It's been a good year's meeting.

The people who went upstairs and downstairs to the party were staring at the situation in the backyard.

As Chen Mo's teacher, Master Wei could only stand up and say to Wu Zeqing: "Principal Wu, I'm sorry, the apprentice is not sensible, you don't have the same knowledge as a junior." ”

Wu Zeqing smiled, "It's okay, Xiao Mo's handwriting is good." ”

Master Wei sighed and said, "The words are okay, but the heart is far behind." ”

Master Zhou said to the side: "I still have to hone and hone my training, and I am too early to leave the teacher." Shake your head slightly.

As for the other calligraphers around, they didn't have anything to say, because the other party was Master Wei's apprentice, and it was inconvenient for them to teach a lesson, so they should take a long piece of Yuefu poem to satirize that women should stay with their families and shouldn't show up? This Chen Mo's character is written well, and his writing is also very outstanding, but his personality is worse, what is the identity of Principal Wu? That is a hero among women, even these calligraphers dare not make a mistake in front of others, why are you Chen Mo a junior? Fortunately, Principal Wu didn't care much, this is people's strength, otherwise if this matter was changed to someone else, if you wrote like this, people would have patted the table and stared. You must know that in the field of culture and education, Wu Zeqing's influence may be greater than the influence of all the people present combined!

They're just marginal characters.

Wu Zeqing is the real person in the system!

I don't even understand this little thing, and my future achievements are not high, everyone has their own judgment on Chen Mo in their hearts, alas, but young people, when they are always impulsive, when they make mistakes, they have to give young people some opportunities to grow and change.

Master Zhou looked at Chen Mo, "Don't be guilty of not accompanying Principal Wu." ”

Chen Mo pondered for a moment before looking at Wu Zeqing and said, "Principal Wu, if there is anything offended, I say I'm sorry, but my Yuefu poem really has no other meaning, I just want the teacher to test my learning results." "He hasn't been wronged yet.

Everyone frowned.

Master Wei's eyes also turned cold.

Chen Mo is also difficult to ride a tiger, his self-esteem is strange, anyway, it has come to this point, he can only stand there with his neck straight, he doesn't know that Wu Zeqing has given Master Zhou's calligraphy to his teacher, and now he just wants to give his teacher a breath, he doesn't care about the consequences, he has done it, he has written it, and he can't take it back.

Suna said angrily: "I don't know what's wrong! Principal Wu ignores you, and you are still energetic!"

Father Su scolded, "Why are you so excited when you sit down." ”

Suna said: "He has belittled us women, and he is not allowed to talk about him!"

A female calligrapher snorted, "What era is it still engaging in these feudal discriminations!" Old man Wei, today is the anniversary of the establishment of the Calligraphy Association, and it is also your birthday, we are here to celebrate your birthday, but we are not angry, this is already a new society, how can there still be these old and decadent ancients' thoughts? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it, what happened to us women?"

"That's right!"

"Why are we useless?"

"People who can write this kind of Yuefu poems are not much better in character!"

"Still don't admit your mistakes, still unrepentant, dare to do it, don't dare to do it!"

"Master Wei, we respect you, but you, a disciple, ...... It's not good!"

A group of female family members and female calligraphers are still counting Chen Mo, Principal Wu doesn't care about him because Principal Wu is there, but they don't pay so much attention to it, and they are lesbians, he is light in one bite, Chen Mo's calligraphy is really hateful!

Teacher Wang said to his wife: "Lao Qu, what are you making trouble? ”

The woman raised her eyebrows and said, "What's the matter?" I can't speak yet!"

Teacher Wang smacked his lips and said, "If you don't say a few words, the rice can't stop your mouth?" "He doesn't want things to go on anymore, after all, it's Master Wei's birthday, and Master Wei's face is not beautiful if he talks too much.

Another calligrapher said to his daughter: "Xiao Jiang, don't make trouble, eat well!"

