Afternoon.

Snake eyes.

The charity auction has officially begun.

The first auction was a calligrapher's calligraphy, and the starting price of the auction was 10,000 yuan.

"Fuck your sister, this word is so ugly, you dare to sell it for 10,000? And it's still a starting price? Why don't you go and rob? Han Shuo scolded in his heart, he could be regarded as having some knowledge of calligraphy, whether a person's handwriting was good or not, he would know it after a few moments, of course, for those whose calligraphy realm was too much beyond him, he naturally couldn't tell how good it was, he only knew that the writing was better than his own.

However, this Mobao in front of you, phew! To say Mobao is to insult the word. This guy writes just like elementary school students who have just learned calligraphy, and even can't write as much as those elementary school students.

But just when Han Shuo was disdainful of this character, someone asked for a price.

"Twenty thousand!"

"Thirty thousand!"

"Fifty thousand!"

At this time, a slightly majestic old voice sounded: "One hundred thousand! ”

After hearing this voice, the audience rarely made no sound.

Han Shuo understood that Donald was indeed doing public welfare, the handwriting was so bad, he could buy it at a high price of 10,000 yuan, and he was worthy of giving him a poem for this fearless spirit of dedication to public welfare.

Somewhere.

A middle-aged man with smug eyebrows and rat eyes was triumphant, and seemed to be quite satisfied that his Mobao could be sold at this price, and this time he would be able to brag about it among his peers.

The second auction is also Mobao.,This time the handwriting is much better than the previous one.,It's barely up to the level of middle school students.,As for the last one.,It belongs to kindergarten.,No.。 It is the level of prenatal education.

It's just that although the words are written a little more normal this time, the amount written is not so ......, and the specific thing is so, just look at the content.

The poem reads:

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces. Nine slices, ten slices, eleven slices. ”

Read the first three sentences. Han Shuo knew clearly, he had seen this kind of limerick, and there were many versions of the last sentence, either "flying into the grass and not seeing", or "flying into the reeds and flowers", or "flying into the plum blossoms and not seeing", all in all, the function of this last sentence is to put the first three sentences like garbage. It turned directly into gold, playing the role of turning stones into gold.

He also looked up some of this kind of interesting limerick poems at the beginning, and the one that impressed him the most was that in addition to this one, two pieces, three or four pieces, there was another poem written like this.

"All the beauties are beautiful, and the lotus step is beautiful. The red lips and cheeks are dewed, and the dots are plum blossoms. ”

Again, the first three lines of the poem sound cheesy and rotten. But the last sentence directly turned the first three sentences into gold. The artistic conception of the whole poem is also sublimated together.

Han Shuo sorted out his thoughts, and then looked at the fourth sentence of the poem, but when he saw it, he was instantly stunned and speechless.

I saw that the fourth sentence clearly reads:

"Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces."

"I'll go to your second grandmother's, this Nima is a poem made by the writers? Elementary school students write poems better than him! Han Shuo's center of gravity was unstable. I almost fell out of my chair.

However, it was this poem that made Han Shuo almost fall off the chair, and the final transaction price was 200,000, which was twice the price of the previous one!

When Han Shuo heard this number, he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood. At this moment, he had palpitations, and he was grateful that he didn't agree to the chairman to join the Writers' Association, otherwise he would have lost his face.

The following auction items were all of similar color, but they were all sold at a high price.

At a charity auction, most of the items were bought by the old man Tang Jianguo, of course, those who couldn't bear to look at it directly, he didn't speak.

The money from the auction will eventually be donated to children in poor mountainous areas in the name of the auction.

"Next, we would like to invite Mr. Tang, who has won the most treasures, to speak." After the male host finished speaking, he took the lead in applauding.

At this time, an old man dressed in a Tang costume, with white hair and high spirits, stood up.

Although the old man's figure is not very tall, only one meter and seven years old, when he stands there, he has a kind of momentum that has been in the top position for a long time, but it reveals more kindness.

Across the crowd, Han Shuo looked at the old man who was walking towards the stage.

"I have done so much charity for the country, and I can be regarded as dead without regrets, however, Tang has a small wish, before returning to Taiwan, can you please ask the poets and writers to write a poem for Tang, the content of the poem is about hometown, about relatives, I don't know if anyone here can meet Tang's small wish?" Donald stood on the stage, but when he spoke, his loud voice was mixed with sadness that could not be concealed, a few years ago, he was allowed to go back to Taiwan, he always went back once or twice a year, and his wife only spent a few days together, most of the time, he spent on the mainland.

And this time back to Taiwan, he may never set foot in the mainland again.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.

The atmosphere fell silent in an instant, and most of them frowned, meditating, thinking about poems about their hometown and relatives.

Two minutes later.

Someone stood up.

"Donald, I made a poem, I don't know if I can satisfy you."

After saying this, he read out the content of the poem he had written:

"Ahh

Hometown!

I love you!

I love your beautiful posture!

I love your ageless temperament!

……”

Soon, he finished reading a poem.

When the others heard this, they kept nodding their heads.

"This poem sounds very good, and the tone is impassioned, which should arouse Donald's homesickness, and it seems that Donald will accept this masterpiece."

"That's not it, this poem was written by Pei Jinsan, the chairman of the Writers Association of Dongjing Hot City, how could it be a defective product?"

"It's him, that's no wonder."

"This poem is so well written!"

But Tang Jianguo on the stage had no expression, let alone a voice, and seemed to be dissatisfied with this work.

The man who wrote the poem shook his head in disappointment, sad.

After that, some people stood up one after another and read out the poems they composed, but the old man Tang Jianguo still did not change his face, as if their poems could not touch the heartstrings in his heart.

Han Shuo looked around and said in his heart, it seems that it's time for me to play, these so-called poets and writers are simply unreliable!

As soon as Han Shuo, who was at the back of the position, stood up, he immediately became the focus of everyone.

"W, where did this kid come from?"

"Before the hair grows, dare to learn from adults to compose poems?"

"That's right, the chairman of the writers' association or something, he sits in the front row, and he sits in the back row and makes a fart poem?"

Han Shuo smiled disdainfully when he saw these so-called poets and writers, and then, taking a deep breath, slowly chanted a poem that was very famous in his world.

"When I was a child,

Nostalgia is a small stamp,

I'm on this side, and my mother is on the other side.

When you grow up,

Homesickness is a narrow ticket,

I'm on this end, and the bride is on the other side. ”

Originally, those who laughed at Han Shuo's inability to compose poetry instantly became dumbfounded when they heard this poem with extremely beautiful rhyme.

And the old man Tang Jianguo on the stage was looking at Han Shuo, and something called Jingguang burst out of his pupils. (To be continued......)