Wei Ruolan has already admitted defeat, and the debate level of other students is still below him, and no one has come out to argue with Jia Wei anymore. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Therefore, it is equivalent to acquiescing in the result of Jia Wei's victory.

Only the student who had accused Jia Wei muttered a few words in a low voice, and Jia Wei vaguely heard it in his ears, which was nothing more than saying that Jia Wei's argument was sensational, and they couldn't argue for a while, which didn't mean that they couldn't argue in the future, let alone that no one else could argue.

Jia Wei had already won, and he didn't care, just laughed it off.

was about to leave with Zhao Heng, when without warning, a burst of rain fell.

This rain is not big, but it is not small, if you want to brave the rain to move forward, you will definitely be drenched into a soup chicken.

It's really a spring face, if you want to see it, it will be sunny, and if you want it to rain, the two of them have no choice but to avoid the pavilion nearby.

The drizzle is like silk, like thousands of silver threads sprinkled down, as far as the eye can see, there is rain and mist all around, and the scenery around the pavilion is rendered like ink and blue.

A small river not far away, moistened by the drizzle, is full of water and vapor, and it is much more vivid.

Maybe it's to change the topic as soon as possible and get rid of the frustration and embarrassment of losing the debate, or maybe these students are happy with this spring rain, and suddenly the poetry is booming.

Looking at the rain curtain outside the pavilion, these students were full of interest and full of elegance, saying in their mouths, "Good rain knows the season", "Spring rain is as expensive as oil" and other praises.

Immediately, a few students suggested that it would be better for everyone to improvise poems on the theme of rain.

This proposal was echoed by all the students, and they each looked at the rain scene and wrote a poem.

Not long after, as one student took the lead in chanting a song, the other students were not to be outdone.

Wei Ruolan is naturally no exception, he gave a poem of five rules, which won unanimous applause from everyone, saying that among these dozen poems, this poem should be the top.

Wei Ruolan has always been far superior to her peers in poetry, and after listening to such words of appreciation, she has already treated them indifferently. He turned his eyes and saw Jia Wei and Zhao Heng, like outsiders, standing aside, so he stepped forward with a smile and said, "Such a heart-warming rain scene, don't you give a song?" ”

He said this firstly not to make Jia Wei and Zhao Heng snubbed, and secondly, he also had the intention to test Jia Wei's poetic talent.

He took the initiative to admit defeat in the debate just now, and he was quite gentlemanly, but after all, this move only meant that he felt inferior to Jia Wei on the topic of good and evil.

It does not mean that he is willing to bow down to the argument from then on.

It doesn't mean that in all aspects of learning and talent, he admits that he is inferior.

On the contrary, he is quite confident, especially in poetry, lyrics, fu, and prose, and does not think that Jia Wei will outperform him.

Of course, after the debate just now, Jia Wei is no longer an ordinary schoolboy in his eyes.

The thoughts and insights displayed by Jia Wei are very profound and unique, and they are not simple.

He knows very well that many university scholars in history may not have a high reputation, some are just talents, Jia Wei is similar to his age, although he is still just a schoolboy, but who can predict his future achievements?

Jia Wei's eloquence, he has already seen it, and at this moment, he really wants to see Jia Wei's poetry.

Therefore, with both confidence and curiosity, he invited Jia Wei and Zhao Heng to write poems, among them, Zhao Heng was naturally only invited by the way.

When he said this, all the students were also interested, each with different thoughts, you say a word, I say a word, I have to let Jia Wei and Zhao Heng write poems.

The students had the same idea as Wei Ruolan, Zhao Heng didn't care, they mainly wanted to see Jia Wei's poetic talent.

Seeing that he really couldn't shirk it, he had no choice but to give a song first, firstly, he was the senior brother of these students, and secondly, he was Jia Wei's husband, so he had to take the initiative better than Jia Wei.

"Good poetry, good poetry." Although Zhao Heng's poem seemed a little bland, the students still politely praised two sentences casually.

"It's time for Brother Shen."

Wei Ruolan looked at Jia Wei with a smile.

"Do you have to write a poem?" Jia Wei pressed the corner of his forehead and said as if he had a headache.

To be honest, although he inherited Baoyu's memory, Baoyu's poetry talent could not be inherited.

After more than a month of private school study, I have also practiced a lot of couplet poems, and I know a little about rhythm, rhyme, etc., but if I really want to make poems, at most it is only the level of school children's poems, and in front of these students, I am afraid that they will laugh off their big teeth.

Jia Wei didn't want the aura of argumentation to be easily ruined on the school-level rain scene poem.

However, in this case, if you don't do a song, it will obviously not work.

What to do, that can only be "borrowed".

The history of this world and the original world is paradoxical, some dynasties have appeared, some dynasties have not, and so have people, including some poets, and therefore some poems, which are unheard of in this world.