The girl who was sitting at the same table with Suna threw down her chopsticks heavily, "Can I still eat?" Dad, the one surnamed Chen is full of food! I didn't recruit anyone, I didn't provoke anyone to eat my food, and he also hit us women? It would be fine if there was another topic in your article, but what about him? What does it seem written in Yuefu poems that men should be firm in their dreams and not listen to other people's nonsense, but almost most of the text is describing how women lack virtue and how to make trouble! If this kind of article is sent out, if it spreads outside, what will people think of the Calligraphy Association? Hmph, I think this is a gathering place for a bunch of old feudalists!"

The father was furious, "What do you say!

Xiao Jiang said: "If you don't give me an explanation, I won't eat it yet!"

A woman next to her hugged Xiao Jiang and shouted over there: "Old Sun, you don't shout to the child, let him write like that, and don't let us say it, right?"

"Sister Yu, Xiao Mo probably didn't mean it. The father smiled wryly.

Sister Yu said: "Then I have to apologize to all our female comrades!"

The women in the audience did not agree. The men had a headache.

"Senior brother. ”

"Senior brother. ”

"This ......"

Several of Master Wei's other disciples were all sitting on wax.

Chen Mo was overwhelmed, so he could only say: "Ladies and sisters, auntie, I really don't mean anything else, that is, I imitate some of the thoughts of the ancients and the format of Yuefu poems, and I want to show my learning results when the teacher celebrates his birthday, so I have only created for a month, and I want to surprise the teacher!"

Still don't recognize it?

It's still quibbling!

All of a sudden, even those gay men can't stand it!

Suddenly, a person spoke, Zhang Ye casually took a bite of the dish, swallowed it, and glanced at Chen Mo calmly, "You have come up with such a thing after a month's research?

Chen Mo sneered, "Broken thing?"

Zhang Ye's mouth is so poisonous, "It's a broken thing, I'm just giving Master Wei a face, I really want to look at it according to me, your Yuefu poem is simply bullshit, do you know what Yuefu poetry is? Do you know how to write Yuefu poems? You dare to call Yuefu poems a broken article at this level? Don't be funny, in the future, you can write this kind of thing secretly with your family, don't get it to the public and be embarrassed, really let people who know how to read literature and poetry, and don't let people laugh off their big teeth? Your word is still so-so, it's okay, but this literary level, it's really not a little bit worse, I tell you, although the real Yuefu poems are not so exquisite, not so many ordinary requirements, very free, but, it's not an irregular text after writing with music can sing two sentences is called Yuefu poems, Yuefu poems are not all in the soundtrack, the literature of the Republic is broad and profound, not as simple as you think!"

Suna applauded: "Well said!"

As for how good it is, Suna doesn't understand!

The other people present are similar, speaking of which, they really don't know much about the poetic form of Yuefu poems, there are no word card restrictions, no flat restrictions, but the language level is very demanding, and there are even some dialogues in the characters, which are difficult to write - everyone's concept is also here, after all, everyone here is engaged in calligraphy, and they know Yuefu poems, but it is impossible to study them so carefully and thoroughly.

A young man couldn't hear it anymore, "You say my senior brother writes blindly?"

"Is it my senior brother who doesn't understand or you don't understand!" another disciple of Master Wei also replied.

Zhang Ye was happy, "I don't understand?"

When Suna heard this, she was also dumbfounded!

Seeing Zhang Ye speak wildly, Chen Mo also opened his mouth, those other aunts and sisters are all his elders, he can't refute it, but what are you? Chen Mo said directly: "Okay, what you said is very good, then don't just say that you can't practice, right? I didn't write Yuefu poems, so how do you say Yuefu poems!"

Zhang Ye said with a smile: "Today, President Wu's birthday, I am happy, then I will teach you and not charge you tuition." After speaking, he turned to Wu Zeqing and said, "Principal Wu, I didn't bring any gifts today, and I was a little embarrassed to come empty-handed, so I will write an article, which is a birthday gift." ”

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "Okay." ”

Master Zhou was stunned, "What do you want to write?"

