The crowd in the mist and rain raised their heads, only to see the white walls and gray tiles of Wuyi Lane, every grass and tree was full of simple and deep taste, there were cyan vegetation climbing up the corners, the red paint on the gate had been mottled and peeled off, and a pair of copper rings that had been baptized by the years were shiny and bright......

"Luoda, Wuyi Lane has arrived!"

The host at the front of the line, who was a guest guide, shouted. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Whew!

One after another, their eyes focused on Luoyang's body.

Everyone knows that when you arrive at Wuyi Lane, it means that the works promised by Luoyang are going to be taken out!

The audience did not urge, but there was an unconcealed expectation on their faces, and the literati did not speak, but just looked at Luoyang, not knowing whether Luoyang already had works that could be done in just one stop, and the difficulty was well known to everyone.

"Luoyang ......"

"Any ideas?"

Jiang Shan and Yao Chongjing said softly.

Luoyang didn't answer, and the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed and vibrate.

The corners of Luoyang's mouth hooked up a smile, and he nodded under everyone's gaze: "It's almost." ”

Seeing Luoyang nodding, the host announced with a little excitement: "Nodding, teachers, audience, it seems that our Luoyang teacher is ready, welcome Luoyang teacher to come to the stage to create for everyone, I don't know what kind of work he will bring us!"

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As Luo Yang nodded, Tianxi's eyes were a little incredulous: "Ready?"

One stop is only ten minutes, and ten minutes to conceive a work that satisfies everyone, which Tianxi can't do to himself, so at this moment, he doesn't understand where Luoyang's confidence comes from, if the quality is not good, the audience may not buy it.

Lu Yu'er made a triumphant gesture lightly.

Just know that he's fine, nothing can make it difficult for him!

Luoyang stepped forward, there was a computer behind the host, and at the entrance of the alley, there was a huge electronic screen, the stage here is definitely not as good as the ancient bridge in terms of scale, but it is naturally more than enough for Luoyang to create alone.

"I'm getting a little nervous. The host said.

The audience burst out laughing, and their eyes looking at Luoyang couldn't help but look forward to it even more.

However, to the surprise of the audience, Luoyang did not walk to the computer behind the host, but turned around in front of a deep alley and stopped.

"Huh?"

"What does he want to do?"

"Why don't you go on stage?"

"Why did you stop at the entrance of the alley?"

The literati looked at each other, and the audience also discussed softly, everyone didn't understand what medicine was sold in Luoyang gourd, just as the audience was discussing, Hua Qi, who had been accompanying the literati team, came to Luoyang in a trotting way:

"Boss, you want an umbrella. ”

Luoyang took the umbrella and nodded lightly to Hua Qi.

Hua Qi understood, and trotted in the direction of the computer.

"It's ......"

"What are you going to do?"

"Could it be that this little girl is creating instead of Luo Da?"

"Probably not, that little girl is Luo Da's assistant, she went to the input desk, it seems that she wants to type for Luo Da......"

Everyone vaguely understood what Luoyang meant, and after a few whispered exchanges between the host and Hua Qi, he explained: "Well, as everyone thinks, the poem will be read out at the Luoda Conference, and the assistant of Luoda will be responsible for recording it on the big screen......"

"Sure enough!"

"It's to recite poetry!"

"It's true that the lyricism of things is more meaningful, but it also seems to be more difficult......"

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Bang!

Luoyang's upside-down oil-paper umbrella was stretched out to cover the top of his head, and his slightly magnetic voice also sounded from under the umbrella:

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

It's long, long

Lonely rain alley

I hope it will be

A clove-like

A girl with a grudge

At that time, the drizzle was drizzling, the grass and trees were getting deeper, Luoyang stepped on the bluestone slab that witnessed the passage of time, walked to the middle of the alley and stopped, and with his chanting, Hua Qizhi clicked on the keyboard smartly, and Luoyang's poems also appeared on the big screen:

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella...... Lonely Rain Alley...... I hope to meet ...... Lilac-like ...... The girl with a grudge ......"

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Groov.

Groov.

Groov.

The sound of high heels stepping on bluestone slabs.

Following the voice, a girl wearing a white background floral cheongsam came slowly, she had a slender swan-like neck, but also a tall and curvaceous figure, the only regret was that the girl was covered with a thin veil on her face for some unknown reason.

It's like my heart is skipping half a beat!

Everyone in the audience subconsciously held their breath!

The girl in the cheongsam walked from the other direction of the alley, she lowered her head slightly, silent, graceful, and finally parallel to Luoyang, and it was also at this time that Luoyang's voice sounded again:

"She is the color of cloves, the fragrance of cloves, the sorrow of cloves, complaining in the rain, complaining and hesitating; she wanders in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me, like me, silently, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy. She silently approached, approached, and cast a look like a breath ......"

On the big screen!

As Hua Qi's fingers danced, the poems recited by Luoyang appeared in order line by line, and there were already literati at the scene who had already revealed a trace of shock, and the audience was even more stunned, unable to say a word.

Gurgle, grunt.

The girl in the cheongsam is still stepping on high heels, swaying gracefully.

The oil-paper umbrella in Luoyang's hand was lowered slightly, and he didn't look at the masked cheongsam girl, but took another step, and the voice spread far and wide in this alley:

She floated by

Like a dream,

It's as miserable and confused as a dream.

It's like floating in a dream

A sprig of lilac ground,

This girl floated past me;

She silently went away, far away,

To the desolate hedge,

Walk through this rainy alley.

......

Finally, Luoyang and the cheongsam girl passed by, the two did not communicate, did not move, and did not even look at each other's eyes, just passed by, but Luoyang's chanting did not stop because of this, but spread farther:

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

It's long, long

Lonely rain alley,

I want to float by

A clove like that

A girl with a grudge

......

From the end of the alley to the end of the alley.

Luoyang stopped, put down the oil-paper umbrella, and let the falling rain fall back to the tips of his shoulders.

The lilac-like girl had disappeared into the alley, as if what everyone had just seen was just a dream that happened in the phantom night, and when she woke up, she couldn't remember it clearly.

But on the big screen, a song "Rain Alley" that has been created is clearly written there: "Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long, and lonely Rain Alley, I hope to meet, a girl with a grievance like a lilac, she has the same color as cloves, and the ......fragrance of cloves."