Jia Wei's thoughts turned a few times, and he soon thought of two rain poems that were not available in this world.

However, when a poem about Yongxue suddenly popped up in his head, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and laughed.

This poem is a sharp weapon for crossing and rebirth, and if you don't use it to pretend to be forced, you are embarrassed to say that you are crossing and being reborn.

In particular, this poem is most suitable for pretending to be forced in front of talented people, and the effect is called an ecstasy.

Of course, the important thing is that there is no author of this poem in this world, let alone this poem.

Then, with a slight change, it is a rain scene poem that is also ecstatic.

Jia Wei thought about it, so he sighed slightly and said, "Since Brother Ziyi and your brothers are in love, then I have to reluctantly embarrass it, follow your example, and improvise a poem." ”

Wei Ruolan and the others first smiled when they saw him, and then sighed, and they were very puzzled.

But when they heard him and finally agreed to write a poem, they immediately ignored this detail, and focused on Jia Wei, waiting for him to speak.

They are in a hurry, but Jia Wei is not in a hurry.

How can such a poem of ecstasy be easily chanted?

In a long groan, and the impatient waiting of all the students, Jia Wei put his hands behind his back, looked at the small river not far away, and slowly opened his mouth.

"First-line, second-line, third-line, fourth-line."

He groaned this sentence, as if thinking about the next, and paused.

At this pause, Wei Ruolan praised, "Brother Shen's use of numbers into the poem is also chic." ”

"Awards, awards." Jia Wei interrupted his "thinking" and arched his hand to Wei Ruolan.

It's just that in this way, he has a longer time to "think", and correspondingly, the pause time is also extended.

Just as the students felt impatient again, Jia Wei slowly chanted the second sentence in his mouth.

"Five, six, seven, eight, ninety lines."

When the students heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other, what kind of poem is this?

Even if it's a schoolchild-level poem, it's better than this mess of numbers, right?

"First-line, second-line, third-fourth-line, five-six-seven-eighty-ninety line."

Can this still be considered poetry?

A few students have already chanted these two sentences with a smile, thinking that it is really ridiculous.

Even Wei Ruolan was embarrassed to praise Jia Wei anymore, and regretted that she praised it too early just now.

Zhao Heng, as Jia Wei's husband, was so ashamed that he almost ran out of this pavilion.

If you say that Jia Wei's argument before, he was very bright, but now, Jia Wei's messy rain scene poem made his face dull.

"Hundreds of lines, thousands of lines."

In the various reactions of the students and Zhao Heng, Jia Wei slowly chanted the third sentence.

This time, everyone was powerless to complain, and it simply made this accumulation of numbers from small to large numb.

Except for a few students who were still laughing, the others didn't even have superfluous expressions, but these people were more serious, and out of cultivation, it was inconvenient to make fun of them, so I just hoped that Jia Wei would finish this "digital poem" soon.

They also have to stand still and wait patiently.

Wei Ruolan felt sorry for a while at the moment, thinking that she really shouldn't have invited Jia Wei to write poems, but she made her ugly.

I didn't expect Jia Wei's "poetic talent" to be so unbearable.

"Hundreds of lines, thousands of lines...... Fall into the river and see nothing. ”

This time, Jia Wei didn't let everyone wait too long, and the last sentence of the poem was quickly chanted.

Just once, everyone was a little dumbfounded, and this last sentence was like a stroke of genius, which completely made the first three sentences vivid.

First-line, second-line, third-line, fourth-line,

Five-six-seven-eight-ninety lines,

Hundreds of lines, thousands of lines,

Fall into the river and see nothing.

A few students who had been laughing just now couldn't help but turn red at this time, and they had the heart to come over to apologize to Jia Wei, but they couldn't pull their faces, so they had to bow their heads and hide to the side.

Of course, the other students were not only surprised, but also surprised.

This schoolboy is really unfathomable, his level of debate is extremely high, and his poetry talent is also extraordinary.

Even this kind of improvisational poetry is so ingeniously conceived.

On the side, Wei Ruolan breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly praised, "Brother Shen's high talent, he has played with us and the others, where did such wonderful ideas come from?" ”

Although this poem is vulgar, it is expensive and novel, which opened Wei Ruolan's eyes.

"It's just a fluke." Jia Wei said indifferently. Seeing that the rain had gradually stopped at this time, it was just a few drizzles, so he and Zhao Heng went out of the pavilion.

All the way out of the gate of Guozijian, Zhao Heng and several familiar disciples after a few words, then boarded the car with Jia Wei and returned back and forth.

PS: After I went to send the contract, I went to get a haircut, and I clicked on a mole, saying that it was a bad mole, and when I came back, everything went wrong, and the computer was broken again...... Hey, what's going on?

The next chapter is three chapters, and it will be made up one by one.

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