In the evening, Yi Cheng came home.

He put down his schoolbag, set Gong Sinan in place, and thought about today's events while cooking.

The thought of writing poems every day from now on gives me a headache.

After feeding the two women in the house, Yi Cheng returned to the room and turned on the lamp.

After the video with Ziqi, I couldn't sleep.

After thinking about it, he still jumped up from the bed and sent a message to Mo Xiaotian-

"What's the weather like today?"

"It's okay." Mo Xiaotian replied in seconds, "Didn't you see it, big brother, we are from one place." ”

"Oh."

Yi Cheng withdrew his phone and closed his eyes.

Five minutes later, there was a vibration on the phone.

Mo Xiaotian returned-

[There is no wind or rain or sunshine]

Ay.

Yi Cheng let out a sigh.

Originally, I wanted to say that if Mo Xiaotian didn't reply, there would be an excuse tomorrow.

He stiffened his head and racked his brains to send back an ancient piece of art-

【Homecoming:

Workers strike and ask for old things

Clear clothes and calm your mind

I don't feel like I'm looking west

A few smoke disappears, a few clouds are comfortable

Grass is new, oriole is old

Thin dust passers-by slanting sun

Three points are especially bright and three points are late

I don't feel the breeze

Cars and horses come and go

Thin Yang Dark West Window】

Well, good poetry, good poetry.

Yi Cheng nodded and fell asleep satisfied.

……

The next day, the two met on the rooftop of the school, and the goddess handed him a piece of stationery:

[The clouds are rising and the rain is new

Providence sleepless

Unintentionally raising eyebrows

Chitose leaves fall a thousand cups also

The yellow flower remnant dream is dawning

Flying flowers, songbirds, and springs

September is coming to an end, and September is cold

Feel the warmth of people

The candlelight is red and lingering

Ji Yue Zhao Dongluan】

Even with the addition of lv1's literary learning ability, Yi Cheng still didn't understand it too well.

So is this a thank you to me?

Yi Cheng looked sideways at the goddess.

"The one you wrote yesterday doesn't look like an existing word card, right?" The goddess said lightly.

"Huh?"

"If it's a long or short sentence, it's a bit like a word, but I didn't find a word card that fits." The goddess of literature explains, "Each word plate has its own fixed number of words, sentence patterns, and rhyme requirements. If you fill it out randomly, it's not the word card.

For example, the simplest sixteen-character order:

One of the poems written by Li Qingzhao -

[Birth, the fragrance of yellow books is accompanied by enlightenment. In front of him, the context is natural. 】

The wordboard requirements are: flat. It's a lot of peace. Peaceful, mediocre.

A total of four sentences, three flat rhymes.

None of them can be wrong. ”

The goddess of literature is worthy of being the goddess of literature, and when it comes to poetry, it is the first word.

"Uh...... In fact, it is a general ancient style written by myself. Yi Cheng scratched his head.

The goddess of literature gave him a blank look.

"Forget it, let's use it as a self-created word card."

The goddess of literature let out a sigh, "Some new word cards are newly created by lyricists, such as "Fixing the Storm", which was originally named after Ouyang Jiong's "Fixing the Storm, Warm Sun and Idle Window Reflecting the Blue Veil" as a whole.

[On a warm day, the window reflects the blue veil, and the small pond is soaked in spring and sunny. Counting the trees and begonias are red, fighting forbearance, and the jade boudoir is deep in the New Year.

The embroidery bed alone is messy, the intestines are broken, and the teardrops pierce the flowers on the side of the face. The neighbor girl borrowed and asked, and the message was heard, and the teacher did not return home. 】

The original text is written about the spring water of the small pond, and the turmoil is chaotic. ”

Mommy.

Yi Cheng blinked, not understanding a word.

The goddess of literature looks at her nose and nose and her heart, and resists the urge to scold.

"You'd better memorize all the ancient poems these days, because ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, Yi Cheng's phone rang.

"Wait a minute, I'll answer the phone."

Yi Cheng nodded at her and took out his phone.

The caller ID is an out-of-town number.

It's still starting with 010.

It picks up very nice standard Mandarin -

"Hey, hello, are you Yi Cheng from Mingfeng Middle School in Yunze City, Yunze Province?"

The young lady who spoke had a beautiful voice and was very polite.

"Yes, I am."

"Well, that's right, we are the column group of the "Chinese Poetry Conference" here, I see you are ......"

"What, haven't heard of it. I don't have any money. Yi Cheng was about to hang up.

Today's liars can really think of any trick.

"Uh-huh......" Yi Cheng let out a muffled snort.

The goddess of literature slapped him on the back.

Yi Cheng turned his head in pain and looked at her speechlessly.

This guy is the same type as Bai Jingxue, and he beats people in the waist at every turn.

"Give me my phone."

Yi Cheng silently handed her the phone.

"Well, yes, that's right." The goddess of literature replied.

She handed her phone back.

"You answer whatever others ask, you know?"

"If you tell me to answer, I'll answer? Don't I want to lose face? ”

Yi Cheng looked at her angrily.

"Hey, hello."

He took the phone.

"Well, let's get started now, shall we?"

"Huh?"

What kind of stupid thing is this brainless?

But—

Yi Cheng saw Mo Xiaotian's displeasure on his face, and nodded helplessly, "Okay." ”

"Say 3 sentences of poetry with the word dream in 10 minutes."

What the hell is this, as soon as I came up, I started asking this kind of thing without a head.

He looked at Mo Xiaotian with a hint of suspicion.

The goddess of literature is also watching him closely.

Is there a prize quiz?

What prize does this guy particularly want?

Yi Cheng came back to his senses and began to think about the topic he had just asked.

It's so hard, it's so hard.

For a literary scumbag like him, it's really a bit troublesome to suddenly think about so many sentences.

Fortunately, he memorized a lot after practicing the Nine Yin True Scripture.

"Well, I know how much flowers fall in my dreams. Ah. ”

The goddess of literature slapped him in the back.

"Laugh together in a dream, and feel half a moon." Yi Cheng continued to answer.

This time, the goddess of literature finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mengze swallows Chuda, and the mountains and seas of Fujian are thick."

"Well, it's good, Jia Island's "Send Zhu Xiqi" A nice female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"The love of the world is full of lovers, and only King Xiang remembers the dream."

"The pillow is silent, and the moon and the remnant dream come true."

"The widow complains about the long night, and the lonely guest dreams of returning home."

"The thunderstorm in Jiangcun is hairy, and the bamboo house is frightened."

"Hate goes with dreams, and spring comes from the clouds."

"Returning home at night, Xiaoxuan window,"

And then what?

The goddess of literature looked at him with complicated eyes.

Yi Cheng didn't make it up, which made the goddess of literature really uncomfortable.

"Lovesickness is like seeing each other, and lovesickness goes to the back frequency."

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring."

Ten sentences were answered, and it took 2 and a half minutes.

"Good. Thanks for your answer. Please leave a message and we will notify you of the test results by SMS. ”

The other party hung up the phone after speaking.

"So what the hell is this?" Yi Cheng looked back at the goddess of literature with some dissatisfaction.

"I'll sign you up." The goddess threw a dream fruit into her mouth without raising her head.

"Sign up? What's the name? Why didn't I know?! Yi Cheng was suddenly a little frightened.

"Chinese Poetry Conference." The goddess raised her eyes slightly, "The rules of this competition are different from before, you need a double combination, don't drag me back then." ”

"! What the heck? ”

Yi Cheng has never heard of it.

"You'll find out when you go back and watch the video."

The goddess sent him a link.

After only one glance, Yi Cheng's face was like ashes.

……