The crowd took their seats.

Find your own place.

Zhang Ye walked to a small table in the back, "Teacher Su." ”

"Awesome, Mr. Zhang, your poems have shocked the audience." Suna grinned and said, she is not an old-fashioned person, and she usually doesn't look like a teacher at Peking University, so she should laugh when she should talk about it, "I have something to ask you." ”

Zhang Ye sat down, "You say." ”

Suna said: "Your Shanglian has to send me." ”

Zhang Ye spread his hands, "It's all taken away by Principal Wu, you go to her and ask for it." ”

"Then you agreed? If you promise me, I'll go, anyway, Principal Wu likes poetry, and shouldn't be too interested in couplets, but my dad likes it. Suna said.

Zhang Ye smiled: "Send Uncle Su?" That's fine, no problem. ”

Suna said happily: "Then it's decided, it's interesting enough!" ”

At this time, Master Zhou over there made a move around, his eyes fell on Zhang Ye, and beckoned: "Young man, haha, come and sit at the main table." ”

The main table?

Everyone was stunned!

The main table is full of masters, and ordinary calligraphers are not qualified to sit on it!

Master Wei also invited: "Yes, young man, come here, you are qualified to sit here." ”

How could Zhang Ye go, he immediately said: "Thank you, masters, thank you for looking up to me, but I don't dare to hold it up, I really won't go." ”

Wu Zeqing said: "If he wants to sit there, let's eat." ”

A calligrapher in his forties was too curious and asked, "Old Wu, where did you meet such a person?" Why haven't we heard of him, who knows? ”

"I don't know."

"First time I've seen him."

Others also looked at Zhang Ye frequently.

Wu Zeqing smiled slightly, "You must know him, as for who it is, I'll sell it first, isn't everyone hungry?" Shall I move the chopsticks first? ”

Yes?

We all know each other? No, I can't!

Master Zhou laughed, "Yes, eat first." ”

Mr. Feng, who had participated in the competition before, said: "Xiao Wu, don't say anything, you have to give me the song "Poppy Beauty", otherwise you don't want to get a gift from me." ”

Wu Zeqing said with a smile: "Teacher Feng is loved by others." ”

Mr. Feng snorted, "I lost to a junior, my face is lost, and if I can't get some benefits, then what's the matter, it's so decided, the word is mine!" ”

Wu Zeqing smiled: "My consideration." ”

Mr. Feng glared, "What else are you thinking about, you have pitted us old guys, we haven't settled accounts with you yet, I already knew that your little teammate's poetry is terrifying, and the calligraphy is not bad, we are a fart!" "They really lost unjustly this time, and they all lost in literary attainments.

Wu Zeqing said helplessly: "Okay, okay, "Poppy Beauty" is yours." ”

Mr. Feng took a sip of wine with satisfaction, "It's pretty much the same. ”

At the beginning, Mr. Wang also said: "That song "Jinse" is mine! ”

"I want that song "Qingming", haha, I like this kind of unlucky poem, Lao Wu, you have to cut your love, I'll write you another word when I go back, let's change it." Another calligrapher also spoke.

After a while, all of Zhang Ye's previous poems were divided, and Wu Zeqing didn't have a single one.

The exchange of calligraphy and painting between calligraphers is a common thing, not to mention that those are the original poems written by Zhang Ye for the first time, which are collectible, who knows what achievements that young man will have in the future, if he becomes a master in the future, the value of these poems will definitely be dozens or hundreds of times.

Chen Mo, who was sitting at the third table, listened to the conversation at the main table with a dark face, and when he saw that Zhang Ye's poems were so popular, his brows tightened more and more.

A young man said secretly: "Wu Zeqing is leading people to smash the field!" ”

Another young man also said: "It's too much, this is our teacher's birthday, not to mention winning the lottery that the teacher wants, and slapping so many teachers in the face, what is he going to do?" ”

The first young man said, "Senior brother, you have to vent your anger to the old man!" ”

These are all disciples of Master Wei.

Chen Mo's face was certain, and he said in a low voice: "Look at me!" ”

……

The table is open.

The second part also began.

Someone from over there, "Master Wei, I toast you." ”

Here comes a young one again, "Sister Wu, happy birthday." ”

A few people came up first and took out the prepared birthday gifts, some gave Master Wei an inkstone, and some gave Wu Zeqing a scroll of calligraphy and painting made by himself.

One......

Five......

Ten......

More and more people are coming forward to celebrate birthdays.

Master Wei and Wu Zeqing returned with a full load and received a lot of things.

"Master Wei, one of my humble works, I wish you a long life."

"Thank you, you have a heart."

Suddenly, one of Master Wei's most valued disciples stood up, Chen Mo walked to the main seat, and said with a smile: "Teacher, one day as a teacher and a father for life, thank you for your careful teaching over the years, I know that you don't lack anything, and I can't give you anything good, the only thing I can show is the calligraphy skills that you have cultivated under your teaching over the years, today I want to write something for you on the spot, please test my learning results!" ”

He's pretty good at talking.

