Qian Hao also glanced at him, with a hint of banter in his eyes, but it was only a flash.

This kind of person is not worth his attention.

Turning his gaze back to the desk, he was immersed in the play again, and his eyes and movements were so similar, as if he had really become an ancient scholar.

Actually, he doesn't have any acting skills, and he just comes according to his heart. In his heart, there has always been a son--Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world. And he just tried to imitate the appearance of the son in his heart.

So he is, and so does An Fusheng.

Maybe everyone has a yearning person in their hearts. That man is him, but he will never be that man.

Under the watchful eye, Qian Hao finally spread out the rice paper, picked up the brush, and dipped it in ink. But just as he was about to write, he suddenly sighed softly.

The sigh is like a hammer, hitting everyone's heart, making everyone feel depressed for no reason. It's like you're really in the long pavilion and send someone away.

At this time, after Qian Hao sighed lightly, he suddenly started writing. It's not cursive, it's a line of calligraphy, and the words are connected, like his depressed feelings.

When the audience saw Qian Hao start writing, they couldn't help but stretch their necks, wanting to see clearly what he wrote. However, it was too far away for them to see clearly.

But the more they couldn't see it, the more they looked forward to it, and someone even ran into the middle of the square. If it hadn't been stopped by the staff, these people might have run to Qian Hao's side.

The man who played the trick stood aside, his face a little ugly. Qian Hao started writing, and the audience was looking forward to it so much, so he naturally couldn't be happy in his heart.

"Hmph, I guess it's just pretending. How can it be possible to write a good poem in such a short time. Wait, wait for me to go up and lift it up for you, so that the audience can see your masterpiece......"

Thinking so in his heart, he smiled happily again, as if he had seen Qian Hao's embarrassing scene.

However, in the next second, Qian Hao was writing, and he actually sang in a low voice:

"Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death?"

The voice was very low and the time to speak was short, but just such a sentence immediately made the audience's eyes widen and their scalps tingle like an electric shock.

You can even hear gasps.

This is not an illusion, when the audience heard this sentence, it was as if they had been poked at the G-spot, and the whole person was high~ tide. But they didn't speak, they forcibly endured their excitement, excitement and so on, stared at Qian Hao with wide eyes, and pricked up their ears to listen to Qian Hao.

The same is true for Li Ke, who has even stopped playing and just sat there watching Qian Hao. At this time, she didn't dare to play a note, for fear of disturbing Qian Hao.

The same is true for the others, An Fusheng didn't speak, and looked at Qian Hao with a slightly heavy breath.

Deng Xiang didn't speak, looked at Qian Hao incredibly, and chewed repeatedly, "Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death?" ”

The guys who played tricks, the president of the Social Council, other members of the club, etc., were shocked without exception.

Some poems just have that kind of charm, even people who don't like poetry will be moved by it. And this Yanqiu poem, the first sentence alone, has such magic.

No matter how others reacted, Qian Hao was still immersed in it, and kept writing and whispering:

"Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death? There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children. You should have a saying, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, who does the shadow go to? ”

Shang Que, the first sentence, he couldn't help but chant several times. Because at this time, he also thought of the one in his heart, and he was saddened by it and lonely for it.

As the mood changes, he writes more sloppily, but it also looks more meaningful.

He sang more sadly, like a cuckoo that was wailing, a partridge that was crying.

"Hengfen Road, lonely when the drums, the smoke is still flat. The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind. The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess. Through the ages. In order to stay in the sassy people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu. ”

After a song, the audience is silent.

Only Qian Hao, throwing a pen and paper, walked up to An Fusheng, and said wildly: "There is no return date here, you cherish yourself."

An Fusheng was silent, as if he was reluctant, and he didn't know what to say.

Qian Hao raised his head and smiled, raised his glass, and said casually: "A good man should not be a daughter, floating, you and I will drink this cup together."

"Good!"

An Fusheng looked at Qian Hao, and was silent again for a long time, unable to speak, and only a good word in the end. As for the rest, it's all in a glass of wine.

After drinking, Qian Hao handed the words to An Fusheng, and An Fusheng hesitated silently again. Until-

"Fusheng, go!"

Qian Hao waved his sleeves and said a word, before he turned around silently and left slowly.

An Fusheng left the stage, and Qian Hao was still performing.

Qian Hao looked at the direction An Fusheng left, sighed, and didn't say anything.

After a long time, when the sun was setting, he sighed again and said with emotion: "I didn't see the ancients before, and I didn't see the people who came after." Thinking of the world and the world, I was alone and wept. ”

At this time, he was already out of the play, but fell into another play. He thought of his previous life and thought of being alone in this starry sky, and he couldn't help but feel a huge sense of loneliness.

Rumble!

This strangely formatted poem immediately blew up the scene, and the sensation was bigger than Yanqiu's words.

"Before, before, good poetry, good poetry!"

Sima Sheng, who came on the spot, turned from a face full of joy when he heard Yanqiu's words to a sluggish face. Moreover, he kept reciting the poem in his mouth.

While chattering, he staggered out of the square, like a mentally ill person.

An Fusheng, who had just gotten off the stage, was also stunned, his mouth moved, but he didn't say a word after all.

The others were not like this, Li Ke, Deng Xiang, the president of the Federation of Social Affairs, etc., were all silent, unable to say a word to express their shock.

However, the audience was not silent, and the frenzied discussion began, obviously all of them were shocked.

The students of Yan University are all good, so most of them can feel the power of this poem. Although they can only feel it a little, it is enough for them to go crazy.

"Ciao, Qian Hao is too powerful, this poem, this poem ......"

"It's amazing, our Yanda has become a poet through the ages."

"There was sleepwalking in the past, and now there are no ancients before, Qian Hao can be a poet."

"Ahh

Not only did the audience at the scene discuss wildly, but places such as Tieba and Yanda QQ Group were all hotly discussed again. Qian Hao probably didn't expect that he was just saving the scene, and he would cause such a big sensation again.

This sensation is no less than the last time I dropped out.

In the post bar, all the posts about Hu Yue and other members of the Dawn Literary Club scolding Jin Yiwei have been wiped out.

There is no way, so many people came in an instant, posting videos, posting Qian Hao's poems, admiring and marveling...... Where can I still see the scolding post.