"Good. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Li Xianji looked at the bank card in Wu Xiaotian's hand, lowered his head and thought about it carefully, and finally agreed.

Money is moving.

He did not believe that the young man in front of him could compose the second half of these poems.

In this case, you can win and make money at the same time, so what's the harm in making this bet.

"Nonsense!"

"Stop, what are you guys doing?"

"Mr. Li Xianji, how can you also mess around?"

Seeing that things were getting bigger and bigger, Liu Huilan, Zhang Guoming and several others came out to speak and stop this gamble.

"I'm not messing around, I'm just doing what a Chinese person should do. Wu Xiaotian said persistently.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the crowd, and then another group of people walked in.

As soon as Liu Huilan saw the person, she immediately stepped forward and shouted, "President Fan." ”

When Li Xianji saw this person, he said with a smile: "It turned out that the president of the Xingbei City Artists Association came, and it just so happened that I just made a bet with this Mr. Wu Xiaotian, this is something you and I want, and it is also a small highlight of this banquet to add some fun, but you President Liu will not let it." ”

The person who came didn't know what was going on, and his face showed a puzzled look.

Liu Huilan's face changed, and she lowered her head and whispered in front of the visitor.

Wu Xiaotian also took the opportunity to look at the visitor.

There is no doubt that the person Liu Huilan just called President Fan is the focus, and Li Xianji said that he is the president of the Xingbei City Artists Association, plus Wu Xiaotian usually looks at a photo on TV, newspapers or the Internet, and he also guessed that this person is Fan Changlong, the official president of the Xingbei City Artists Association.

Fan Changlong listened to Liu Huilan's whisper, first frowned, but then relaxed.

Finally, when Liu Huilan finished speaking, he laughed and said, "Okay, I support this Wu Xiaotian's bet." ”

Liu Huilan was also taken aback, and she hurriedly shouted, "President Fan." ”

Fan Changlong waved his hand and said heroically: "Our Chinese culture has a long history, how can they Koreans be able to slander it with a few poems? ”

He paused, and then said: "This classmate Wu Xiaotian, who is still a college student, has such courage to face the challenges of other countries today, let's look at the current Huaxia, there are very few hot-blooded young people like this, so I am the first to support him." And, his 1 million bet, I'll come out. ”

Zhang Guoming also interjected: "How can this be done? How can I let President Fan find out, since this happened in my hotel, then I will pay the money." ”

"These Korean sticks are so hateful, I'll come out. ”

"I'd better do it!"

Fan Changlong and Zhang Guoming took the lead, and onlookers spoke out to express their support.

Wu Xiaotian didn't expect things to develop like this, he looked at the way everyone was united now, and said loudly: "President Fan, Mr. Zhang, and everyone present, since I want to make a bet with the Koreans, then I have to pay the money myself." ”

Wu Xiaotian's insistence surprised everyone again.

"Okay, our good men in China should be like this, dare to act!"

Fan Changlong sighed, first applauded, applauded for Wu Xiaotian's courage, applauded for Wu Xiaotian's persistence, and applauded Wu Xiaotian's behavior.

With Fan Changlong taking the lead, everyone also applauded.

They asked themselves, they were really not as much as Wu Xiaotian.

Wu Xiaotian hurriedly bowed to everyone and thanked him.

And a few Koreans watching from the side are iron-blue, their sudden attack just now, it seems that it has already hit the morale of the artists in Xingbei City, if they really win a big victory tonight, go back and publicize it through various news media, it will definitely be able to hit Chinese culture to a certain extent.

Unexpectedly, Wu Xiaotian just now, and now Fan Changlong, the two of them just talked simply, which had already made the Chinese people present so united.

"Hmph, wait until you can't write the following poems, see if you can still laugh?"

Li Xianji looked at everything in front of him with an unswerving face, and when the applause subsided, he finally couldn't help but say out loud: "Since that's the case, then let's start." ”

Fan Changlong nodded, he looked at Wu Xiaotian and said, "Okay, no matter whether you win or lose, you are a hero." ”

Wu Xiaotian smiled and said confidently: "President Fan, don't worry, I will only win, not lose." ”

Wu Xiaotian is right, of course he has the confidence of capital.

Before he came up, he had already seen the ancient poems prepared by the Koreans, and the massive memories in his mind immediately came into use, and everything he had was under control.

The first poem, Wu Xiaotian looked at the poem on the table, which was like this: "The Yangtze River flows for eternity, and it will be dissolved and rippling for a long time." ”

To be honest, composing poems and lyrics is generally based on what the author saw and felt at the time, and then he was inspired and finally composed into a poem.

Like a Korean, writing the first half of a poem and then having the second half continue to be written is a complete oblivion.

They did this purely to crack down on Chinese artists and Chinese culture.