Zhang Ye said lightly: "I said, naturally it is Yuefu poems, just now I said to send the previous poems to Principal Wu, Principal Wu was not very satisfied, said that the allusions in my poems are unclear, yes, Yuefu poems should be suitable, I also want to tell you a story." ”

Wu Zeqing looked at him softly, "Okay, I'll wait for your Yuefu poem, I won't accept it if it's not written well." made a joke, but he didn't question Zhang Ye at all.

Many people took a breath, damn it, do you really want to write Yuefu poems? This poetry is no better than other five-word and seven-word poems, Yuefu poems are generally storytelling, to characterize characters, to plot the story, to the main plot, to have an ultimate question, to have literary thoughts, the most critical language has to chew words, everyone has just seen Zhang Ye's ability to write poetry, but that's just writing dozens of words, each one is a short poem, good idea, good writing, Yuefu poetry is completely different, there is no month and months of conception and precipitation, sprinkled with hundreds of words and thousands of words of long poems? This can't be written at all! Everyone knows that this young man in sunglasses is obviously in a hurry to say this, he must not have created this kind of thing in advance, and now he is actually going to write after two sentences?

This is a poem of Yuefu!

Can this thing come on-site too?

You don't have this concept at all, you haven't even heard of it, so anyone can really do it?

Suna was full of confidence, "Come on, Mr. Zhang, let them see and understand! A few frogs at the bottom of the well dare to talk to you about literature and poetic structure?

Zhang Ye said over there: "Then please help me prepare a longer piece of rice paper, the number of words may be a bit much." ”

"What proportion?" asked Master Zhou.

Zhang Ye didn't understand either, "Uh, whatever." ”

Master Zhou was speechless for a moment, and then asked, "How many words?"

Zhang Ye said: "I don't know, let's write it first." ”

Also, people create on the spot, where will they know how many words they can write, Master Zhou instructed his disciples to arrange it, and it was soon ready.

Many people stopped eating and came over to see the excitement.

"Let's go downstairs!"

"It's lively again!"

"Wait for me, I'll go too!"

Upstairs came down again with a lot of family members and attendees.

It's not a game this time, but it's more interesting and thrilling than the previous games. Suna squeezed in, and the others scrambled to the nearest place.

Chen Mo was waiting to see the joke, and so were his junior brothers, a person who had no preparation for anything, and wanted to write a poem about Yuefu? Hundreds of words and thousands of words didn't want to think about it? Isn't this a big joke! And what kind of story are you going to write? The ancient stories have long been written badly, and there is nothing new to them!

Master Zhou stood in the innermost circle.

Master Wei and Wu Zeqing also sat and watched.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye let the brush lick the ink, looked up and found Chen Mo, "Look at it, what is Yuefu poetry!" After speaking, he picked up the pen and put it down, and he also described it, "In ancient times, there was a woman named Mulan." ”

Woman?

Mulan?

Didn't the ancient style of writing all write about men? Do you want to write about women as the protagonists?

After Chen Mo and a few senior brothers heard this, they sneered a few times, and the rest of the people were also stunned when they heard this, their faces were full of confusion and puzzlement, and they said in their hearts, You can really do it, not only do you write Yuefu poems with a pen, but also use women as the main plot?

"Chirp and chirp, Mulan is a household weaver. I didn't hear the sound of the machine, but I heard the woman sigh. ”

The first line began to fall, Suna was in place, and when she walked behind Zhang Ye, he wrote a sentence and Suna read it, so that people who could not see clearly on the periphery could hear it.

"Huh?"

"Is it really weaving clothes and cultivating the land?"

"What is there to write about in the short term of the parents?"

"Be quiet, don't disturb him, and look again. ”

The women and girls in the back pointed and said.

Zhang Ye didn't even think about it, word after word, writing quickly, with a firm pen, he couldn't see the meaning of thinking and conceiving, "Ask the woman what she thinks, ask the woman what she remembers." Women don't think about anything, and women don't remember. Last night, I saw the military post, the Khan ordered a large number of soldiers, and the military book was in twelve volumes, and the scrolls had the name of the master. Grandpa has no eldest son, Mulan has no eldest brother, and he is willing to be a saddle horse for the city, and from now on he will fight for his grandfather. ”

Chen Mo was stunned!

