The crowd gathered, and everyone was curious, thinking about what kind of poem the young man could make.

"Hurry up, what kind of poem you have written. ”

Someone in the crowd shouted.

"The people of the past have gone by the golden dragon!" There were people gathered in front of him, watching Ye Hao take the pen and read it out.

As soon as one sentence came out, the tone was set.

"The Golden Dragon Tower is vacant here. ”

The ordinary-looking old man stopped in place, his expression unchanged, and he stopped to listen.

Two lines of poetry came out, and people with certain writing skills looked a little excited. And at this time, the person who had been reading aloud was silent and silent at this time.

The people outside urged again and again, and only then did someone else in the crowd read it.

"The golden dragon is gone, and the bright moon is empty for thousands of years. ”

At this time, more people have heard the artistic conception in the poem. The one who knows why the beginning of the reading is silent.

Here the verse arrives, setting the tone. History is told, and it is storyed.

In the past, there were great magical people who loved golden dragon wine, which was a beautiful story. But after this poem, it is a story. The great supernatural power has gone away on the golden dragon, and now there is only such a restaurant left. Now, if the golden dragon does not return, it is the great supernatural who will never return. And the bright moon in the sky is still the same.

The crowd grew agitated. Someone reminded: "Quiet, still writing, the poem is not finished yet." ”

The follow-up of the poem was loudly heard again: "Qingchuan Lili River Yang Tree, Fangcao Grass Parrot Island." ”

At this time, some people were puzzled: "I know that Heyang is the north bank of the Jinlong River, but what is going on with this Parrot Island?

Then someone laughed: "The small sandbar in front has no name, birds are haunted from time to time, and there is no shortage of parrots, so it must have been named conveniently...... As soon as this poem came out, this was Parrot Island. ”

"I see!"

"What a parrot island!"

Someone applauded.

It was also at this time that Mr. Hua, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke, and said in a calm voice: "There was a famous minister in the previous dynasty who was serving as a taishou here, and once feasted guests on the oasis outside the city, and someone offered a parrot, so it was called Parrot Island, and the sandbar was submerged by the river, and it appeared on the water surface three hundred years ago, so the name disappeared into history, and I don't want this to remember." ”

Everyone seemed to be this Mr. Hua, and they all secretly praised him, but they didn't expect that this one was also a learned person.

Everyone had different thoughts in their hearts, but they were quiet, and they all listened attentively to the sound of poetry: "Where is the sunset township, the water of the Jinlong River makes people sad." ”

The voice fell, and there was silence. At this time, Ye Hao also happened to close the pen. The ink paper panel, placed on the desktop, the font is tactful, very imposing.

Mr. Hua, although standing on the periphery, seems to be able to see the verses through the crowd. Seeing the signs of the tone of this poem, his face was moved. Combined with the poetic tracing of the past, it aroused his leisurely thoughts.

The shopkeeper stood aside, looking at the momentum on the paper, his surprise overflowing, and he muttered, "What is this poem called?" ”

Ye Hao wrote, and then added the name of the poem.

"It's called the Golden Dragon Tower!"

Golden Dragon Tower!

The shopkeeper didn't react at first, and then he was overjoyed. This poem is extremely good at first glance. And such a poem is about to become theirs. It was given by this young man as a gift for alcohol.

The shopkeeper immediately bowed down and thanked: "Son, this building will be renamed Jinlong Building in the future, and there is no need to mention the matter of Jinlong Liquor and Liquor." Not only that, but if the store doesn't go out of business, the son will come for free!"

The people on the side nodded their heads when they heard this, and praised: "It should be so!" They can be regarded as witnessing a good story.

The young man raised a poem to fill the wine money, and a golden dragon tower shocked everyone.

In the compliments of the shopkeeper, the hustle and bustle of the crowd gradually subsided, and it slowly dispersed. The young man is happy and quiet, and naturally no one will be offended.

Lifting people is not just a name, but also the luck and personality behind it.

The crowd dispersed, and Ye Hao was just about to sit down, when he saw the old man standing not far away, Mr. Hua.

"The little friend is talented, and the old man admires it. ”

Here it comes!

Ye Hao said secretly, his face did not change, and his heart was calm.

"But a mere poem deserves such praise from Your Excellency. ”

Mr. Hua glanced at Ye Hao. Ye Hao only felt a cool feeling around his body, and he knew in his heart that the old man in front of him was looking at him.

After looking at Ye Hao for a while, he consciously found out Ye Hao's reality, and Mr. Hua said: "I look at Xiaoyou's luck, it is not rich or expensive, but there seems to be a trace of gloom and uncertainty in the luck. I'm afraid there will be twists and turns in the future!"

Ye Hao smiled indifferently, quite freely.

"It's man-made!"

What Xiaoyou said is very true, in the world of life, you have to work hard to move forward, or in the near future, the family will be rich, and it is also possible for a wife and concubine to have a surplus house. A smile appeared on Mr. Hua's face.

"Sir, a rich and delicate wife is not what I want, and so is a family of property. None of this is my wish. ”

"Oh!?" Mr. Hua had a curious look on his face.

"The students are very talented, and they are even more hard-working. Seek the title of the gold list, in order to seek the avenue. ”

Boulevard!

Mr. Hua was stunned, stared at Ye Hao for a moment, and saw that Ye Hao was radiant, calm and calm, and when he talked about the avenue, his words were loud and high-spirited.

The scenes of previous years are recalled in my mind, and the memories I pursued back then are vivid, and how many companions have fallen little by little, and the more lonely they are.

Was he the same back then!

The young man's spirit is always lofty, Mr. Hua was a little sad, walked to Ye Hao's place, poured a glass of wine, and drank it all.

"Speaking of this golden dragon wine, the slower you drink, the easier it is to get drunk, the more urgent you drink, the less likely you are to get drunk, drunk has the taste of drunk, and if you are not drunk, you will not get drunk......"

When Mr. Hua said this, he seemed to remember something, and he had a look of reminiscence. turned around and called the little maid, and served another pot of golden dragon wine. Then he said to himself.

Mr. Hua said that Ye Hao and Li Xian listened quietly and did not interrupt.

The three of them just drank and chatted one sentence at a time. From Tiannan to the north of the earth, from Wencai to Jinglu.

"It's not too early, and I should go back. Mr. Hua laughed, and seemed to be a little happy after a meal. Standing up, he thought of something again, took something out from under his sleeve, and put it on the table.

"Set up an ugly feast, on the fifteenth night of this month, the Liu'an ferry of the Jinlong River, our own boat will pick you up, and you can come!"

Ye Hao looked carefully and found that it was a pale red object, which seemed to be an invitation or something, and he couldn't see any material.

"Mr. invited, naturally he wants to come!"

Ye Hao looked at it, picked up the invitation card and said.

Mr. Hua laughed and went downstairs.

"Childe!?" Li Xian couldn't figure out where this Mr. Hua came from, and wanted to ask something, but he saw Ye Hao lowering his head, as if he was thinking about something.