Soon, a staff member gave He Ziling an envelope, and the envelope naturally contained 888 yuan.

Huo Shixuan showed a smile, and was sincerely happy for her best friend: "Ziling, congratulations, you have won the award." ”

"Zi Ling, you're a bit powerful. It only took a few minutes to write a poem and win an award. Another girl with some freckles on her face said enviously.

He Ziling couldn't help but look at Wu Zijian, Wu Zijian's gaze moved back from Jiang Ming, and he smiled: "Miss He is indeed quite powerful." ”

He Ziling suddenly felt happy in her heart, and she whispered: "It's okay, it's not as good as those real talents." ”

He Ziling looked at Jiang Ming and asked, "Cousin Jiang Ming, what's wrong?"

Jiang Ming glanced at He Ziling expressionlessly, especially He Feng, who was very happy in his heart, and was looking at him with a wicked smile on his face at this time.

Jiang Ming was speechless in his heart, he didn't do much to He Feng and He Ziling, and he specially prepared New Year's gifts for them during the New Year's Eve, and he didn't know why they didn't treat him so badly!

He Feng and He Ziling thought that they were the proud sons (female) of the sky, Jiang Ming was everywhere this year, so it was naturally impossible for them to have a good face for this cousin.

Zhuo Yuhai glanced at Wu Zijian and said, "Jiang Ming, if you can't write it, forget it." How can ordinary people write poems casually?"

"I've thought it through. Jiang Ming said lightly.

Everyone was stunned and thought of it?

He Feng smiled: "It looks like we have one more participation award." Cousin Jiang Ming, I'm waiting for your 888 yuan. ”

Hearing this, He Ziling couldn't help but smile and poked He Feng's shoulder.

Do you think this 888 is so easy to take?

He Ziling handed the gel pen he had used just now to Jiang Ming: "Huh." ”

Jiang Ming didn't look at it, took the brush on the side, and lightly dipped it in some ink.

Everyone was shocked on the spot and their hearts were horrified.

, this kid knows calligraphy?

He Ziling and He Feng were even more surprised, Jiang Ming, the cousin, has been a dog since he was a child, and he can't write well with a gel pen, let alone a brush!

I saw that Jiang Ming's posture of holding the brush was extremely upright, and one word fell on the rice paper.

Jiang Ming's writing speed is not fast, but when he stops there, the gesture of putting down the pen makes people fascinated......

The word "water" surprised the old man in reading glasses, and the level of calligraphy looked ...... It's very high, not like a teenager can write it.

"The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, light makeup is always appropriate. ”

The old man didn't have time to read the content of the poem, but when he saw the word, he immediately stood up and applauded: "This word is a masterpiece! Good word, good word!"

The old man who had discussed "The Legend of the White Snake" with Jiang Ming before also had a bright eye, and smiled at Jiang Ming: "Little classmate, you really impress me." ”

There were many old people in the pavilion, and they all gathered around, and their mouths were full of admiration.

"Good words, there are still such good descendants as calligraphy? ”

"No wonder I think this kid has an extraordinary temperament, and practicing calligraphy is like this. ”

He Ziling couldn't help but squeeze in, looking at Jiang Ming's words in shock, it was really good-looking, and it was extremely free and easy.

"You...... Do you know calligraphy?" He Ziling asked in surprise.

She suddenly thought of the gel pen she had just used, and suddenly felt ashamed.

Jiang Ming nodded, he knew calligraphy.

He Ziling's eyes were red, and he looked at Jiang Ming angrily.

This cousin was so hateful, why didn't he start to say that he would?

A group of old men read this poem, and their faces gradually changed......

"Good poetry! good poetry! little classmate...... No, dare to ask Mr. Honorable Name?" the old man looked at Jiang Ming with a calm face and asked.

Everyone was like being fed, and the feeling was indescribable.

How can he write poetry and calligraphy? What the hell?

"Jiang Ming. ”

A group of old men glanced at each other, and an old man from the capital frowned and said, "I...... It seems that I have heard the word Jiang Ming somewhere. Dare to ask Mr. Jiang if he has been to the capital?"

Jiang Ming shook his head: "No." ”

Of course I have been there in my previous life, but I have indeed not been to the capital in this life, and the farthest place I have gone is Jinling Qiantang.

The old man in the capital shook his head, maybe this name is too popular, it should be too much.

The old man with reading glasses grabbed Jiang Ming's hand and said excitedly: "I thought that the poem written by Liu Hanshan would definitely be the first place this time, but who knew that it would be you, Mr. Jiang." ”

Everyone was a little confused when they heard this.

Jiang Yun opened her mouth in shock: "This ...... That's what it means to be in the first place, half a million?"

This...... That's what the old man meant, right?

When He Feng heard 500,000, he only felt that his head had been hit, and his mood could not be expressed in words......

What's going on,!

He Feng squeezed into the crowd and looked at Jiang Ming's poems written on rice paper.

Jiang Ming didn't use cursive to write this time, but in line writing...... Xingshu is a type of font that is somewhere between regular script and cursive script, which is not only beautiful but also easier to recognize than cursive script.

"It's a good sentence 'If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it's always appropriate to wear light makeup and heavy makeup'!" the old man sighed, after living for so many years, he was able to see this kind of poetry in the West Lake.

