Yue Fei used a lot of strength, almost lifting Su Lin from the steps to the floor, and suddenly felt that Su Lin, who was full of meat and vegetables, waved his hand: "Pengju, is this for Su Lin's life!" ”

Feeling that something was wrong, Yue Fei also smiled embarrassedly, and led Su Lin all the way to an accord, only to see two scholars sitting inside, both of whom were dressed in white, like a jade boy.

When one person saw Su Lin and the others coming in, he hurriedly greeted him: "Brother Wen Bang, it's better to be famous than to meet, and it's really a talent!" ”

This person is wearing a white Confucian hat, and he looks familiar, it is Tang Yin and Tang Bohu.

It is said that this Tang Bohu was a person two or three hundred years after the Great Song Dynasty in the history of Su Lin, but he didn't expect to become one of the four great talents in Yangzhou.

Su Lin returned the salute: "This must be..."

"These false courtesies will be waived, just call me Bohu." Tang Yin hurriedly stopped Su Lin's next words, he hated the cumbersome etiquette the most in his life, but he liked to deal with a bold person like Yue Fei.

One of the four talented people in Yangzhou is an official outside, so if you want to leave this person with a black ribbon on his head and a kind face, he is Qin Hui.

Qin Hui seems to be an honest man, but he is really not as treacherous as Su Lin's history says, time is really a knife that can change many people.

However, now they are still classmates and teenagers, and their thoughts are far less old-fashioned, but they are all enthusiastic young people who are eager to serve the country.

Just like the period of resistance against Japan, the countless students of the "May Fourth" who braved power and death and brazenly took to the streets, after middle age, how many people are left who have not compromised?

Qin Hui, maybe that's the kind of person...

Seeing Qin Hui arching his hand towards him, Su Lin also returned the salute, but he was thinking about how to change Qin Hui's mind at the moment.

However, it is too difficult to change a person's mind, especially like Qin Hui, whose emotions of harmony and war weariness have long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

It is an eternal truth that the prosperity of the world is for the dawn of peace, and the troubled times are for the sake of the foreign masters, and they can only be infamy, which is an eternal truth.

The four of them exchanged pleasantries for a while, Su Lin and the two gradually got acquainted, Tang Yin also looked down on Su Lin in his heart, and the two drank several glasses of wine in a row.

can make Tang Yin as a friend, Su Lin has a sense of accomplishment in his heart, although Tang Bohu is chic and uninhibited, but he is actually a high-minded and arrogant person, and ordinary people are absolutely difficult to get into his eyes.

The second floor is full of talented people and talented women who participated in the poetry meeting, and the third floor is Liu Yan's famous place to preside over the poetry meeting, like other scholars, when he first arrived, Su Lin went upstairs and asked these people to say goodbye, and then returned to the second floor.

At this time, the sound of the bell ringing came from the city, and the time had come, and everyone quieted down, and the poetry meeting officially began.

After it was completely quiet, Liu Yan's voice came upstairs: "The Qixi Poetry Meeting has officially begun, you students can think about it carefully, this year's leader, you can get a pair of inscriptions from Yang Lao." ”

When everyone heard this, they all began to whisper, Su Lin didn't know why, only listened to Qin Hui's eyes show fanaticism, and explained: "Yang Lao's words are the closest to Wang Xi's authentic handwriting in hundreds of years, if you can get Yang Lao's inscription, it will be like Wang Xi's authentic handwriting." ”

Su Lin nodded slowly, I see, Qin Hui has studied calligraphy for many years, and he has become famous because of this, and he has an inexplicable fanaticism for calligraphy.

It seems that the world has indeed reached a breathtaking point in terms of literary attainments.

Before the words fell, I heard a sudden exclamation from there, it turned out that the first poem came out.

I saw a young scholar put down the pen in his hand, his eyes were proud, and several women surrounded him, obviously a good achievement.

The rice paper was presented to the third floor, only to hear a few praises from above, followed by the voice of reading: "Yulu Jinfeng reports Suqiu, and the needle is alone upstairs." What is the matter with the twin stars tonight, I will be hooked in the first month of the court. （1）。 ”

It is a poem, a good word in the Great Song Dynasty, but it can't be said that the Great Song Dynasty is not a good poem, Su Lin knows that once this poem comes out, I am afraid that it will directly make countless talents give up the competition!

"Excellent!" A voice came from the third floor again, but it was not from Liu Yan, Su Lin was shocked, the owner of this voice was the old man in Liu Yan's mansion that day?

The talents on the second floor were in an uproar, but this poem is a masterpiece that is difficult to produce in ten years, and it is placed in the entire Jiangnan, and it is difficult to find a few poems to compare with it.

"Yuan Jin, compared to the last Dragon Boat Festival poetry meeting, I didn't expect your skills to improve so quickly." Liu Yan's voice sounded, "I hope again." ”

The person known as Yuan Jin smiled proudly and arched his hand upstairs: "Thank you Zhizhou." ”

After that, he turned around and greeted a few friends, and the voices of joy continued, which is really the possibility of this poem becoming the leader of the poetry club.

"Who is this Brother Yuan Jin?" Su Lin is a little curious, a talented man who can write excellent works, must also have a bit of a reputation in Yangzhou.

"Taishi Cai's nephew." But it was Yue Fei who glanced at Yuan Jin with disdain, "This person's name is Cai An, he is one of Cai Jing's younger brothers, and he is also the youngest cousin of Cai You's generation, and he is favored by the Cai family... However, this person is narrow-minded and inconsistent, so Wenbang still doesn't want to intersect with him. ”

nodded, this kind of identity, where can he afford to provoke now.

Cai Jing's father and son covered the sky in Tokyo with one hand, that is, Gao Yu and others have been suppressed for many years, if they accidentally touch this Cai An's moldy head one day, I am afraid that their net worth will be difficult to protect, and when they see this person in the future, they still have to walk around.

Su Lin touched his nose, then stopped mentioning this topic, and looked away from Cai An: "Three, why don't you write poetry?" ”

"This kind of children's poetry, Pengju can't do it." Yue Fei shook his head, he actually opened a few steps away from the table, and it was as difficult as not letting him join the army if he wanted him to be a poem for his children's love.

Smiling, Su Lin turned his gaze to Qin Hui again, only to see that the latter also waved his hand: "Wen Bang Mo wants to ask me, Hui is not very proficient in the way of poetry." ”

His name comes from calligraphy.

"Uh..."Su Lin is helpless, two of the four talents don't write poems, can't this Cai An really get the leader?

Thinking of this, if this person really won the crown, he felt a little uncomfortable.

So, Su Lin's gaze swept over Tang Yin: "Ahem, Brother Bohu? ”

"Eh..."Tang Yin was helpless, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, "Then let's make a song!" ”

Yue Fei and Qin Hui were overjoyed when they heard this, and the two hurriedly studied the ink and placed the paper, and Su Lin handed the brush to Tang Yin.

As soon as I took the pen, there were people around me, and the four talented people made a move, which must be a masterpiece, how could they not care?

Taking a deep breath, Tang Yin dipped in ink, and a line of words quickly emerged.

The oblique hair Jiao'e lies late at night, and the pear blossom wind is still and the birds perch on the branches.

"It's poetry." Someone held his breath and kept his eyes on the rice paper for a moment.

(1) Excerpt from De Jong's "Tanabata Two Songs ● One of Them"