"Brother Tai, when will this fighting poem start?" Han Xiao asked.

"It's coming, it's coming. See that incense over there? And when the pillar of incense had burned to the end, he would come out. ”

"That one? Compere? ”

'Thief eyebrows and rat eyes' were stunned, this brother who had just met would pop up two new words from time to time, and his accent was strange, and 'host' was probably the unique name of his hometown.

However, the word 'host' is quite appropriate, and Yilinju is the 'host' of the conference, isn't she her.

The more I thought about it, the more appropriate it became, and when I looked at Han Xiao again, I felt that this brother was a wonderful person, and it was obviously not a word for outsiders, but it seemed much more serious in his mouth, "Yes, host, it's the host." ”

Han Xiao looked at the 'thief's eyebrows and rat eyes' and smiled cheaply, and always felt that this newly met friend had two big words engraved on his left and right faces: obscene.

A stick of incense quickly burned to the end.

The red cloth on the stage was slowly pulled away, and a beautiful woman with half of her face covered walked out, with a graceful posture, and a pair of eyes that were exposed seemed to be holding water, looking down, no matter who felt that she was flattering herself.

"Yilinju will hold a poetry meeting every festival, this scientific expedition, all the talents gathered in Yancheng is also a grand happy event, so Yilinju specially held a poetry meeting." The woman spoke with a soft whisper, but it was as crisp as a yellow warbler out of the valley, and it reached the ears of everyone in the hall.

Han Xiao thinks it's nothing, although this woman has a good figure and a pair of eyes that are also very bright, but she has seen all kinds of female stars in the era of the information explosion in her previous life, and this woman is quite special in temperament, and she has a classical elegance that later generations do not have.

'Thief's eyebrows and rat eyes' looked excited, "It's actually Wan'er, I didn't expect it to be Wan'er." ”

The 'thief's eyebrows and rat eyes' said to Han Xiao: "Yilinju is the three major ······ Of the three major hosts, Wan'er appeared for the first time at the poetry meeting. ”

Han Xiao couldn't understand the excitement of the 'thief's eyebrows and rat eyes', looking at this posture, it was a bit of a star-chasing attitude, this Wan'er seemed to be very famous.

Wan'er continued her 'Yellow Oriole Out of the Valley' on the stage, "This poetry fighting meeting is different from the rules of the previous poetry fighting meetings, just because it coincides with the gathering of talents to catch the exam, all the young talents who come are young talents, and there are many people. ”

Everyone in the audience was gearing up, all of them were enthusiastic, Han Xiao could understand the mood of these people, according to the 'thief's eyebrows and rat's eyes', Yilinju is even the most high-end and most patterned place in Yancheng, the first few times the poetry will come down to bring out a talented man Fang Han who everyone knows, and now there are hundreds of people in the hall, if the number of poems and music is four analogies, if you come out on top, not to mention that you can make some fame in the huge Yancheng.

One of the more important reasons that Han Xiao didn't know was that the hotel in Yilinju was a little different from the one he wanted, and once he won the first place, this beauty on the stage would be in the bag······

At this time, a small servant handed rice paper to the table one by one, and Wan'er explained on the stage, "This time the poem is based on the theme of 'moon', and one stick of incense is limited, and you can put it on the table after you write it." As soon as the three sticks of incense arrive, someone will collect them, and the little woman will select the best works. ”

Han Xiao quietly asked, "This Wan'er said that she would choose the best works, will there be any good works among them?" ”

"Brother Tai, you are too worried, Wan'er's talent is famous in Yancheng, in my opinion, even if it is that Fang Han, poetry may not be as good as Wan'er, so no one will question Wan'er. As for what you said, it is even more impossible, Yilinju will read the selected masterpieces aloud every time, for fear that some people will not be convinced. ”

The little guy walked here at this time, and gave Han Xiao and the 'thief eyebrows and mouse eyes' a piece of rice paper and charcoal each, Han Xiao saw that his rice paper was written on the 33rd, and when he looked at it, the 'thief eyebrows and rat eyes' were 34.

Zheng~! As soon as the piano was plucked, "You sons can start composing poems." ”

Han Xiao has already thought about the poems about the moon, although there are countless poems about the moon throughout the ages, but Han Xiao's favorite is still that one.

Han Xiao picked up the pen and wanted to write, but suddenly felt that it would be useless to bring out that poem.

Seeing that Han Xiao had not moved for a long time, he said with a smile: "Brother Tai, don't force it if you can't write it, in fact, I'm just here to join in the fun, just feel happy to play." ”

Han Xiao saw his eyebrows fluttering, and suddenly thought in his heart, which of those popular poems in his previous life was not a work of hand-me-down, if he didn't take it out at this time, when would he use it, didn't the authors of these poems in his previous life write them when he was drunk, thinking about it, it wouldn't hurt to do it himself.

So he lifted the pen and moved, his subordinates did not stop, and a whole poem was written down coherently.

'Thief eyebrows and rat eyes' thought that Han Xiao was provoked by his own words, so he filled in a random poem to indicate that he could write poems, and shook his head at Han Xiao's appearance.

The time for a stick of incense soon came, and another piano sounded, and the little maid began to collect the pen and paper.

Han Xiao had already stopped writing, just waiting for the little guy to come and collect it.

Xiao Wu picked up Han Xiao's poem, frowned, and glanced up at Han Xiao, not that he thought that the poems written by Han Xiao were good, he didn't know the quality of poems very well, he purely felt that the words on this piece of paper were ······ It's ugly.

The little guy took Han Xiao's rice paper, and then picked up the rice paper of 'thief's eyebrows and rat eyes', which was blank; shook his head, people were divided into groups, these two people looked well-dressed, and it turned out that there was not much ink in their stomachs.

A pile of rice paper was put away, and the woman who called Wan'er read it one by one, the expression on her face was sometimes happy, and sometimes her eyebrows were slightly frowned.

Everyone in the hall waited for the results.

Wan'er had read nearly half of the rice paper, and when she read one of them, she looked up and down several times, and finally looked up and frowned at Han Xiao's side.

For a while, many people here straightened up and put on expressions that they thought were the most suave.

Wan'er glanced at it a few times and continued to look down at the poem.

Time passed quickly, and no one felt impatient, except for Han Xiao.

Han Xiao now feels that the gains outweigh the losses, he has been drowsy for waiting for so long to rub his back, but he is a little unwilling to leave now, after all, after waiting for so long, he can enjoy a series of free pedicure back rubbing services.

The guy next to him couldn't help but smile when he looked at Han Xiao's appearance, he glanced at Han Xiao's poem just now, the verses didn't have time to see clearly, but the words were looking, and they looked ugly like a seven-year-old child's graffiti.

After about half an hour, Wan'er finally finished reading all the poems in her hand, and the little girl took all the poems in her hand and read them out loud.

"Number 99. Outside the curtain, the cold moon hangs, swinging towards the sun. The nostalgia for spring continues, and it is still lovesick for the old son. ”

"No. 61, a warbler at the bottom of the flower, and a half-hook oblique moon on the flower. Where the moon sets, the point flies like snow. ”

"On the 52nd, the strong meal day is too thin, and the narrow clothes are cold in autumn. Children reminisce about each other, and it is difficult to walk. The dew enters the hut, and the stream is noisy on the rocky beach. The moon comes at night in the mountains, and I haven't seen it until dawn. ”

"No. 33, a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess. When they wake up, they mingle with each other, and when they get drunk, they disperse. Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan. ”