Ji Ning's eyes really lit up, it's been a few years, and he has never heard his brother sing again, even if it is Luo Gongzi, he feels that that person is not as good as his brother.

He smiled, intoxicated, and teased Chen Chen, his eyes were very proud, this time, Chen Chen was going to make a big mistake.

Otherwise, what's the point today?

Ji Ningjue raised his head and stared at Chen Chen, although the young man in front of him was younger than him, he gave people a restrained and unassuming appearance, but, just for a moment, he felt like a tiger and leopard, and he was like a slaughtered lamb.

He knelt down at a table, looked at the lyrics he had written, and said leisurely, "If you want to be a literati, you must not only write well, but also write poems well, otherwise, what ideals do you have to talk about and compete with others?" ”

He said to Chen Chen, actually reminding Ji Ningzhen.

And they each glanced at Ji Ningjue again.

He is like a lonely wolf, with wildness, but with the grace of a wolf, and his posture makes everyone obsessed again.

Fortunately, he was over, and he was satisfied.

Writing lyrics after drinking is like dancing in the snow, only he is the center, and everyone else is the foil.

"Lord King, I didn't expect you to be such a genius, it's a pity." Peng Qing said with a smile.

"Pity? I think life is good now. Ji Ningjue responded, "It's just a hobby, to talk about it, Luo Gongzi is really talented, but unfortunately, he seems to be busy recently." ”

"yes, it's busy." Peng Qing smiled, "I don't know what makes him unable to get out?" ”

"When you have time, call him out and ask him." Ji Ningjue said with a smile.

"It's fine."

Peng Qing and Ji Ningjue whispered, but their eyes kept glancing at Chen Chen's body, they really wanted to know if Chen Chen could really write lyrics.

Chen Chen sat at the table, staring quietly at a pen in his hand, and then suddenly asked, "Do you have a brush?" ”

"What?" Ji Ningzhen and the others were in a collective daze, could it be that this person still understands calligraphy?

Before Peng Qing and Ji Ningjue expressed their attitudes, they had already been prepared here, and the four treasures of the study room had already been shelved on the table.

This speed is simply a symbol of god speed, Scud.

It seems that it is not for nothing that Lu Fu can open a luxury bar in Yangcheng County.

At least, in terms of action, vigorously and resolutely.

Chen Chen smiled at Lu Fu, this person really knows how to pat on the back, but he is very comfortable to shoot, in front of so many people, Chen Chen also has a kind of idea of pretending to be forced.

Chen Chen grinded slowly, and under Chen Chen's movements, the brand-new brush finally put on a mysterious black dress, and then, Chen Chen suddenly looked at Peng Qing and Jining Jue, his face became more and more exciting.

He sketched and painted, and everyone wanted to see what he was writing clearly, but with An Xiaohua protecting him, everyone didn't dare to approach, which aroused their curiosity even more.

"What is he writing about? Still not for people to see? Someone complained.

"I don't think I'll know anything, otherwise, why haven't I seen him move for so long." A taller man held up his arm, signaling that he would collapse if he was not allowed to look at it again.

"No, you see he didn't mean to stop from the beginning, and the pen speed is getting faster and faster, isn't he playing tricks on us?" A young man dressed in a trendy manner, looking like a little angry young man, his two eyes were firmly fixed on Chen Chen's hand, and he said quietly.

"I really want to know, who is that kid, how can he have such a big courage, compared with the five tigers of Yangcheng, and now he looks like a master, hum, looking at his appearance, I thought of his sad result." A nympho was intoxicated, looking straight at Peng Qing and Ji Ningjue, and even the pink Ji Ningzhen was seen by her, and she couldn't wait to swallow it.

"Look, he's stopped." Suddenly the sound came from a corner of the bar, and then, the bar fell silent again, and every customer was not in the mood to drink, but turned to it.

Lu Fu looked at everyone, and suddenly found that the flow of people in the bar was more than four or five times more than usual, and he suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

I didn't expect that just one competition could arouse so many audiences.

Could it be that such an event will be held every day in the future? He had an idea in his mind, but it was unrealistic.

Yangcheng Five Tigers, he can't guarantee that they will be in the mood to compete with others all the time, if they lose, how can they earn back their face?

However, if they don't agree, what if they turn their eyes to the boy? can confront Peng Qing and them, and the origin is definitely not small.

Chen Chen put down the brush and looked back at An Xiaohua whose eyes were full of glittering essence, and was immediately attracted by her cheeks, and was a little stupid for a while.

"Stupid, why don't you take out your work for everyone to enjoy, and- what are you looking at?" An Xiaohua stomped her little feet, why didn't this young man have eyes, didn't he see the appearance of a big bad wolf all around?

"Oh, take it, take it." Chen Chen coughed dryly, her movements just now were very similar to Gu Yaqing, and she couldn't help but look like a pig brother, I hope she doesn't mind.

