You have only been able to read and write for eight months, how can you make such poems? ”

  Liu Zhenyu said loudly: "Everyone, do you say it? ”

  Everyone nodded, it was indeed incredible that they could recite poetry in eight months.

  "Miss Lin, do you have anything you need to explain?" Gu Hongye asked.

  "Explain?" Lin Xianyu looked at Liu Zhenyu coldly.

  "If you can't do it yourself, do you feel that others can't do it either? Liu Gongzi is twice as old as me, don't you understand this truth? ”

  "Liu Gongzi, the same is a hard study, some people have repeatedly failed the list, the white head is still just a child, and some people are even in the middle of the three yuan, young and high-spirited, and they live with themselves, but I'm afraid it's not good."

  Lin Xianyu said unhurriedly: "As far as I know, when my brother was just enlightened, you were a showman, and when my brother was a showman, you were still a showman, and my brother was a talent, and you were just barely a lifter." ”

  Liu Zhenyu's face became very ugly when Lin Xianyu said it, especially since he was in his early thirties, and he seemed even more out of place among this group of talented people in their teens and twenties.

  And seeing everyone looking at him with strange eyes, he felt very embarrassed.

  "What a sharp-toothed Miss Lin, I am naturally not as good as your brother in reading, but you still have no way to explain that you can make such good poems after only eight months of study, right?"

  Liu Zhenyu hurriedly opened his mouth and brought the focus back to Lin Xianyu.

  "That's right, Miss Lin, even if it's a genius, it's hard to reach your level in eight months, right?"

  Everyone is talking about it, although Liu Zhenyu has lived to be a dog at a young age, it is too surprising to reach this level in eight months.

  "Red leaf girl, you saw me write with your own eyes on the song "Early Plum" just now, right?"

  Lin Xianyu looked at the ancient red leaves.

  "Yes, the song "Early Plum" was indeed written by Miss Lin with my own eyes." Gu Hongye nodded.

  "Then show me that poem, do you think this can be written by someone who has been learning to write for a long time?"

  When Lin Xianyu first learned to write, it was really miserable, after all, he didn't use a brush to write.

  But later, after practicing a lot and having internal strength, he quickly mastered the trick, although it was not as good as Lin Yunfeng's Dongfang Bai's words, but it was enough to see people.

  This word, the color pen is fragrant, and the ink is fragrant. If it is written by a man, it is not atmospheric enough, but if it is written by a woman, I am afraid that it will not be able to write to this extent without ten or eight years. ”

  Everyone has carefully read the "Early Plum" and unanimously believes that this word, without ten or eight years, ordinary people can't write it.

  "You may be surprised, but I can still explain a little, I have been sick in bed for many years, and my maid will read to me every day, and I have read a lot of famous calligraphy."

  "When I was sick in bed, I couldn't do anything, only everyone's calligraphy, paintings and ancient poems could relieve a little boredom, and when I got better, I didn't know that God had mercy on me for a long time in bed, so my memory was extraordinary, and I could barely say that I could never forget."

  Lin Xianyu had a cute face, but he was forced to talk about such a pitiful past, and suddenly everyone stood on the same side as Lin Xianyu without hesitation, glaring at Liu Zhenyu!