Chapter 318: The Poplar of "Eight Buckets of Talent".
Subsequently, fans spontaneously lined up.
Because of Populus's attitude towards everyone and the promise that exceeds expectations, they still listen to their idols.
In addition, many of these fans are adults, and they are more rational than minors.
There is no special situation, and there is no crazy star-chasing like those fifteen or sixteen-year-old children.
Soon, Hu Yang bent down to sign on the salute finishing table next to him.
"Chen Lan, the name is very good, she is still a student. Seeing that the first person in line was a little girl, Hu Yang asked with a smile.
"Brother Yang, I like you so much. When she heard Populus Hu talking to her, she was so happy that she couldn't help herself.
"I also like you guys so cutely, it's the greatest luck of my life. Poplar wrote a blessing as he spoke to her.
It does not affect his writing at all.
She asked for an exclusive autograph and quickly stepped out of the way.
Hu Yang just knew that they had paid the price in order to get the autograph earlier.
That is, the first ten cannot require two signatures.
These poplars are all known, but they are not stopped, and some things are better for fans to solve by themselves.
And they agree with this plan.
Due to the speed of writing, most of the time is spent on simple chats.
But people get bored when no one urges them.
Even though they would love to talk to Populus for a while, they knew it was impossible.
It's already satisfying to be able to chat with idols alone, so what's the luxury?
You must know that fans of other celebrities, and only some die-hard fans can meet with idols and say a few words.
Time passed slowly.
A middle-aged uncle came to the front with an excited expression.
"Brother Yang, your song is so good, my phone and car are full of your songs, when there is a concert or record, you must notify in advance. He asked in an excited voice.
The others who were still around pricked up their ears.
"Haha, thank you for liking these songs, concerts and records are already on the agenda, and they will be announced in a while, don't worry. Hu Yang smiled.
I didn't get the exact date, but I was able to know that there were.
Of course they're happy.
I couldn't help but smile on my face.
"Well, I'll definitely go then. He affirmed.
"Uncle, you're so old, are you embarrassed to grab tickets with us?" said a few people in the queue behind him.
Ha ha!
Everyone was happy.
Hu Yang couldn't help but laugh too.
Then seeing his name typed out on the screen of his mobile phone, Hu Yang praised: "Wang Xinghan, a good name, ambitious, ambitious, the person who gave you the name must be very cultured." ”
When Wang Xinghan heard Hu Yang praise like this, he couldn't help but smile and asked, "Brother Yang, what do you say?"
"The journey of the sun and the moon, if out of it, the stars are brilliant, if out of it. Do you think that's a good name?" said Hu Yang with a smile as he signed his autograph.
Wang Xinghan was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that Hu Yang would praise his name with two lines of poetry.
I thought it would be a little compliment at most.
You must know that there is no Cao Mengde in this world, who is known as "a capable minister who governs the world and a traitor in troubled times", so they have never heard of the poem "Watching the Sea".
However, Wang Xinghan is not very much, what exactly do these two poems mean.
But some of the people who heard it later understood.
Seeing the confused eyes of others, he naturally couldn't help but say: "The movement of the sun and the moon seems to appear from here, and the starry light of the Milky Way seems to be produced from here." ”
"Brother Yang, are there any other verses ahead?" the man asked Hu Yang after he finished translating.
"Well, that's right, the front is: the east is bordered by the Jieshi, to view the sea, the water is surging, the mountains and islands are ridged, the trees are thick, the grass is abundant, the autumn wind is bleak, the waves are surging, the sun and the moon are traveling, if out of it, the stars are splendid, if out of it. ”
Hu Yang read the whole poem out.
"Brother Yang, I still have a signature, please write this poem on it, okay?" Wang Xinghan hurriedly begged.
This is naturally no problem, Hu Yang wrote this poem "Watching the Sea" on another blank piece of paper.
Then he left under the envious gaze of everyone.
The next fan couldn't help but tentatively ask: "Brother Yang, can you write me a poem too?"
Hu Yang said regretfully: "This must be inspired, and I also want to write a poem for each of you." ”
The young man's eyes were a little gloomy, but he still cheered up and looked at Hu Yang with a smile.
"If you don't dislike it, I'll give it a try, how about it?" Hu Yang is still a soft-hearted person after all, not to mention that the child in front of him should be a junior high school student. ”
I thought it was impossible to get.
I never thought that the peak would turn around.
He was so excited that he kept nodding his head and saying yes.
Leisure lust is contemplative,
There are birds flying at night and training foxes.
At that time, I also laughed at Zhang Lihua,
The moon in Wuliuzhuang is clear and the wind is clear.
After pondering for more than a minute, Hu Yang wrote the poem on paper.
Then hand it to the teenager.
He read it twice and didn't quite understand what it meant.
But soon he discovered that one of the words after the poem was his own name: Linghu Huaqing!
"Thank you, Brother Yang, thank you, Brother Yang......" he thanked repeatedly.
Satisfied, he took the Tibetan tail poem written by Hu Yang and stood aside.
The voice of envy surrounded his ears.
The fans behind also wanted it, and Hu Yang euphemistically expressed that this needs inspiration.
However, there are still people who get signed poems from Populus euphratica.
It's either a hidden-head poem or a hidden-tail poem.
Originally, some people didn't write for themselves when they got the poplar that they still complained about.
After all, it is not a small number but an uneven situation.
But soon it was pointed out that the person who got the verse.
None of their names are used very often.
After thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case, and at the same time, it has been confirmed by Populus euphratica.
The slightest resentment in my heart disappeared.
You can't blame Populus euphratica, you can only blame yourself for the popularity and sucking of your name......
Well, many times all you need is a reason or an excuse.
Slowly, only the last little girl remained.
Hu Yang looked at the little girl with bright eyes and bright teeth, and asked with a smile, "What about your parents?"
"Brother Yang, that's my second aunt. She looked back at a woman in professional attire outside the crowd.
Hu Yang looked over with his hand, and the other party nodded to Hu Yang with a smile.
He responded with the same smile.
"Can you tell me your name?"
She gave her name to Populus euphratica.
"Yu Rou (ti, fourth tone), should it be the name given to you by your grandfather or grandmother?" asked Hu Yangxiao with a smile
Her eyes widened and she asked with an incredulous look, "Brother Yang, do you know my grandmother? ”
"I don't know, I guessed, I didn't think I guessed it. ”
Then he said: "The hands are like soft wattles, the skin is like clotted fat, the collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a rhinoceros, the head of the mantis is like a moth eyebrows, the smile is clever, and the eyes are beautiful." ”
"I hope you will think the same as this poem in the future. ”
Yu Rou thought that she might get the verses.
But when I got it, I felt a little unreal.
"Second aunt, Brother Yang has written me a poem. She excitedly turned her head and shouted at her second aunt.
The fans around her who didn't get the verses also looked at her with envy.
When I saw the signatures and verses on the paper, I was relieved.
Because of the soft wattle, this name is really rare.
In this regard, he could only look at her with envy.
Seeing that the signature was finally completed, Hu Yang showed a relaxed smile.
Straighten your waist and make a crackling sound.
The left hand rubbed the back of the waist without a trace, and it was bent for too long.