What the?

Serving in the army for my father?

A woman disguised as a man to be a soldier?

The others also fell silent suddenly, and no one spoke!

Zhang Ye wrote faster and faster, "Buy horses in the east market, saddle sheath in the west market, bridle in the south market, and long whip in the north market." When I leave my grandmother and go, I stay by the Yellow River at dusk, and I don't hear the voice of my grandmother calling her daughter, but I hear the splashing of the Yellow River. As soon as he left the Yellow River, he went to the head of the Black Mountain at dusk, and he didn't hear the voice of his grandmother calling the girl, but he heard the chirping of Yanshan Hu Qi. ”

There was a chubby middle-aged woman with red eyes.

When several other women heard this, they were also greatly touched!

What a poor woman! What a dutiful woman! What a brave woman!

Writing this, Zhang Ye's pen suddenly sharpened, as if the characters in Yuefu's poems also jumped out with the change of his pen, and the atmosphere became intense, "Thousands of miles to the plane, Guan Shan is like flying." Shuoqi spreads the golden watch, and the cold light shines on the iron coat. The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years. When I returned to see the Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven sat in the Ming Hall. Twelve turns, rewards hundreds of strong. Khan asked what he wanted, Mulan didn't need Shang Shulang, he was willing to gallop thousands of miles and send his son back to his hometown. ”

Everyone was stunned again!

So many people died, and Mulan survived by luck?

Rewarded by the Son of Heaven, but why didn't she want to be an official?

Zhang Ye wrote: "When the grandmother heard that the girl was coming, she came out to help Guo Xiang, the elder sister heard that the sister was coming, and took care of the red makeup at home; the younger brother heard that the sister was coming, and sharpened the knife to the pigs and sheep." ”

Pictures seem to appear in front of everyone's eyes!

It was an excited and jubilant scene for the family! Their relatives escaped death and returned home with great military achievements!

As Suna read it, there was a trace of choking in her voice, as if she had been beaten to the softest place in her heart and couldn't read it!

Zhang Ye took over Suna's work, and even read it while writing, "Open the door of my East Pavilion, sit on my West Pavilion bed, take off my wartime robe, and wear my old clothes." When the window is cloudy sideburns, the mirror appliqué yellow. went out to see the fire companion, and the fire companion was busy: I have been with me for 12 years, and I don't know Mulan...... It's a girl!"

Xiao Jiang suddenly felt his blood boiling!

A woman next to her was in tears.

The scene depicted in the Yuefu poem made many people can't help it!

In the end, Zhang Ye chuckled, and while writing, he seemed to be questioning everyone: "The male rabbit's feet are fluttering, the female rabbit's eyes are blurred, and the last few words of the double rabbit walking ...... are more powerful than the other, "Can An tell that I am a male and a female!?"

It's done!

The audience was silent!

Zhang Ye mentioned "Mulan Poem", left the money, and put down the brush!

After Chen Mo finished reading it, his face turned purple in an instant! Several of his senior brothers were speechless one by one!

Master Wei slapped the Taishi chair fiercely and laughed: "What a good An can tell that I am a male and a female!

Master Zhou's mood at this moment can no longer be described in words, he looked at Zhang Ye in surprise, and was also frightened by this earth-shattering "Mulan Poem"!

Yes!

It's really scary!

Wu Zeqing's eyes flashed!

The female comrades present were all amazed and exclaimed!

"Mulan, this is the model of our woman!"

"That's right! This is a woman! Who said that women are inferior to men!"

"What men can do, what men can achieve, we women can do!"

The women are a little excited, this "Mulan Poem" is simply written in their hearts!

Yes, you people have to have colored eyes, you have to hang the rabbit's ears in the air to look at men and women, the male rabbit's feet are always moving, and the female rabbit's eyes are often squinting, so of course it is easy to distinguish, but when the male and female rabbits run side by side, who can tell who is male and which is female!

