"Eternal eternity is the same time, and you should be safe when you come."

Qian Hao said lightly, then relaid a piece of rice paper and picked up the pen again to write.

The ancients were not fools, and even if they couldn't see that An Fusheng came from now, they could see that he was out of step with the times. And here, Qian Hao's scholar can see it, but he doesn't take it seriously, and is still immersed in his heart.

An Fusheng seemed to be awakened, gradually calmed down, and stopped yelling. But his eyes were still full of confusion and uneasiness, but when he set his eyes on Qian Hao, his heart slowly calmed down.

It seems that after a long time, one person is writing with a pen, and one person is standing and watching. The temperament rises and the sound of the piano is quiet, which amazes all the audience.

"Oh my God, these two people are so temperamental, they really look like, really like noble sons!"

"It's over, I betrayed Jin Yilang and fell in love with the male god next to him."

"Don't make any noise, watch carefully!"

In addition to the whispers on the scene, there are also good deeds who broke the matter in the post bar.

"The male god performance amazed the time!"

"Fountain Square, don't come to regret it for a lifetime."

"I'm not going to say anything, just watch the video."

The students who went to the post bar looked disdainful at first, and even complained about it, saying that there was something good about the club cultural festival, but it was just an amateur level.

However, when they clicked on Qian Hao's performance video, they immediately gasped.

This drama is really rough, not even an amateur, but the two people who performed it were too amazing. One ancient costume, one suit; One is chic and arbitrary, the other is gentle and elegant, and he can be called the male god of male gods.

In addition, the performance of the two is also very visually impactful, as if it is really happening.

"My mom, watching them perform, I thought I had crossed over too."

"I heard that Hua Baigu is going to adapt the TV series, if Bai Zihua lets Jin Yilang play it, I will definitely watch it no matter how bad it is."

"Don't dream upstairs, although Qian Hao seems to have superb acting skills, how can the crew let him act?"

A piece of praise finally angered some people, but most people just insinuated a few words, after all, Qian Hao is so famous. In Yanda, he has become the first genius and the first male god.

Of course, there are also people who bluntly criticize:

"Qian Hao's poetry is unparalleled, but with all due respect, he doesn't know how to write a script at all. You look at his plays, which are full of loopholes, and he smiles generously. ”

This person ridiculed Qian Hao so much, naturally some people couldn't stand it, after all, in Yanda, there are still a lot of brainless fans and girls in Qian Hao.

"Don't force it, you can do it?"

"Hehe, it's really funny, the drama played by Qian Hao must have been written by him?"

"No matter what Jin Yilang does, you can't even compare to one of his fingers."

"Hehe, hello. Qian Hao: They are all improvisational, so shut your ignorant mouth. ”

"It's already human flesh, this person is from the Dawn Literary Society, ugly, and has no reputation, and he dares to sarcastically mock my male god."

This person's name is Hu Yue, a woman, who has always been tired of her roommate's obsession with Qian Hao. Because of this, I hate Qian Hao. However, life is not a novel, she hates Qian Hao, but she will not run to slap Qian Hao in the face.

As for this time, it was also her roommate who watched Qian Hao's performance video and screamed, which made her angry in her heart and spoke a few sarcastic words.

And hearing the sarcasm and abuse of her friends, new hatred and old resentment came up, and finally she couldn't help it, and posted another post:

"Hehe, what else does Qian Hao do besides poetry? Does he write novels? Does he write prose? Does he know how to write screenplays? Hehehe, our president dumped him a few streets. Oh, I'm sorry, he doesn't deserve to be compared to our president. ”

After sending this post and seeing the angry scolding of the bar, she finally showed a happy smile. However, soon she couldn't laugh and her face was gloomy as water, because she saw a post.

"Hehe, what else are you going to do but force? Do you write poetry? Do you write poetry? Do you write poetry? Hehehe, we Qian Hao dumped you a few streets. Oh, I'm sorry, you don't deserve to be with us Qian Haobi. ”

It's exactly the same tone, and the format is the same, but it's just a few words.

Such a counterattack made Hu Yue angry, but it made the other bar friends laugh. And Jin Yiwei copied and pasted it one after another and posted it under Hu Yue's post.

Hu Yue naturally refused to stop there, and Jinyiwei would not let her run rampant, so the two sides scolded endlessly, attracting many people to participate.

Of course, at this moment, not many people participated. Because most of the people got the news, they all went to the fountain square together.

Fountain Square, at this time, has been crowded with people, and the voices of people are boiling. If it weren't for the HKCSS to maintain order, I'm afraid an accident might have happened.

Of course, it was also because the performance entered the high and tide that the audience turned from movement to stillness and watched it seriously.

In the center of the square, Qian Hao and An Fusheng sat opposite each other, talking about the present and the past with indifferent expressions.

Suddenly, Qian Hao made a gesture of please, and then successively made a series of elegant actions such as serving tea and drinking lightly. And An Fusheng is also very powerful, and his elegance is not as good as Qian Hao.

At this moment, the audience's eyes widened.

The newcomers applauded the performance of the two, because there was no tea set at all, but the two actually performed so realistically.

The people who were there applauded the temperament of the two. If you don't have poetry and books, how can you be so elegant?

The applause of the audience is good, and the cheers are good, but they can't affect Qian Hao and An Fusheng at all.

The two are still talking, one is a scholar who is rich in acting and learning, and the other is a talented young man. However, the two of them really have practical learning, and they are improvising, so their discussion naturally shocked everyone.

And just when the audience was shocked, the drama finally came to an end. The end of the curtain is also high and tidal.

"Brother Qian, since then, I am afraid that I will be separated through the ages, and I will never see each other again."

An Fusheng, who had lived in ancient times for many years, suddenly felt like he was returning, so he said goodbye to Qian Hao.

"The day you and I first met, I loved your song of the wild goose, but you actually burned it, saying that it was a tribute to the pair of geese. I still regret this. I'm leaving today, can Brother Qian make me have no regrets? ”

Qian Hao was silent, turned around and walked into the study, as if he wanted to rewrite Yanqiu's words for An Fusheng.

But at this moment, the staff of the Federation suddenly moved the desk, pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

When the audience saw this scene, their interest was even higher. What kind of amazing will the words of Yanqiu, the work of burying geese, be?

For Qian Hao's poems, no one is not looking forward to them.

However, Deng Xiang and the others on the side looked angry, and Li Ke and An Fusheng's faces were also ugly. Even the president of the Federation of Social Societies couldn't help but sink his face.

Isn't this a troublemaker, knowing that this play was a temporary thought of Qian Hao, he actually moved props to let Qian Hao write Yanqiu words?

This is indeed a troublemaker, and the initiator is the person who made the small report before. At this time, he was standing next to him, looking at Qian Hao with a sneer.