"Did you copy it?" Very expectant tone.

"I copied a tune. What about you? "It's calm, by the way. Shaking his head and sighing, he made a regretful gesture: "I was already ready to go to Liangshan to be the one hundred and ninth hero, but I still can't do it, our eight generations of poor peasants can't leave the organization." ”

The beauty listened and gave out a pair of white eyes. Wei Yan smiled and said seriously: "It's not anymore, I just don't like it." Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Li Shangyin, these brilliant names, we, the descendants, know them, starting from their poems, and always feel that only they themselves can be worthy of those poems, we are not that person, so we don't pretend to be like that. ”

This is indeed the voice of Wei Yan. The elegant and romantic poet fairy, if there are no poems, is the poet still the romantic and charming poet fairy? In other words, without the personality charm of the poet Immortal Taibai, those poems, Wei Yan felt, seemed to have lost a piece of brilliance.

"Is it Taibai who fulfilled his poems, or those poems that fulfilled Taibai's thousand-year-old reputation? I think it should complement each other, this wonderful thing, it's not ours, and we can't pretend to be it. Besides, each has its own strengths, I can't write poetry, but I can do something else, confident, self-aware, it seems...... We're not worse than others, are we? Beauty. ”

was still very serious, but in the last sentence, he was a little ruffian and laughed badly. Xie Jiu looked at him silently for a long time, and saw that Wei Yan was a little uncomfortable, and quickly explained: "What, this is my personal idea, don't have to be the same as me, I'm thick-skinned, I'm not afraid of other people's jokes and lack of knowledge, what's it, it's just a tune, it's okay." ”

Xie Jiu's stiff face suddenly spread, touched Wei Yan's face, and said, "I didn't notice that you still have a bit of a scholarly pedantry." ”

Wei Yan almost couldn't get up in one breath: "This ...... Is this pedantic? It's respect! Principle! Firmness! How can it be said to be pedantic? Are you criticizing or praising you? ”

Xie Jiu smiled: "Of course it's praise!" ”

Wei Yan is speechless, who has ever heard that pedantic is a compliment? Swallowing the blood donation that was about to squirt, he quickly changed the subject: "What tune did you copy?" You can't do waltzes or symphonies, right? ”

"Do you know that?"

"I'm not a professional, so I don't really know much."

"Colorful clouds chasing the moon."

The beautiful sister announced the answer calmly. Wei Yan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it was still a Chinese tune, and he didn't make Western classical music, and he was worried that his sister had practiced too much piano and violin, and only knew classical music.

"You played?"

The beautiful sister glanced at the guy and said, "I don't know the guqin, I don't know the zheng, and I can't understand the Jiaozheng Gong Shang, I just hum the score, which is played by the musicians in the palace." ”

The two of them were talking and talking, and they were both a little funny when they talked about the scene at that time. The two of them can't compose poems, but they can't compose poems and lyrics, which is the general environment of this era. At this point, Wei Yan understands the traversal people very well, there is no way, the ancients are like this, it's not that they want to be thieves in the literary world, sometimes they are really forced to go to Liangshan.

Xie Jiu was forced to steal a song "Caiyun Chasing the Moon", Wei Yan was cheeky, "Bang Bang" without saying a word, picked up the wine glass, and consciously punished himself for three glasses, under the gaze of a cadre or expectation, or playful eyes, he was very straightforward and said very simply: "Back to Your Majesty, the minister really can't compose poetry, if you want to listen to limerick poetry, then the minister is fine, anyway, the minister is not educated, almost the people of the whole country are about to know." This is a poem, a clever hand, at this time, the minister can't make a word, and the minister will punish himself with three cups. ”

After that, he picked up his wine glass and drank three more glasses. These words, in the middle of the scene, let out a burst of laughter, high or low, His Majesty Li Er shook his head, sparing Wei Yan.

In addition to this episode of poetry, the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner is still very pleasant, this guy took out the posture of fighting wine with the leaders of later generations, tea in the left hand, wine in the right hand, and took out all the common tricks on the wine table in later generations to mix, and finally kept sober.

Back at home, they took a bath, changed back into home clothes, and the next person set up a dining table in the yard early, all kinds of fruits, all kinds of snacks, and moon cakes made according to Wei Yan's proposal. Ham filling, this is prepared by Wei Yan for himself, Xie Jiu likes fruit filling, and has made some. It was done yesterday, and the Tang Locust Army Mansion has sent people to send it.

Instructed his subordinates not to disturb him, Wei Yan put his arm around Xie Jiu, moved the soft chair to the courtyard, and the two leaned on each other to admire the moon.

Wei Yan sighed a little, looked up at the bright moon, and said: "At this time last year, I was on duty, I didn't feel anything, the festival was over, and I didn't feel anything, this year is dedicated to the holiday, why do I feel a little sad?" It's a normal day! ”

Talking and talking, I was a little sad. Xie Jiu turned his head and kissed him. This is the first familiar festival after the two came to ancient times, the Mid-Autumn Festival, it should be a member of the group, but now, only the two of them.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will not rest, but I say that the weather is cool and autumn.