonian originally wanted to take a look, but then found that Lu Yuan's handwriting was a mess.

Well......

He didn't see what Lu Yuan was writing at all......

This calligraphy is really ......

Distinctive?