If An Xiaohua knew that he compared himself to others, then, I'm afraid I don't know what he would think?

"What a wild grass, cowman."

"He's so handsome, not to mention that he looks handsome, and the font is so handsome, how can I talk to him about him?"

"Nymphomaniac, wake up, now it's the lyrics, I think it looks good when I write a good hand, and there are results? Dreaming. ”

"You're dreaming, the whole family is dreaming."

“……”

The onlookers were divided into two factions for a while, one was attracted by Chen Chen's brush font, and the other was to support Peng Qing's side, even if they really didn't do well, then, their name still attracted many customers.

Chen Chen clapped his hands, and finally got it.

Ji Ningzhen walked over, sneered, and said: "The brush words you wrote are really powerful, but this has something to do with this competition, haha, it's really laughing to death, just your IQ, it's a waste in vain." ”

"Really?" Chen Chen didn't care, and after a while, he knew.

Peng Qing and Ji Ningjue stood aside, their eyes silently feeling a strong and powerful wind blowing towards them from the scribbled wild grass.

Overwhelming, leaving no room for error.

"Awesome lyrics." Ji Ningjue said faintly.

"I didn't expect that this person's talent would reach such a point of rebellion, and I don't know if he was blind or really talented, or if he had written like this a long time ago." Peng Qing smiled bitterly, "Anyway, it's better than what I wrote." ”

"Yes, and this person's age is about the same as Xiao Ji, it seems that in the future, Xiao Ji will have an opponent." Ji Ningjue responded.

"Maybe, I really didn't think that only one author of "The Legend of Wukong" would have such great ability." Peng Qing looked at Chen Chen's masterpiece and found that it was a burst of bitterness.

Compared with him, the text is not good, and the words are not comparable.

Words, words that can't be compared with Chen Chen, how can they win?

Several people smiled bitterly, and the young man and girl beside him secretly smacked their tongues when they heard it, and they didn't know how many times they smacked their tongues, and now they were all slightly curled.

Not only them, but especially the drinkers, were all motivated.

Chen Chen smiled, very happy, all these years of hard work have not been in vain, insisting on practicing words for two hours every day, making him feel that the previous boring exercises have paid off.

In the past, his father Chen Yizhou was always dissatisfied with his temperament, but fortunately, with such practice, he gradually grinded his patience to a high level.

Although, he almost smoothed his edges and corners, without a trace of temper, if he didn't happen to get Noah's Ark, then, he might be just a small street in pursuit of ideals.

Thankfully, fortunately.

“……

A bar in the city

All kinds of wine are available

It's just that there is no barley wine for me

No one gets drunk with one or two glasses

Because I'm a big drunkard

It's out there

There are all kinds of songs

It's just that there is no song of mine

One or two songs will not be popular

Because we are wandering singers. ”

This song burned everyone's enthusiasm, as well as Chen Chen's self-confidence, especially when Chen Chen stopped at the last word, he suddenly sang loudly.

The melodious singing swept through the space of the bar, with a hint of wildness, a hint of sadness, piercing the quiet bar, and no one disturbed it at this time, as if it were like feeling a prisoner, and he was heinous.

His voice was very different from the songs he had sung before, but it was still soulful, enchanting the bar's patrons.

The owner of the bar, Lu Fu, looked at the young man and suddenly felt that this person had experienced a lot of things that he couldn't match, not only him, but also the guests of the bar.

This song is very unique in a bar, and it is very suitable for the flavor of the bar.

Especially those singers, looking at Chen Chen in a daze, they couldn't say how relieved or sad.

Wandering singers, we are all wandering singers.

Shuttling from one place to another, rootless, ethereal.

They burst into tears.

Who can understand their hearts, their ups and downs, even in the lively crowd, they have their own dreams and walk in their own footprints.

- Wandering.

"He, his song ......", Ji Ningzhen couldn't say a word anymore, those young boys and girls were also surprised, Peng Qing looked at Chen Chen, who was drunk with his own songs, and the crowd of people who couldn't help dancing, and his heart was slowly numb.

, this person is so talented.

In just a few moments, not only did he wipe out the only few singers in the bar, but even these strange were also uninhibited.

It's like a soul that has broken through the shackles and penetrated deep barriers.

There is nothing to worry about, only yourself.

Respect yourself.

"Did I fail?" Ji Ningjue suddenly muttered to himself and fell on the sofa, he smiled bitterly, he didn't think about his good show, this routine that has always been popular was thrown by a nobody.

He was really a failure.

"I didn't expect him to do this." Peng Qing clasped his hands tightly, "We all underestimate him." ”

"yes, underestimate him." Ji Ningjue responded.

His expression gradually emanated from depression, radiated brilliance, and said to Peng Qingdao, "No, we must not destroy our past reputation, since I failed, then ......"

He looked straight at Peng Qing and said word by word, "Then, it's on you." ”