When I woke up in the morning, it was raining in the town.

The rain wasn't very heavy, but it looked like it was going to be long.

Wen Beizhuang and Bi Luohuang were also a little happy when they saw the rain after they got up.

The rain swept away the heat and made people feel comfortable all over.

After breakfast, Tang Mu said, "Two seniors, I'll find someone to drive you to the venue." ”

It's not far from here in the venue, so you can't get there, but it's raining, Tang Mu still has to think about it, but Wen Beizhuang and Bi Luohuang shook their heads.

"Today's town is like a dream of smoke and rain, it is so beautiful, if I can't feel it myself, this trip is useless, so I decided to walk."

After Wen Beizhuang finished speaking, Biluo Huang smiled: "Me too." ”

Tang Mu had no choice but to borrow a few oil-paper umbrellas from the boss, and then walked towards the venue together.

The oil-paper umbrella is the kind of oil-paper umbrella with very exquisite paintings, these paintings are painted by the boss himself, so the oil-paper umbrella is very beautiful, and the three of them walked like this, because Wen Beizhuang and Biluohuang were old, Tang Mu didn't dare to go too fast.

Even, in order to shorten the distance, he also specially found some small roads.

And last night when he was walking around the town, he found a small road, which was an alley, although the alley was a little longer, but after walking through it, he could go directly to the main street of the venue, and then walk a few steps.

The three of them walked into the alley with umbrellas, and when they walked like this, a woman came to them, and the woman was also holding an umbrella, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but in this rainy alley, the woman seemed to be integrated with everything around her, and the beauty was like a painting.

When the woman approached, the three of them couldn't help but look at the woman, of course, they didn't have any other evil thoughts, just pure appreciation.

Everyone has a love for beauty, girls are beautiful, that is also beauty, even if you can't have it, but you have the heart to appreciate it, right?

The girl passed by them, and there was no verbal communication, and the three of them did not pause, but continued to walk forward, this scene may only remain in their memory.

Maybe it will suddenly come to mind on that day.

After walking through the rain alley and onto the street, after walking a few more steps, they came to the venue.

It is said that it is a venue, but it is not very big, it is a large living room of more than 100 meters, and there is a circle of sofas around the living room, and there are some fruits and drinks next to the sofa.

Tang Mu and Wen Beizhuang found a place to sit down, in fact, it can be said that the seat prepared for them by the person in charge of the tea party a long time ago.

Not long after they sat down like this, other invited scholars and literati also came one after another, and by about nine o'clock, the people who had come were almost all together.

Tang Mu roughly counted, there are almost forty or fifty people who came today, there are a little more Chinese scholars, there are more than a dozen, and the others are such as some Japanese people, Koreans, Singapore, and so on.

After arriving like this, everyone chatted, talking about a lot of topics, including literary works, customs and habits in some places, and occasionally there would be a fierce debate over an issue, Tang Mu sat next to him but didn't say a word, just listened.

After chatting like this for a while, someone suggested playing a little game to relax.

The person who made this proposal was a native of the Wa Kingdom, called Mao Shang Shuxia, and he was a master in the literary world of the Wa Kingdom.

"How about we write poetry? There used to be a game in Huaxia called Drumming and Passing Flowers, and we also played like this, how about it? ”

After saying this, a female scholar named Miyoko among the Wa people became a little excited, she is the most popular female poet in the Wa country today, and her poems are widely praised in the Wa country, and writing poetry is simply her strength.

And the reason why this game is set up under the thatched tree is actually out of this consideration.

Today's scholars are all literati and scholars from various Asian countries, and if the people of the Japanese Kingdom want to make others feel that their literature is superior, they must be biased towards them.

For this game, Huaxia's people naturally don't refuse, and everyone else doesn't refuse when they see Huaxia, so they have no choice but to respond.

No one refused, so he asked someone to find a drum under the thatched tree, and then asked someone to bring a big red flower, and after the two props were taken out, he stood in the middle and beat the drum with his face covered, and the big red flower was passed in the hands of those literati and scholars.

The drum stops, and whoever has the big red flower in his hand will compose a poem.

The first time, the big red flower fell into the hands of a Chinese literati, he wrote a poem on the spot, his poem is not bad, but it is not good, it can only be said to be decent, after listening to it, it is difficult to leave a deep impression.

After the poem ended, the game continued again, this time, I don't know if there is experience under the thatched tree, or if there is another way, when the big red flower reaches Miyoko's hands, the drum beat suddenly stops.

The big red flower is in the hands of Miyoko, and Miyoko is regarded as a poem.

Her poems are definitely modern poems, but even though they are modern poems, her poems are also very beautiful, and people praise them after listening to them.

Wen Bessho is the one who knows modern poetry best, and after listening to Miyoko's poems, he also praised them again and again.

"This poetess is amazing, I'm afraid she will lead an era."

This was a bit big, and even Bi Luohuang was shocked when he heard it.

"Elder Wen isn't so exaggerated, is he?"

Wen Beizhuang smiled bitterly: "I don't want to admit it, but if you look at her poems, it's good, unless someone can write better than her, I will take back what I just said." ”

Bi Luohuang was a little speechless, because he didn't know if anyone could write better than Mei Yoko, at least as far as he knew, in today's China, modern poetry can write so well, I'm afraid not.

The Japanese people looked at the surprise and shock of others, and they were a little proud in their hearts, and Miyoko raised her head high, this is the consistent situation of their Japanese people, when others are not as good as them, they will not put anyone in their eyes, and once others are stronger than them, they will kneel and lick like dogs.

The game continued, this time, after the big red flower passed a few times, it fell into Tang Mu's hands, and everyone immediately turned their attention to Tang Mu.

Tang Mu was looked at like this, but smiled calmly: Then I will write a poem, called "Rain Alley"

After speaking, Tang Mu immediately groaned:

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in a long, long

Lonely rain alley,

I hope it will be

A clove-like

A girl with a grudge.

She is

The color of lilacs,

The fragrance of cloves,

Lilac-like sorrow,

Wailing in the rain,

grief and hesitation;

…………

Tang Mu groaned like this, and when Tang Mu spoke, the whole scene suddenly quieted down, but Wen Beizhuang suddenly widened his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and couldn't help but stand up from the chair.

"I take back what I just said."

(End of chapter)