Master Wei touched his beard and nodded and smiled, "Okay! This gift is an appetite for me! ”

Master Zhou was also very interested, and ordered people to set up a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and the desk was in the middle, so that everyone could see it, and the people who were eating upstairs could also see it lying on the window.

"Xiao Mo is going to write calligraphy?"

"Let's see."

"Xiao Mo is the most talented among Master Wei's disciples."

The people around put down their chopsticks and looked at the bustle over there with a smile.

Chen Mo picked up the pen, closed his eyes for a moment, and suddenly opened his eyes and lifted the pen and landed on the rice paper, he was holding a small brush, maybe he wanted to write a long poem?

Zhang Ye also looked over.

"What a word."

"He is worthy of being a disciple of Master Wei."

"It's no worse than the young man in sunglasses just now!"

Everyone praised on the side, and the rest of Master Wei's disciples were also cheering for Senior Brother on the side.

But when the words were written, suddenly someone snorted, and then their hearts jumped, which ......

It turned out to be a Yuefu poem! This style of poetry is still rare! And everyone has never seen this Yuefu poem, it is obviously created by Chen Mo himself, the difficulty of creating Yuefu poems is much more difficult than that of ancient poems and ancient words, firstly, it is rare, secondly, it is difficult to master, it is too difficult to write well, which requires a deep foundation of ancient culture! I don't know if Chen Mo has been preparing for a long time, this hand really amazed everyone!

Master Zhou congratulated: "Old Wei, someone has inherited your mantle." ”

Master Wei smiled and said, "Xiao Mo, he's still far away." ”

"Far from it? I don't think it's bad, he'll definitely be better than you in the future, haha. "Master Zhou and Master Wei are old friends, and stepping on him is like a common thing.

The poem is long.

A Yuefu poem is finished.

But when everyone looked at the content of the poem, everyone was stunned!

Chen Mo's Yuefu poem actually told a story, saying that in ancient times, there was a man who had been unwilling, he wanted to get fame, but his wife blocked him and wanted him to do business, the man did not agree, but his wife relied on her good family background and began to preside over the affairs of the family in an open manner, but the family business was all lost, and the two could only sleep on the streets. During this period, the article also quoted Kong Shengwei's words about the difficulty of raising women and villains.

The story is general, it is written about the feudal thing, as for the meaning, there is no meaning, it seems to be writing Chen Mo himself, men must adhere to their own ideals and goals, and they can't listen to women. However, if this story were placed on other occasions, it would be nothing, but on this occasion, there would be a problem, and a big problem! Today, in addition to Master Wei's birthday, it is also Wu Zeqing's birthday!

What do you mean?

Is it difficult to raise only women and villains?

Shouldn't women show their heads? Should you teach your children with your husband?

Make a story that women can't do anything! In the end, you still have a wife and a husband? Who are you beating? What is Principal Wu's identity? It's also what you dare to choreograph!

Chen Mo put down his pen, "I've written it." ”

The atmosphere froze all of a sudden, and there were not many fools present!

Master Wei sank his face first, "Presumptuous!" ”

Master Zhou didn't praise Chen Mo anymore, frowned, and glanced at Wu Zeqing.

Wu Zeqing smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

Suna stopped doing it and stood up on the ground, "The surname is Chen!" Who are you scolding! ”

A female family member of a calligrapher was also annoyed: "Who said that women are inferior to men!" What kind of society is this! Also write about that set of feudal thoughts! ”

Another woman said, "What kind of Yuefu poem is this! Write us women as useless? What do you mean, Xiao Mo! Look down on women so much? ”

Chen Mo smiled dryly: "I don't mean anything else, it's just a Yuefu poem, some words are quoted, not what I said, I just imitate the way the ancients wrote." ”

A group of women chirped and counted him, and they couldn't listen to it anymore!

Chen Mo doesn't care, he knows that he will definitely offend a lot of people today, but he doesn't care, he only respects Master Wei alone, Wu Zeqing also pouted his teacher's face, Chen Mo, as a disciple, of course he has to get back face for the teacher, he thinks that Master Wei is generous if he doesn't speak, it doesn't mean that he is not angry, so Chen Mo has this article, just to get back some of the face he lost before, and he can't let you Wu Zeqing win the game and win the face and then drift away, no matter what, I have to let you lose some face!

Race?

They can't compare to Zhang Ye!

But now it's not a literary competition, Chen Mo has found the back account!

Zhang Ye looked at Chen Mo, looked at the Yuefu poem, and was really angry, before everyone bullied Wu Zeqing with a group of old men, Zhang Ye was not angry, knowing that everyone didn't have the meaning of bullying, but Chen Mo's article had a different meaning when it was written! This is clearly trying to embarrass Wu Zeqing! This is clearly looking for a scene in a change of direction!

Bastard!

You're looking for death!