Seeing Shi Shan's emotional inquiry, Zuo Shuang raised his head and smiled heartily, "My Zuo Someone never tells lies, as long as you can beat Xu Feng, I will immediately send someone to Beixuancheng to take my scientific research notes and give them to you." ”

"Brother Shi, it seems that you have to be serious. Xu Feng joked, obviously, he was also willing to see Shi Shan do his best to compete with him.

Seeing that Shishan and Xu Feng were both in high mood at this time, Zuo Shuang was extremely satisfied, and then after a little thought, he thought about the topic.

"Uncle, have you thought of the topic?" Seeing that his left chest looked like a bamboo, Xu Feng looked at his mouth and asked.

"It's about 'the world'. After Zuo Shuang finished speaking, he immediately called Liu Zhuang to arrange for someone to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone for Shishan and Xu Feng.

Hearing Zuo Shuang's theme of 'the world', Xu Feng was in a surging mood, his head rose slightly, his eyes were attentive, his hands were clenched into fists, and then he let go.

Not long after, Liu Zhuang brought a few maids with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, cleaned up two tables, set up pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Zuo Shuang signaled Shishan and Xu Feng to start.

The two maids sharpened the inkstone for Shi Shan and Xu Feng respectively, and the two of them lifted their pens one after another, Shi Shan looked at the paper quietly, Xu Feng raised his head and closed his eyes in deep thought.

After some time, the maid had already sharpened the inkstone, but neither of them had started to write.

The left pair looked back and forth at the two of them, looking forward to their poems.

Zuo Xiushu wanted to walk in front of Xu Feng and watch Xu Feng write, but as soon as she took a step and walked back, she was worried that standing next to Xu Feng would distract Xu Feng.

At this moment, Shishan and Xu Feng started writing at the same time and began to write.

Seeing the two of them start writing, Zuo Shuang's expression was for a while, and he couldn't wait to see what the two of them did now.

Tao Chengfen's eyes are on Xu Feng, how do she think Xu Feng is very handsome and handsome, and she is really the best choice for her daughter's husband.

Seeing Xu Feng lifting the pen and waving his pen, Zuo Xiushu's eyes were full of stars, when she was a child, she wanted to watch Xu Feng write like this, but as she grew older, such scenes were rare and rare, and she didn't remember the last time she watched Xu Feng write.

Just when Zuo Xiushu's eyes were full of memories, Xu Feng stopped the pen and paper in his hand, and then carefully dried the paper, however, before he could hand the poem to Zuo Shuang, Zuo Shuang walked to his table in a few steps, looking at the poems he wrote with an excited face.

Shi Shan didn't notice that Xu Feng had finished writing, and was still scribbling on ink.

"Good words!"

"It's really the Xu family's Qilin'er!"

"Such a word is full of Beixuan!"

Looking at the poems written by Xu Feng, Zuo Shuang praised one after another.

Seeing Zuo Shuang's excited appearance, Tao Chengfen hurriedly pulled Zuo Xiushu to Xu Feng's side and happily admired Xu Feng's poems.

"Bow to the marquis?"

Seeing Xu Feng's words as the title, Zuo Xiushu was surprised, only to feel that this word name was so domineering.

"Good words, really good words, brilliant words. It can be seen from the words that you have ideals in your heart, and you are self-motivated and heroic with your achievements. The whole poem is majestic and makes people calm and happy to read. Zuoshuang kept admiring.

At the same time, Zuo Xiushu was quietly reciting Xu Feng's lyrics:

"Hongyan went south to fight in all directions, and 100,000 banners covered the wilderness. The golden dragon lies horizontally, ten thousand arrays are lined up, picking up the sword in the world, and the vicissitudes of heroes since ancient times.

The clouds of Fenghou are howling the west wind, and the achievements of the thousand autumns will be worshipped? The snow runs through the long winter, the stars reflect the moon, and the annals of history are empty. ”

"It's really a good word, there is a big atmosphere, and I envy my sister for having a son like you. Tao Chengfen praised with a smile.

At this moment, Shi Shan stopped the pen in his hand and slowly read the sentence he wrote from beginning to end, and was very satisfied.

He looked up and saw that several members of the Zuo family were surrounding Xu Feng, praising Xu Feng's work, and smiling freely.

He gently dried the ink, and was ready to fold the paper and put it in his arms, and the poem he had written, which no one needed to judge, was by far the best poem he had ever written.

