Yang Fan retreated, shook his head, and said, "It's nothing." "Anyway, this fat man can't run away, so it's okay to wait and look for him again. As soon as the sound of the pipa and the erhu and the long flute came out, it immediately attracted everyone's attention to the woman behind the curtain in the middle, holding the pipa and half-covering her face. Those who still had to clean up the dead fat man also suppressed the anger in their hearts, looking at the graceful figure, hazy behind the curtain, listening to it as if they were fascinated.

At the end of the song, people wake up.

Behind the curtain came the whisper of a light warbler. "Little girl Qianqian, today, all of you are here to meet friends with poems, and the little woman also likes to chant poetry, if there is a son to make good poems, the little girl will sing and dance three songs for it alone, in order to express her admiration."

"Haha. In Liu Changping, I saw Miss Qianqian. Near the attic, a man in Tsing Yi stood up, closed the paper fan in his hand, and smiled.

After the curtain, the woman bowed and said, "Liu Gongzi is polite." Then he handed the pipa to the maid on the side, and sat behind a small coffee table on the stage.

"The girl's name has been heard of a long time ago. Although I met today, I already felt the talent of the girl, and if I could see it, it would be a blessing for someone Liu. He turned the paper fan in his hand and complimented.

"The stinky toad also wants to eat swan meat, and it doesn't weigh its own weight! Boom. ”

Flutter.

Ha ha.

"Who? The one who spoke badly behind Liu's back hurt people! Liu Changping was so angry that his face was flushed, his fingers pressed on the paper fan, and the bruises on his neck flared up. However, it was not found out who said it. Some people around him will not be boring enough to help Liu Changping identify that this kind of thankless work can only be done by fools.

"Liu Gongzi is a little restless. Sit down with a cup of tea to cool off. In this poem, the state of mind is also very important. If you are angry about a trivial matter, it will not be good if you are not poetic. From within the curtain came a woman's calm reassurance. Liu Changping bowed and said, "What the girl said is true." Just now, it was the buzzing of stinky flies in the pit, and I didn't care about it. ”

The woman tilted her head and nodded to the side. The maid stepped forward and said, "Today's first question." Couplet. ”

The maid waved her hand to the side. The servant covered a screen in front of the curtain.

The people in the audience were a little discussed, "Didn't you say that it was a poetry conference?" How can there be a couplet. On the other side, someone instigated: "Couplet, isn't that what Brother Wenbo is best at." The man pushed his friend on the side with his elbow and said, "Brother Wenbo is going to show off his skills later." ”

A woman's voice came from behind the screen. "Today is a poetry competition, but poetry is not something that everyone can export and come to easily. This couplet is also interesting, and the little woman presents it today, hoping to find someone who will make the next couplet. It's a matter of heart. ”

"Miss Qianqian, let's get out of the link. It's hard to fall on this couplet. If the right one comes up, what will be the reward? ”

Behind the curtain came a woman's chuckle, and said, "If the son is right, the little woman will also sing and dance three songs to make the son laugh." The maid walked over and opened the four scrolls on the screen. The scroll brush slips off. Two volumes have words, two volumes are blank, and it seems that the following links are missing.

Everyone focused on the couplet and read it out in a low voice: "A lonely boat, sitting on two or three rioters." Enabling four pulps and five sails, passing through six beaches and seven bays, after eight bumps and nine dusts, it is a pity that it is very late. ”

An upper couplet, a small fist-sized character, is written in two columns, which can be seen to be a long couplet. At first glance, the number of words one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, **ten, are all together, and the meaning is coherent. It's just that the road to the exam is difficult. If this is to the next link, it is indeed a bit difficult. From time to time, the talented people in the hall hissed and gasped. This couplet is indeed not simple. The couplets should be neat, the number should be the number of words, and the adjectives should be the adjective. The noun should be to the noun, and the verb should be to the verb. And there is also a level of exquisiteness, the longer the upper link, the more difficult the lower the link, it is indeed a more difficult couplet.

The woman behind the screen said, "If you can come up right, you think it's neat." Then you can come forward with a pen. The title of this poem, the little woman also said it first, farewell to the topic. ”

"Farewell?"

"Farewell poems?" A man with a somewhat rickety figure, presumably because he was too close to him when he was reading, and he wanted to eat all the books, and he fell into a hunchback.

"Hey, Qian Wangba, you haven't gone out of the gate in your life, and you haven't even gone out of Yangzhou City, who are you going to say goodbye to. Don't think about it, when the time comes, the nonsense poems will make people think of them as jokes. The man on one side quipped.

"Go away, don't disturb my interest." The hunchback, who was called Qian Wangba, patted the hand on his shoulder, and said: "A gentleman should stand like a pine, how can he hook his shoulders and put his back on his back, what kind of body will he become!" He looked righteous and awe-inspiring, and he was loud.

The man sneered, kicked his nose in the face, and continued to mock: "Standing like a pine, which pine are you?" You stand this way, like a loose tree that has been broken. ”

"You! Hum. Qian hunched his back and said, "Let's see who is the poet!" ”

"Pen and ink waiting!"

One of the people behind snorted, and shook the paper fan a little proudly.

Suddenly, there were some arrogant people who felt a little unhappy, and said: "Cut, it's not to grab things, what's the use of hurrying, the things that are written upside down are rotten to death, so I laugh and be generous." ”

"Pen and ink!"

It's not that some people who have been brewing for a long time have started to write poetry. Yang Fan was not in a hurry to write poems, but looked at the couplet on the stage, touched his chin, and shook his head.

The subordinate who followed Yang Fan into the room glanced at Yang Fan, and said with a secret smile in his heart, it is another embroidered pillow rotten straw bag, and the poem will not be, and the couplet will not be right, so he will come to the poetry meeting, isn't this coming to give silver in vain. He didn't know what Yang Fan was thinking. Yang Fan was wondering if it was good to pretend to be thirteen like this. He's seen this couplet, and he knows what the next couplet is. Although it is a little less neat, but overall, it can still be right. If you go up now and just write it down like this, it will inevitably be a little too showy.

Let's wait.

He shook his head, sat down in his seat again, and watched as some verses were written around him.

"Haha, Qian Wangba, sure enough, at your level, you still write poems. Come on, come on, I'll read it to everyone. ”

"What are you doing, give me back! Give me back! There are a few words that need to be changed. Qian hunched his back and grabbed the man next to him, wanting to get his poem back. But when he was stopped by another person, he jumped to his feet in a hurry and shouted, "You madman, you have to tear my face apart." He suddenly saw the dead fish eye that had run a little far, and two lines of poetry had been written on the proclamation on the table, so he quickly snatched it. (To be continued.) )