Therefore, it is no wonder that as soon as the poems came out, many Chinese artists were helpless.

It's just that they met Wu Xiaotian, a freak this time.

Everyone looked at Wu Xiaotian very nervously, looking forward to Wu Xiaotian being able to continue, and even Fan Changlong, who just said that he didn't care about success or failure, was also nervous.

Wu Xiaotian smiled slightly, without thinking about it, he took the pen that had been placed next to him a long time ago, and wrote on the back: "The new grapes are green in spring, and the light is clear." ”

So the poem is complete.

The Yangtze River flows for thousands of years, and it will be dissolved and rippling for a while. In spring, the grapes are green, and the light is clear.

Seeing that Wu Xiaotian came out so easily, the Huaxia people present looked over one after another, and in order to take care of the people behind, someone read it aloud.

"Good!"

"That's right!"

"That's right, beautiful, perfect for the sequel. ”

At this gathering, Lin Qing just said that the minimum requirement is to be a one-star artist, maybe some of them specialize in dancing and some specialize in singing, but the people who come also have a certain cultural background.

As soon as Wu Xiaotian's poem came out, they praised it one after another.

A few Koreans were pale and embarrassed.

"Hehe, there are two more. Li Xianji squeezed out a smile on his face and reminded everyone in China not to be happy too early.

Wu Xiaotian smiled, and then he looked at the second poem.

Four scenery pine pan porridge, the owner Mo Dao has no color, I love Bishan poured water.

This poem is still a seven-character quatrain, but unlike the first one, it does not let you continue to write the third and fourth sentences, but ingeniously vacates the second sentence for people to fill in.

Looking at the first poem, the other lines are bland, then the second game must be the finishing touch.

If it's not right and doesn't make people shine, Koreans will definitely jump out and say that the poetry and writing skills of Chinese artists are too poor, although this sentence is right, there is no beauty in the slightest.

Everyone looked at Wu Xiaotian nervously again.

Wu Xiaotian did not disappoint everyone, he wrote with a pen: "The sky and clouds and shadows wander together. ”

Thus, the poem is also complete.

The four scenes are pine and porridge, and the sky and clouds and shadows wander together. The master Mo Dao has no color, and I love Bishan to pour water.

"The sky and clouds and shadows wander together. ”

This sentence is good, and the other three lines of the poem are a little bland, but under the support of this sentence, it suddenly seems very meaningful.

"How about these two poems, you don't have an opinion. ”

"That is, if you say that this is still bad, then you will take out your verses, and everyone will compare them."

At this time, the Huaxia artist couldn't help but ask Li Xianji who was standing behind.

At this time, they no longer have the arrogance of leverage.

The Chinese people are right, since they can take these three poems, they naturally have this complete poem.

However, they think that the poems written by their original authors are not as good as those written by this Wu Xiaotian.

Li Xianji said: "So what? And the third one?"

He has absolute confidence in this poem, if nothing else, because the original author of this poem is a female poet, and Wu Xiaotian, who is now interested in the poem, is a man.

You know, women and men think in completely different ways.

He didn't believe that Wu Xiaotian could still change his thinking and think from a woman's point of view, even if he could, the poems he made would be shriveled and unliterate.

While everyone was talking, Wu Xiaotian came to the last poem.

The blue sea invades the Yao Sea, and the green luan is still colorful.

This time it's a five-word quatrain, and the last two sentences are required.

Wu Xiaotian didn't stop for a moment, he didn't hesitate to write in the back: "Hibiscus thirty-nine flowers, red falling moon frost cold." ”

All of them were stunned at first, they didn't expect Wu Xiaotian's speed to be so fast, but then, everyone cheered.

Zhang Aihua jumped and shouted: "Xiaobei, you are amazing, you will always be my idol." ”

Beibei's little face flushed with joy, clapped her little hands and said, "Dad, it's great." ”

Teacher Han Wei also smiled and said, "Xiaotian, it's good." ”

All the people, whether they knew Wu Xiaotian or not, were applauded by Wu Xiaotian at this time.

Who said that our Chinese culture is bad, and who said that our Chinese culture is declining?

Open your dog's eyes wide, this is our Chinese culture.

"Bang Bang ......"

The applause in the hotel lobby rang out again.

Unlike the first applause and encouragement, this applause was full of excitement, appreciation, and joy.

At this time, several Koreans were like mourners.

They didn't expect that the poems that had been prepared long ago would be matched by a young man like this, so perfect.

And the speed is still so amazing, it took less than three minutes to go back and forth.

What can they do now? Say these verses are too bad, right?

It is impossible, and if they deny it now, they will have to compare it with the verses written by the original author, and in this case, their lies will be self-defeating.

When the applause slowly subsided, Wu Xiaotian looked at the several Koreans who were sitting in the position, and said lightly: "I think, it's time for me to solve the question next!"