I saw Wang Ren's face flush.

Wang Ren's teacher read in a strange tone: "Look at a tree from a distance, two big branches, make a big slingshot, and shoot down the black crow." What a good poem that has never been seen in eternity! ”

"It's not good, it's rhymed, and it's in line with what you said." Wang Ren muttered.

"I didn't say you didn't write well. Look at what people write. Wang Ren's teacher said.

After speaking, Wang Ren's teacher threw a stack of manuscripts in his hand in front of Wang Ren.

Wang Ren opened someone else's draft and saw:

Outside the pavilion south Xuan, Zhen Gan repairs and straightens.

The wide leaves are green and yin, and the flowers are plain.

Gifted and elegant, worthy of knowing the sound.

On the leaves of Xiao Shutong, the moon is white and dewy. The dripping light is full, and the glow is cold.

The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move and cherish the beads. The air is cold and suspicious of the autumn evening, and the sound is slightly felt at night.

Condensation is all over the stream, moisturizing things and looking at them. Don't get tired of peeping, it will be more difficult to gather.

"These poems are good, but they are too elegant." Wang Ren said.

"Take a closer look, some of the verses I've circled." Wang Ren's teacher said.

Wang Ren reads the poems that have been circled with a red pen.

"The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit."

"There is nowhere to find in the autumn colors when you sleep, and the moon is bright in the full steps."

"Go up to the west building alone without a word, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu."

"The three more rains on the sycamore leaves, the sound of the leaves is parting."

"The cold moon sinks into the cave and the room is quiet, and the sycamore shadow outside the pearl curtain."

"Sycamore tree, three more rain, not to be separated from love is bitter."

"The broken incense and the residual fragrance are evil, and the west wind urges the sycamore to fall."

"Lie down and listen to the rain and sycamores, and the rain is light and the moon is hazy."

……

Wang Ren stopped reading it, because although he didn't know much about other people's poems, he felt that kind of writing was blowing in his face.

After reading other people's poems, Wang Ren was not ashamed and brave, but even more inferior, unwilling to work hard to catch up, but even more depraved and gave up the pursuit.

Later, Wang Ren often used excuses to skip school and avoid class. That's when he met Cao Fenghammer.

Cao Fenghammer is also looking for eggs with seams to lay maggots. Seeing that Wang Ren often played outside, he invited him to drink first if he didn't go to school.

Wine is a strange thing, and it's easy to get closer to each other because of the lubricant used as a lubricant.

Cao Fenghammer invited Wang Ren to eat and drink, and the two became New Year's friends, and Cao Fenghammer would cater to each other, Wang Ren had the intention of seeing each other and hating each other, and invited Cao Fenghammer back the next day.

The two came and went, inseparable.

One night, when the two had nothing to do after drinking, Cao Fenghammer said to Wang Ren, "Let's go play something exciting." ”