"Wonderful!" Master Zhou applauded in admiration!

Suddenly, there was applause one after another, "It's amazing! I really have a lot of insight today! It turns out that there are really people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the world!"

"Mulan Poem" is so good!

It's shockingly good!

I'm afraid of comparison, just now everyone thought that Chen Mo was very powerful, and that hundreds of thousands of words of poetry like Yuefu poems could be created? But now compared with the poems of this young man in sunglasses, Chen Mo's articles are simply a bubble of! The man written by Chen Mo praises the man and praises the dream, but uses a woman as a foil to make a negative description, the article itself is too petty, and there is nothing to do in the ideology, and even now it seems that Chen Mo's literary attainments are the language of a child's family, and it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance! But how did the young man write the Yuefu poem that the young man gave to Wu Zeqing? People write about women, but they don't belittle anyone, and the man you write is for the sake of being an official? The woman you write about doesn't want to be an official, she doesn't want merit, she doesn't want rewards, she just wants to go home and reunite with her parents and relatives! Do you write about men who feel sorry for themselves every day? Cursing women like this is not good, that's not good? The women they write about are risking her head, and she disguises herself as a man to join the army for her father! For the sake of her father and family, she fights the enemy as a daughter, goes to and from the sword, ties her head to the belt of her trousers every day, the general dies in a hundred battles, and the "strong man" returns in ten years!

Decade!

A weak woman!

She did what even men can't!

Compared with each other, the gap between Chen Mo and the young man in sunglasses is simply too great, the young man's "Mulan Poem" was obviously written against Chen Mo, and every sentence was rooted in the other party's article! Every sentence was slapped in the face! Every sentence was refuting Chen Mo's article and slapping his face!

Chen Mo's face was ugly, he didn't expect the other party to write such a poem!

Zhang Ye looked at Chen Mo and said politely: "I can tell you again now, the one you wrote is nothing, it is not called Yuefu poetry, and it has no literary value and appreciation value." As he spoke, he pointed to his rice paper, "This is a Yuefu poem, not your kind." ”

Chen Mo said coldly: "What qualifications do you have to comment on my poems?"

Suddenly, Master Zhou's eyes moved, and after thinking about it for a while, he didn't know why, he suddenly laughed, "Xiao Chen, the person in front of you is really qualified to evaluate your poems, he said that you are not writing regular Yuefu poems, then it is definitely not, if he does not have this qualification, then there will be no qualified people in China, in the field of literature, maybe all of us here are not his opponents!" Then he looked at Zhang Ye and smiled: "Young man, I know who you are!"

Chen Mo was stunned, what did Master Zhou say?

He's qualified? What qualifications does he have!

How is it possible?

"Huh?"

"Who is it?"

"Does Old Zhou know?"

Everyone is too curious, who is this young man!

Master Wei and those calligraphers also looked at it, and some people were thoughtful!

Master Zhou laughed, "Actually, I should have thought that in China, I can write ancient poems like this, can write ancient words like this, and is also proficient in couplet culture, and even without any thinking and drafting, I can create such amazing poems as "Mulan Poems" on the spot! Only one person in China can do it!"

Finally, some smart people gradually guessed!

Proficient in poetry, songs, and couplets, no one in China can match, or was he invited by President Wu?

"Holy!"

"I know who he is!"

"Oh my God! It's Zhang Ye!"

"You are Teacher Zhang Ye!!"

Everyone was stunned, this was something that no one expected! Mulan poem, left the money, and put down the brush!

After Chen Mo finished reading it, his face turned purple in an instant! Several of his senior brothers were speechless one by one!

Master Wei slapped the Taishi chair fiercely and laughed: "What a good An can tell that I am a male and a female!

Master Zhou's mood at this moment can no longer be described in words, he looked at Zhang Ye in surprise, and was also frightened by this earth-shattering "Mulan Poem"!

Yes!

It's really scary!

Wu Zeqing's eyes flashed!