To tell the truth, at this moment, after writing such a poem, he has no intention of comparing anything with Xu Feng, the victory or defeat is no longer important in his eyes, and the scientific research notes are no longer important in his eyes, at this time, he is extremely satisfied. At this time, he just wanted to find a place to carefully experience the mood at the moment.

Just as he was about to put away the paper, find a reason to admit losing the competition, and leave the town house quickly, Zuo Shuang came to him.

"Shi Shan, are you done writing it too?" Zuo Shuang said, looking at the paper in front of Shi Shan.

"Taiping Chun" is an ordinary poem title. Zuo Shuang said, continuing to read.

Looking at Shishan's poems, Zuo Shuang's expression changed, changing the excitement when he saw Xu Feng's lyrics before.

At this time, Xu Feng and Zuo Xiushu were discussing the words he had just written, listening to Zuo Xiushu's various praises in a good mood, and Tao Chengfen also said some flattering words from time to time, comparing his lyrics with many famous works.

However, writing a good poem is not worthy of Xu Feng's pride, not to mention that he has to compete with Shi Shan now, I don't know what kind of poems Shi Shan has written, so when Zuo Shuang went to check Shi Shan's poems, he caught his eyes.

Now, he didn't feel the emotional fluctuations from Zuo Shuang, could it be that the poems written by Shi Shan did not match his uncle's heart?

In the past period of time, Xu Feng estimated that Zuo Shuang should have finished reading the poems written by Shi Shan, why didn't he react and didn't open his mouth to comment?

Xu Feng was a little unbearable, and regardless of Zuo Xiushu, who was happy and excited beside him, he took a few steps and arrived at Shishan's side.

"Taiping Chun?"

Looking at the name of the poem on the stone mountain, Xu Feng was slightly stunned, this is a very peaceful poem name. Originally, he thought that Shi Shan would also write a passionate and heroic poem, after all, when it comes to the world, that man has no blood in his heart?

However, Shi Shan uses the three calm and gentle words 'Taiping Chun' as the title of the poem, what kind of content will he write?

With doubts, Xu Feng looked at the content of the poem.

At this time, Zuoshuang, who had already finished reading Shishan's poems, turned around slightly, walked towards the living room, and came to the courtyard.

At this time, the stars were already hidden in the night, and only a full moon hung high, which was extremely bright.

Seeing Zuo Shuang coming to the courtyard, Liu Zhuang hurried over, "My lord, what are your orders?"

"Go and fetch my flute. Zuo Shuang said in a low voice.

After Liu Zhuang answered a "yes", he hurried to get the flute, and it didn't take long for him to return to the courtyard with the flute and respectfully hand it to Zuo Shuang.

After taking the flute, the left pair slowly stroked the body of the flute, and then began to play.

The low flute sounded, Shi Shan looked at Zuo Shuang at this time, and unexpectedly, he felt that Zuo Shuang's back at this moment was somewhat similar to Tang Bin's back before, and they were all lonely.

"Where is this night?" Hearing Zuo Shuang blowing the flute, Tao Chengfen exclaimed in a low voice, and then hurriedly walked to the door of the living room, and looked at Zuo Shuang, who was playing the flute to the moon, in a daze.

"How many years, how many years have I not heard you play 'Where is this night?' Tao Chengfen looked at Zuoshuang and muttered to herself, her eyes flashing with red light.

'Where is this night', this is Zuo Shuang's favorite song when he was young, every time he finishes playing, he will say some passionate words, full of hope for the future, Zuo Shuang at that time, is Tao Chengfen's favorite. Then as the years grew and the personnel were bumpy, the left double played 'where is this night' less and less, so that it was never played again, what happened today, how could it suddenly blow 'where is this night'?

"There is a bright moon this night, and I wipe the spear.

Ride the wind and regret the sky, dancing thousands of miles of rivers.

The scholar's poetry soothes the people's wounds.

Where is this night, and I think about the field. ”

Tao Chengfen whispered sentence by sentence the poem Zuo Shuang wrote for the song "Where is this night" when he was young, standing behind Zuo Shuang, Tao Chengfen wanted to gently hug Zuo Shuang who was playing from behind as when he was young.

However, she didn't step forward after all, and just stood quietly in place.

Time, if you can go slower, how good it would be~