Wa Weng and Ye Deming smiled, and Wa Weng said to the people around him: "Is anyone else coming up to try?" "I'll try." A shy girl stepped forward, but instead of picking up a ballpoint pen, she picked up a brush and stood in front of the rice paper. This scene made everyone stunned, and when Navaon saw the girl holding the pen, he was also quite surprised and nodded happily: "At this age, there are very few people who can use a brush, which is rare." ”

With so many people watching, and listening to Waon's praise, the girl looked a little shy, took a few deep breaths, and then began to write on the rice paper, obviously having a draft in her heart. In one go, the calligraphy is good, the poems are not bad, the two old men commented a few words, praised it, but also euphemistically pointed out that if you want to carve on this stone wall, there is still a little short. The girl was not annoyed, but she was inevitably a little disappointed.

"Is there anyone else you want to try?" asked Vaon again. Everyone whispered, but no one was willing to step forward, some people seemed to have some literary talents, and their friends persuaded them, but they also muttered in their hearts that they didn't dare to step forward. Wa Weng looked around at everyone, sighed softly, and said in his heart that he and Ye Deming were afraid that they had come for nothing today. Regarding the poems on this stone wall, the two of them were very strict in their control, so that no new work came out for five years.

On the one hand, the two of them did not want to lose their principles, and on the other hand, they hoped that during the period when they were managing this stone wall, a few more good songs could emerge. Today, the two of them came together and appeared in person, hoping to stimulate some people's creative talents, but looking at the current situation, I am afraid that their plan will be in vain. There are quite a few modern readers who like poetry and songs, but few are willing to work hard to study it.

There are even fewer that can be studied to the satisfaction of them. "Wait another hour, and if no one has come, I'll ask you to go and hear the commentary. Ye Deming said to Wawong. "Good. "The last time I listened to 'Pearl Tower', the storyteller said it was very good, but I always wanted to listen to it again." There will be a performance at the Moon Spring Theater just two hours later, so you can invite me to see it. "Okay, wow, I said I'll come back tomorrow, you have to come out today, the feelings are waiting for me here!" Ye Deming smiled: "Then I have to ask you for a few more cups of Mingqian Longjing in a few days!" "Oh, there's not much tea!"

"Look at it, I'm still a little kid at such an old age! I invite you to listen to books, you invite me to tea, and courtesies are still exchanged!" "Okay, good, good, ......good" These two people talked as if no one was around, and the people around them, you look at me, I look at you, no one stepped forward to write, and they couldn't see the excitement, so many people lost interest and left one after another. There were only a dozen people left. But the middle-aged man and the young girl were still here talking to their friends.

"Go and try it!" Lin Yujia said to Ye Zheng. "Excuse me. Ye Zheng said: "I'm afraid that no one is here here, it's boring, let's go." Find out where the Moon Spring Theater they just said is, and let's listen to "Pearl Tower". When you come to Suzhou, it would be a pity if you only enjoy the scenery and don't listen to Suzhou Pingtan and Kunqu Opera. "Oh, what's the hurry, it's still two hours!" Lin Yujia pulled Ye Zheng and insisted on dragging Ye Zheng forward to try.

"Forget it. Ye Zheng said. "Go and try it!" Lin Yujia looked at Ye Zheng's face and knew that he would definitely be able to do it, but he didn't like to show off. This little dispute also attracted the attention of Wa Weng and Ye Deming, and Wa Weng smiled: "If this little friend already has a poem, he might as well write it for everyone to see." The middle-aged man next to him also smiled and echoed: "Yes, write it out for everyone to see, even if the writing is not good, there is no shame! You see that I have sat for a long time and have not written anything, and I am not afraid of being embarrassed!"

"Okay. Then I'll try. Ye Zheng said, and took Lin Yujia forward, he didn't know how to use a brush, so he could only sit down and pick up a ballpoint pen, sit there and think about it, and then write it down. Lin Yujia stood beside him, watching him do it in one go, and then looking at the poems on the paper, his eyes couldn't help but light up. Seeing Lin Yujia's expression, it aroused the curiosity of Waon Ye Deming. To be honest, although I think this young man is unusual, I don't expect him to write any good poems.

Therefore, Lin Yujia's surprised expression fell in their eyes, and they couldn't help but mutter, could it be that the poem he wrote was great? Wa Weng couldn't see what was written on the paper, but he saw that he finished writing a seven-character quatrain, but he thought for a while and said, "Since you have already sat down, let's write another poem." ”

"What?" This sentence surprised more than a dozen people around him, and the young man actually wrote a poem, and he could write another one. Seeing him so calm and confident, it must not be too bad. So it's really rare to write two poems at once. So everyone became more and more curious about what he wrote.

Under the attention of everyone, Ye Zheng finished writing this poem again, and then sighed lightly and said: "I think of two more residual sentences, just write them down." "Everyone almost didn't fall, so many people couldn't come up with a song after thinking about it, you have one song after another, and there is even a residual sentence?

I didn't want to write it just now, I must be deliberately modest, right? So much so that some people thought that this young man must have pretended to be modest just now, and even if the girl hadn't forcibly pulled him forward, he was afraid that he would take the initiative to come up himself. This can be wronged Ye Zheng, composing poetry, if the environment is changed and the poetry is prosperous, he also has the confidence to make one or two decent poems. But in front of so many people, and there is no feeling now, what kind of literary thoughts are there? It's just that after writing two poems, I thought of a fragment. This is also a helpless thing, and when I saw it in my previous life, I only saw two sentences...... After writing, he handed it to Wa Weng with both hands, and Wa Weng also took it politely, and it is rare for him to be so polite now, and this pair of young people does not look like ordinary people.

Wa Weng looked at the words on the paper, Ye Deming also came over, the two of them first looked at the font, nodded slightly, the words were written neatly and beautifully. Then the two of them took a closer look at the content, this time, their eyes suddenly lit up, they nodded while watching, and when they finished reading, both of them were amazed: "Good poems, good poems!" Wa Weng looked at Ye Zheng's expression full of approval: "Both poems are good poems, and even the residual sentences are rare sentences! Oh, thanks to this little girl just now, I have to ask you to write them, otherwise we would have missed these two good poems in vain today!"

Ye Zheng smiled embarrassedly: "Thank you two seniors for complimenting." "Mr. Wa, Master Ye, what is this little brother writing, can you read it? We are all very curious!"