An hour later, the two pieces of rice paper that Wang Bin and Liu Gong wrote poems had been resting on the bookcase in Liu Yuer's boudoir, which made her look at the rice paper in her hand with affection, and she took the trouble to read it three or five times without any intention of putting it down. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For his second brother Liu Gong, Liu Yuer naturally knows a lot better, since he was five years old, he hired a teacher for him, taught him to read and write, and has been fourteen or fifteen years so far, in addition to being able to recognize basic words, the writing of brush words is also crooked, not to mention being able to write insightful articles alone.

Now, when Liu Yuer looked at which poem Liu Gong wrote by Mr. Teach, she read it in one breath, "Life is a masterpiece, death is also a ghost." So far, thinking of Xiang Yu and refusing to cross Jiangdong", first surprised her, and then made her secretly suspicious.

Because in Liu Yuer's opinion, her second brother Liu Gong, who has not made much progress in reading, will definitely not improve her literary literacy so quickly in this day's work, and it will take a lot of effort to even write an article, let alone be able to write this poem within an hour, which is comparable to the famous writers of the current world.

After Liu Yuer thought about it for a while, she suddenly understood that the poems written by her second brother were written by Wang Bin, who accompanied her to read. Under the circumstances at that time, there were only two people in the study, Wang Bin and her second brother Liu Gong, and Mr. Teaching was not present at all, and her second brother Liu Gong could not write such exquisite poems at all.

After thinking about this, Liu Yuer shook her head with a little crying and laughing, feeling that her second brother Liu Gong had not made much progress in reading, and he had indeed grown a lot in attracting people, and even Wang Bin, who was specially used to supervise, had been bribed, and in the future, I am afraid I don't know what kind of tricks to make.

However, Liu Yuer couldn't help but impress her a little bit that Wang Bin was able to write such a concise, clear and thoughtful poem instead of her second brother Liu Gong. Originally, she thought that Wang Bin's memory was super good and that she could recite the entire content of the Analects word for word, but now it seems that the poems and songs are not a problem.

Just now, Liu Yu'er showed bitterness when she thought of her second brother Liu Gong, who did not seek progress, and at this time, after thinking of Wang Bin, she couldn't help but pile up a little girl's unique smile on her cheeks.

After putting the rice paper of the poem that her second brother Liu Gong asked Wang Bin to write on the bookcase, Liu Yuer looked at the poem written by Wang Bin with great interest.

After reading it three or four times in a row, Liu Yuer felt that although the things written in these vernacular words on weekdays seemed to have a certain depth of thought, in her mind, she felt that this could not be called poetry at all.

What made Liu Yuer even more curious was that Mr. Teaching said that Wang Bin insisted that this was what he thought was poetry, and for a while, Mr. Teaching had a headache and didn't know how to judge, so he took the two pieces of rice paper written by Wang Bin and Liu Gong and asked Miss Yuer to judge it.

At this time, it was almost noon, and Zhao Shuhai, a teacher who returned to the study from Liu Yuer's boudoir, saw that the second son of the Liu family suddenly showed such a high talent in writing poems, which made him feel very pleased as a teacher, and he was in a good mood, so he asked the two of them to finish the morning reading class half an hour earlier than usual, and continued to study in this study room in the afternoon.

After Zhao Shuhai finished the announcement, Liu Gong, who was amnesty, immediately stood up, pulled up Wang Bin, who was sitting next to him, and insisted on leaving him to eat at their house to express his gratitude to Wang Bin for writing poems for him.

Just a few steps out of the study, Wang Bin and Liu Gong, who were happily going, suddenly heard Liu Yuer's shout behind them: "Silly, don't be in a hurry to go, I'm looking for you to have something, come here, I have something to ask you." ”

Wang Bin and Liu Gong, who were talking and laughing and striding forward, heard Liu Yuer's shout not far behind, and the two of them stopped almost at the same time.

The only difference is that Wang Bin looked completely indifferent, just like a person who was fine, and turned around first. And Liu Gong, who was standing next to him, was a little weak-hearted, although he was Liu Yuer's brother, he was also a little afraid of his sister of the "housekeeper's mother".

When he heard Liu Yu'er say that he wanted to let Wang Bin next to him go over to ask, Liu Gong "chuckled" in his heart, hesitated for a moment, and then turned around after Wang Bin, and raised his eyes to Liu Yu'er, who was seven or eight steps away from the opposite side, with a heavy face, he secretly felt that something was wrong, and it was definitely not a good thing for his sister to ask Wang Bin about it.

Fortunately, what made Liu Gong feel fortunate was that his sister, who was usually very strict with his housekeeper, was not looking for him, but Wang Bin. After thinking of this, he hurriedly beckoned to Liu Yu'er on the opposite side, then turned around again, and escaped as if he was lucky.

Wang Bin, who was standing on the side, saw that there was still Liu Gong who was talking and laughing, and when he saw his sister Liu Yuer at this time, he avoided it like a mouse saw a cat, and after a moment of effort, he fled without a trace, which made Wang Bin feel a little funny, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

Following behind Liu Yuer, Wang Bin and Liu Yuer and the two of them entered the backyard of Liu's house one after another, and entered a moon gate on the left, which is a unique courtyard where Liu Yuer lives, and the small yard is planted with flowers and plants.

In the living room outside Liu Yuer's boudoir, Wang Bin sat on the seat hill of the lower head, and Liu Yuer, who had just sat on the top seat, suddenly remembered something, and quickly got up and walked to Wang Bin's side, took out the right cuff and folded it into a square shape like a handkerchief, mentioned Wang Bin's hand, puzzled and curiously asked: "Stupid, I don't understand, teach Mr. Zhao, let you and my second brother each write a poem, what you wrote on this rice paper, how do I look weird." , it turned out to be in the vernacular, can you explain to me, why do you write this? ”

Wang Bin, who was sitting on the first place, thought that Liu Yuer had asked him about spring planting and the like, so he took a piece of rice paper from her hand and opened it, and saw that it was a poem he wrote more than an hour ago, and when he heard Liu Yuer's question in a blink of an eye, he felt that there was nothing strange about it.

After Wang Bin thought for a while, he raised his head, looked at Liu Yu'er, who was standing in front of him like a curious baby, and replied in a surprising voice: "Miss Yu'er, I didn't use the form of ancient Chinese to write poetry, but wrote it in the form of vernacular, and before, Miss Yu'er, all you knew was poetry in ancient form, so you naturally felt that my poem written in vernacular was weird."

"What you saw before is called ancient style poetry, and this is a new form of poetry that I figured out when I was usually fine, let's call it modern poetry."