The female comrades present were all amazed and exclaimed!

"Mulan, this is the model of our woman!"

"That's right! This is a woman! Who said that women are inferior to men!"

"What men can do, what men can achieve, we women can do!"

The women are a little excited, this "Mulan Poem" is simply written in their hearts!

Yes, you people have to have colored eyes, you have to hang the rabbit's ears in the air to look at men and women, the male rabbit's feet are always moving, and the female rabbit's eyes are often squinting, so of course it is easy to distinguish, but when the male and female rabbits run side by side, who can tell who is male and which is female!

"Wonderful!" Master Zhou applauded in admiration!

Suddenly, there was applause one after another, "It's amazing! I really have a lot of insight today! It turns out that there are really people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the world!"

"Mulan Poem" is so good!

It's shockingly good!

I'm afraid of comparison, just now everyone thought that Chen Mo was very powerful, and that hundreds of thousands of words of poetry like Yuefu poems could be created? But now compared with the poems of this young man in sunglasses, Chen Mo's articles are simply a bubble of! The man written by Chen Mo praises the man and praises the dream, but uses a woman as a foil to make a negative description, the article itself is too petty, and there is nothing to do in the ideology, and even now it seems that Chen Mo's literary attainments are the language of a child's family, and it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance! But how did the young man write the Yuefu poem that the young man gave to Wu Zeqing? People write about women, but they don't belittle anyone, and the man you write is for the sake of being an official? The woman you write about doesn't want to be an official, she doesn't want merit, she doesn't want rewards, she just wants to go home and reunite with her parents and relatives! Do you write about men who feel sorry for themselves every day? Cursing women like this is not good, that's not good? The women they write about are risking her head, and she disguises herself as a man to join the army for her father! For the sake of her father and family, she fights the enemy as a daughter, goes to and from the sword, ties her head to the belt of her trousers every day, the general dies in a hundred battles, and the "strong man" returns in ten years!

Decade!

A weak woman!

She did what even men can't!

Compared with each other, the gap between Chen Mo and the young man in sunglasses is simply too great, the young man's "Mulan Poem" was obviously written against Chen Mo, and every sentence was rooted in the other party's article! Every sentence was slapped in the face! Every sentence was refuting Chen Mo's article and slapping his face!

Chen Mo's face was ugly, he didn't expect the other party to write such a poem!

Zhang Ye looked at Chen Mo and said politely: "I can tell you again now, the one you wrote is nothing, it is not called Yuefu poetry, and it has no literary value and appreciation value." As he spoke, he pointed to his rice paper, "This is a Yuefu poem, not your kind." ”

Chen Mo said coldly: "What qualifications do you have to comment on my poems?"

Suddenly, Master Zhou's eyes moved, and after thinking about it for a while, he didn't know why, he suddenly laughed, "Xiao Chen, the person in front of you is really qualified to evaluate your poems, he said that you are not writing regular Yuefu poems, then it is definitely not, if he does not have this qualification, then there will be no qualified people in China, in the field of literature, maybe all of us here are not his opponents!" Then he looked at Zhang Ye and smiled: "Young man, I know who you are!"

Chen Mo was stunned, what did Master Zhou say?

He's qualified? What qualifications does he have!

How is it possible?

"Huh?"

"Who is it?"

"Does Old Zhou know?"

Everyone is too curious, who is this young man!

Master Wei and those calligraphers also looked at it, and some people were thoughtful!

Master Zhou laughed, "Actually, I should have thought that in China, I can write ancient poems like this, can write ancient words like this, and is also proficient in couplet culture, and even without any thinking and drafting, I can create such amazing poems as "Mulan Poems" on the spot! Only one person in China can do it!"

Finally, some smart people gradually guessed!

Proficient in poetry, songs, and couplets, no one in China can match, or was he invited by President Wu?

"Holy!"

"I know who he is!"

"Oh my God! It's Zhang Ye!"

"You are Teacher Zhang Ye!!"

Everyone was stunned, this was something that no one expected!