The atmosphere at the table was very strange, and Professor Song was silent and ate and drank.

Old man Ma seemed to notice something, but as an outsider, he couldn't speak nonsense, so he had to speak: "Jiajia, why don't we turn on the TV?" ”

Song Jiajia had no heart or lungs, and was eating well: "Huh? Oh! Watch the news, right, I'll pick a platform for you. ”

Mother Song kicked Professor Song hard under the table, but Professor Song didn't feel it at all and pretended to be indifferent.

Mother Song had no choice but to pick up a piece of fish and put it in the willow bowl, and said warmly: "Xiao Yang, this is the first time you have come to my house, eat more, don't be restrained!" ”

Yang Liu said politely: "Hey, thank you, aunt." ”

Song Jiajia dialed the TV to the Beijing station, and now the advertisement is playing, and in another half an hour, she will start to transfer international news.

Suddenly, the advertisement ended, and a handsome face appeared in the picture, singing "A Thousand Miles Away" affectionately: I send you away thousands of miles away, you are silent black and white, the silent era may not be, too far away to love......

Well, this seems to be a singing clip from a poetry tea party a year ago, when Yang Liu made the finale and pushed the atmosphere to a high/climax......

Song Jiajia was drinking soup and was choked and coughed in an instant.

Old man Ma looked at the TV, then at Yang Liu, and said with wide eyes: "This ...... Xiao Yang, isn't this you! I said how familiar it is! It's amazing! You're a singer! Can't be wrong! There's a poster of you in my girl's room! ”

Yang Liu said modestly: "Uncle Ma, it's nothing, I'm just an ordinary singer, not worth mentioning." ”

Old man Ma said: "Look at the excitement of the audience below, your fame is not small!" ”

Song Jiajia finally seized the opportunity: "That's, can my vision be bad?" Yang Liu is the national competition champion and the best male singer! ”

Old man Ma gave a thumbs up: "Hey! Old Song, listen, you sing really well! ”

Professor Song didn't raise his head, and snorted coldly: "Why don't I think it sounds good?" And this lyrics are problematic, what 'you are silent black and white', what 'play an accident', no disease-free moaning/moaning, pretentious, and there are problems with the style and grammar! ”

Song Jiajia herself was ready to boast again, but when she heard the words, she lost her desire/desire to speak.

Yang Liu lowered his head a little more, and he didn't dare to squeak.

The last part of the poetry tea party on TV is to imitate the elegant custom of the ancients to beat the drum and pass the ball, and whoever passes the ball to will have to improvise poems on the spot! Of course, only the writers and scholars in the first row are eligible to participate, and how many ordinary people can compose poems?

The real hydrangea has long been lost, and the show is replaced with balloons.

The drums were beating, and the first round of poems was a poet of the modern hazy school in a certain province, only to hear him shake his head and say: "Since it is a poetry conference, it should reflect the beauty of poetry, and please listen to me...... Ever since I was a kid / I knew / that my mom made pie / was the best in the world / and I couldn't love anything else......"

"Good poetry, good poetry......" The host took the lead in applauding!

As a professor of the Department of Chinese and the honorary chairman of the Writers Association, Old Man Ma naturally has a high degree of attainment in the study of poetry, and when he heard this poem, he was really like five thunderbolts, unable to survive, unable to die, and his face was flushed!

Professor Song's temper was much worse: "What is it?" Bullshit! Is this also called poetry? Kindergarten children are 10,000 times stronger than him! It's insulting! ”

Song Jiajia laughed and said, "Yang Liu, have you ever participated in this kind of show?" ”

Yang Liu said shyly: "Where did I know at that time? I thought it was just going to sing! ”

The drums sounded, and the balloon was transmitted again, and this time, the balloon was passed into the palm of a white-haired old man, perhaps because he was older, his fingers shook, and the balloon flew in the air again! The drumming suddenly stopped, and the balloon coincidentally fell into the arms of Yang Liu, who was sitting in the second row......

The camera advances, and Yang Liu's face is embarrassed with a capital letter!

The host also had a constipated expression on his face, but he was still a little anxious, and hurriedly said: "Providence, providence!" Our Yang Liu is also a famous songwriter, naturally talented and full of splendor, so what are you waiting for? The opportunity to shock the four is right in front of you......"

Professor Song said angrily: "Jiajia, hurry up and change the channel!" If you don't have a heart attack, you won't be able to see your dad in the future! ”

Old man Ma also chimed in: "Yes, yes! Even if it's an advertisement! ”

Song Jiajia said: "Don't, I still want to see the table of the willow!" ”

Professor Song sarcastically said: "Without good literary literacy, do you think anyone can write poetry?" ”

Song Jiajia grinned and said, "You think too much, I just want to see how embarrassed he is......"

Yang Liu raised his head suddenly, gritting his teeth in anger, but he dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, if this wasn't in the Song family, he might make an exception to slap a lesbian......

On TV, Yang Liu stood up proudly, without blinking his eyebrows, and he recited in a loud voice in a chic voice: "Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze! ”

The male host was stunned!

The writers froze!

The audience is boiling!

Old man Ma was shocked: "Xiao Yang! Is this really a poem you wrote on the spot? ”

Yang Liu's posture was very low: "Ah, yes! The level is limited, so I am smiling and generous, and I ask Professor Ma for more advice. ”

This famous poem "Title Capital City Nanzhuang" came from the hand of the Tang Dynasty poet Cui Hu, especially with the two sentences of "the human face does not know where to go, the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze", which can be called passed down through the ages and gone down in history!

But that's on Earth after all...... As a time-traveler from another world, Yang Liu felt no guilt when he used it, and even he was impressed by his memory......

Professor Song's heart is surging, what a poem! He was so excited that he almost got up, but his mouth said coldly: "Hmph, crooked and heretical, who knows where he copied it from?" ”

Old man Ma said: "Old Song, this poem is unheard of, how can it be plagiarized?" ”

Professor Song said, "That's not necessarily! ”

Song Jiajia hugged and said: "Yang Liu doesn't have many advantages, but he still has talent!" Dad, in order to prove his innocence, I will search you on my mobile phone! ”

Sure enough, Qiandu showed the search results, "Title Cloud Villa", a talented lyricist and songwriter, Yang Liu, composed in the 16th New Year Poetry Conference!

Old man Ma applauded: "Amazing! Pretty! Refined and graceful, natural and fresh, there is the legacy of our Tang Dynasty this night! Two human faces, two peach blossoms, full of joy and melancholy! It turns out that poetry can still be written like this! Admire, admire! ”

Professor Song didn't say anything, he just ran back to the study quickly, excitedly took out a pair of "Peach Forest Pictures of Talented Men and Beauty" that he had drawn many years ago, and wrote down the four lines of poetry that Yang Liu had just recited in one go......

Professor Ma came over and exclaimed: "Good painting, good poetry, good scenery!" Complement each other! Beautiful! ”

Of course, Song Jiajia didn't let go of this opportunity, she looked at the smile on her father's face, and secretly gave Yang Liu a victory gesture!

It's really unintentionally planted in the willows!

The willow stinks, and the appearance and wealth can't conquer you, but we still have talent! Old man Song! Surrender, haha, your daughter is mine...... Uh, baa, I don't dare to ask for it!