He Feng gritted his teeth and suddenly said: "This poem is about the panorama of the West Lake after the rain, dare to ask if it is sunny after the rain today? Jiang Ming, shouldn't you write about the winter scenery of the West Lake?"

He Feng is a student of a prestigious university, so he naturally understands Jiang Ming's two poems.

He Feng looked at the people who were pondering, and said coldly: "This poem of yours does not conform to reality at all. ”

Jiang Ming smiled arrogantly: "The beautiful scenery of the West Lake in my heart is like this, why should I stick to it?!"

What a big breath!

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and they all looked at Jiang Ming in shock.

The old man with reading glasses exhaled deeply and sighed in admiration: "Mr. Jiang has such a state of mind, I am convinced." ”

"Writing poetry reflects the poet's heart, Mr. Jiang's heart is like the sea, and the future will not be mortal. The old man who was discussing with Jiang Ming just now said with a smile.

Jiang Ming's face was calm, and he was already very embarrassed in his heart.

He was reluctant to write just now because of ...... He can't remember any famous poems about the winter scenery of West Lake!

He only remembered Su Shi's poem "Drinking the Lake After the Rain......

This poem should also be the most famous of West Lake, right?

It's hard to come up with a reason to go up......

The onlookers are lying in their hearts, and this explanation is okay?

He Feng rushed up and said, "How can there be such a thing? He just can just say a few nonsense?"

The old man frowned and said, "We were invited by the West Lake Scenic Area to nominate the scenic spot, and writing poems for the West Lake is just a game for us." Little students don't need to be so annoyed. ”

The old man wondered a little in his heart, didn't this Mr. Jiang go with these classmates? Jiang Ming won the award, there shouldn't be any harm to them, right?

The minds of today's young people are really not easy to guess.

Jiang Ming looked at the dissatisfied He Feng, and he raised his eyebrows: "Nonsense, if I'm not nonsense?"

He Feng smiled: "How many more songs will that great talent write?"

When Jiang Ming heard this, he directly picked up the pen.

There are rows of typewriting on the rice paper.

"Autumn Moon on the Peaceful Lake", "Spring Dawn on the Su Causeway", "Remnant Snow on the Broken Bridge", ......

When the old man saw it, he was shocked, and his lips trembled with excitement: "Could it be ...... Could this be ......?"

After Jiang Ming finished writing the ten names, he stopped writing: "Well, after visiting the West Lake, the names for the ten scenic spots." ”

The old man's hand trembled and held Jiang Ming's rice paper whose ink had not yet dried, and he was very excited: "I'm afraid that I will all have to come to the West Lake for nothing......"

"Mr. Dacai! Pinghu Qiuyue vs. Su Di Chunxiao, this is a couple!"

"It's not just a couple but also a rhyme, this name must not be random!"

A group of old men surrounded Jiang Ming and sighed incessantly. I actually met a great talent here!

They were invited by the scenic spot to come and choose a name for the ten scenic spots, and the result was ...... They haven't thought about it yet, but a small classmate has already thought about it.

Jiang Ming calmly registered his name under the stunned gaze of a group of people, and prepared to leave.

The old man with reading glasses shouted behind Jiang Ming: "Mr. Jiang, I will definitely transfer the 500,000 yuan to your card in the near future." ”

Jiang Ming walked out of the Huxin Pavilion with his legs on his legs, he walked a few steps, turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at the people who had already looked stupid, and asked, "You guys are not leaving?" It's already dark. ”

Only then did everyone come back to their senses and hurriedly catch up with Jiang Ming's footsteps.

Wu Zijian exclaimed: "Mr. Jiang is so good, he got a bonus of 500,000 yuan for a poem." And that...... Titled the ten scenes, he really deserves to be the first genius in Jianghai City! Wu Zijian has served Mr. here. ”

Wu Zijian not only served Jiang Ming's force value, but now he also served Jiang Ming's cultural level.

Dual cultivation of civil and military, this Mr. Jiang is too awesome!

He Feng and He Ziling looked at each other, their faces blue and white for a while.

They are the pride of the sky, Jiang Ming, the country cousin, can only look up to them, why can he do anything now?

Jiang Yun blinked and asked, "Jiang Xiaoming, what else do you can't do?"

Awesome, right?

Jiang Ming touched his chin and said in a deep voice, "I don't know for the time being." ”

If he can't, he can learn hehe in an instant.

He Ziling looked at the envelope containing 888 yuan in his hand, and his face was full of shame.

She was excited about the 888 yuan just now, but now compared with Jiang Ming's 500,000, hers is insignificant......

He Ziling's heart was sour, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

Huo Shixuan smiled and comforted: "Your cousin will not be an ordinary person, Zi Ling should have a good relationship with him, instead of targeting him everywhere." ”

He Ziling clenched the envelope in his hand, and said with a hint of crying in his voice: "Am I just an ordinary person? No matter how bad I am, I won't be worse than him......"

He Ziling: They have known Jiang Ming for almost twenty years, and it is ingrained in their minds that Jiang Ming is their foil, when will it be his turn to be the protagonist?

This gap is too big, and it is really difficult for He Ziling and He Feng to accept.

Huo Shixuan looked at He Ziling's expression, and was speechless for a while, not knowing how to comfort her.