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As soon as the Huache video was uploaded, Longkong took the lead in boiling. However, unlike before, their initial focus was not on Qian Hao.

In the past, whenever there was news related to Qian Hao, they would pay attention to Qian Hao first.

But this time, these code farmers, the first thing they saw was Nalan Xuannuo, Chu Ren, Wang Xi and others. They looked at these people, their eyes full of envy, and they longed to be incarnated in them.

An Fusheng was in the office, and he couldn't help but be envious, and sighed: "It's really comfortable to drink and compose poetry." ”

I don't envy drinking, I don't envy poetry, I envy that leisure.

It's not the body, it's the mind.

These poets are only a few who are famous, and most of them have to run for life. But in this video, their laughter is not stained by the dust, and their clothes are full of mountain atmosphere.

Happiness in poverty!

Such a word appeared in An Fusheng's mind. Poor and happy, there is only one way, and that is the road of happiness.

Only those who are willing to be happy with the Tao can be content with poverty.

Longkong is just a prelude, and the video became popular and was immediately spread all over the Internet.

In the previous life, someone lived in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain, and only heard the news and didn't see anyone who could be popular for a while, not to mention this quite grand Lanting Poetry Club?

People who have lived in the city for a long time are physically and mentally exhausted, and when they see the video at first glance, they suddenly feel that the breath of nature is rushing towards them.

They were pleasantly surprised, they were envious, and they were full of regret.

"Alas, it's good to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, but it's not that easy."

"I've wanted to go back to the countryside for a long time, but I can't make a living."

"Who said no, how good it is in my hometown, the air is fresh, the chickens and dogs smell each other, and the days are very slow and leisurely. This city, don't talk about it, don't talk about it......"

"I really want to go home and see my mother."

……

Heavy soil is difficult to move.

I'm afraid no one expected that the video of the poetry meeting would cause homesickness among many people. Even people from the city are yearning for the mountains and forests in the countryside.

Perhaps, thousands of years of agricultural civilization have deeply imprinted people's love for nature into their bones.

Homesickness is not only generated by netizens, but also by celebrities.

However, although these make the Lanting Poetry Club more popular, in the end it is just average, not exaggerated. But at this time, a news came from abroad, which immediately pushed the Lanting Poetry Society to the cusp.

It turned out that it was at this time that a political fugitive abroad. criminal, actually took the initiative to return to China and surrender.

The reporter asked, and he replied in a deep voice:

"My home is in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and when I saw that video and heard the song "Farewell", I cried all of a sudden.

I'm old, I don't want to wander anymore, I'd rather die in prison in my homeland.

I remembered ......"

Seeing this news, netizens were dumbfounded.

I'll you, don't be so exaggerated!

This big politics. Criminal, actually, why did you turn yourself in? And also because of that video?

Is there such a god?

Suddenly, there was a huge discussion on the Internet, and the popularity suddenly rose for a summer. And in this discussion, "Farewell" also became popular.

Netizens spoke one after another, hoping that Longteng Entertainment would release the single soon.

This song with a lot of love overshadowed "Drinking" for a while, and even Qian Hao was thrown aside.

When Wang Jing saw this situation, he was ecstatic in his heart, and secretly laughed: "Ahaha, who else, who else is there!" ”

The guy was smug and felt like he had come up with a big idea.

After laughing, he hurriedly dialed the company phone and ordered: "Hurry up, take advantage of this time to release the song "Farewell". ”

So, "Farewell" was released.

Blaze.

The speed of fire is comparable to Qian Hao's song, which shows how hot this matter is now.

After all, innocence is not famous at all, and "Farewell" has become like this, relying entirely on its own quality and exposure. Of course, it is also because of the innocence of children.

Qian Hao didn't know the popularity of "Farewell".

At this moment, he is knocking on a glass with his peers and drinking, singing a song, and he doesn't know where my hometown is. Then again, even if he knew, he would probably just smile indifferently.

Now he doesn't care about any heat. The desire to make a big news at every turn has gradually faded.

The Lanting Poetry Club is gradually coming to an end.

The crowd arose and went away, all smiling.

The influence of the poetry club is not great yet. Although it is very popular, most people just watch the excitement and are not really affected by it.

And this heat is not Qian Hao's purpose.

However, he is not worried. If there is heat, there will definitely be influence. He believed that it would not take so long for this Lanting Poetry Society to influence a large number of people.

That kind of influence, the influence that changes people's minds, is called influence.

The wine was already hearty, the cups and plates were messy, and Qian Hao was ready to go back. But at this time, everyone suddenly grabbed him and kept talking.

"Hey, this matter is not over yet, how can Master Qian go?"

"That's right, that's right, I still have to write the preface to the Lanting Collection."

"This episode is not popular, but it depends on Mr. Xiaoqian."

……

Everyone, you say a word to me, and Qian Hao can't cry or laugh. However, it also reminded him that there was still a preface that had not been written.

That is, the preface that he had already made up his mind - the preface to the Lanting Collection.

It's a pity, it's a pity!

His calligraphy is far inferior to Wang Xizhi's, which cannot restore the charm of this preface. However, there is nothing he can do about this.

It is true that he has also practiced calligraphy since he was a child, and he can be regarded as a good writer. Compared with Wang Xizhi, it is still a thousand miles away.

Although the words are not as good as Wang Xizhi, he still did not hesitate and decided to end this poetry meeting with this preface.

He was a little drunk, but he still poured a big sip of wine and said in a loud voice: "Come on." ”

The voice is loud and can be heard from far and near.

Nalan Xuannuo was overjoyed, and hurriedly took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. Zhuge Chengfeng was also overjoyed, and hurriedly swept away the sundries on the stone table.

Sun Xian took a rag and wiped the stone table clean. Chu Yao took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and placed it neatly on the stone table.

Qian Hao poured a few sips, holding the wine jar in one hand and the pen in the other, and the pen walked and wrote.

“…… There are lofty mountains and mountains here, lush forests and bamboos; There is also a clear stream turbulent, reflecting the left and right, leading to the flow of the winding water, and the column sits second. Although there is no silk bamboo orchestra, a song is enough to tell the romance.

It's a day, the sky is clear, the wind is smooth, looking up at the universe, looking down on the prosperity of the category, so the eyes are full of joy, enough to be extremely audio-visual entertainment, and the letter is also cola.

……”

In the first few sentences, he made modifications, otherwise the time does not match, and the reason does not match.

The modification of the time and reason does not affect the full text, and the article is still the same. Although this article is famous for its words, in fact, its content is also very good.

In short, this is an excellent ancient text.

Qian Hao was half awake and half drunk, regardless of the shock of everyone next to him, he still wrote "Lanting Collection Preface" wholeheartedly.

There were not many words, and after half a salary, he finished writing.

Stroking your palms and putting down your pen to drink. (To be continued.) )