However, Liang Zhongxian didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

After obtaining Song Anrui's consent, he began to groan, as if he was thinking about how to compose poetry.

It looks quite compelling.

As if to tell the people present that I was ready to pretend.

And the people of the Poets Association all showed expectant expressions one by one.

The reporter even focused the lens on Liang Zhongxian.

Although Gu Bei felt that it was really inappropriate to suddenly stop and compose a poem on the way to condole, it was not easy to say anything.

I can only watch, waiting for Liang Zhongxian to finish the force.

"You don't seem to like this Liang Zhongxian very much?" While waiting, Shen Mingxue suddenly asked Gu Bei.

"It's not that I don't like it very much, it's that I don't like it." Gu Bei took out a cigarette and replied casually while lighting it.

"Why?"

"It's nothing, I just think he's too ugly."

“......”

"Don't you think?"

“......”

In the casual conversation between Gu Bei and Shen Mingxue, Liang Zhongxian seems to have written a poem.

I saw him walk in front of the reporter's camera, facing the golden wheat field in front of him, and proudly and wantonly lewd his poems......

"The wheat fields are golden,

The farmer does the work.

Autumn harvest,

The sun is shining. ”

When Liang Zhongxian finished reading, there was immediately a round of applause.

Those people from the Poets Association came forward one by one to praise Liang Zhongxian and congratulate Liang Zhongxian on winning his new work.

Some people even began to analyze the poem carefully.

Complimenting each other.

"Everyone's praise, this is just a simple five-word poem, and I feel it." And Liang Zhongxian himself responded very modestly.

From time to time, he also looked at the reporter's camera, as if hoping that the reporter could take this humble picture of him.

But at this time, Gu Bei was already laughing.

Can this be considered a poem?

Even if it's a poem, it's only a limerick poem at best, right?

As a member of the Poets' Association, it is still possible to become a member of the future vice president, but this is the only level.

It really doesn't fit that identity.

What's even more ridiculous is that there are still so many people who flatter.

I have to say that if people deceive themselves and others, it is really terrible.

In addition to Gu Bei, Song Anrui's face is also not very good-looking.

Because Liang Zhongxian's poem is really out of level.

What makes him even more annoyed is that even if he loses his level, he doesn't know it?

And to show off in front of journalists.

Isn't this a disgrace to the Poets' Association?

"Gu Bei, what do you think of my poem? Looking at your expression, it seems that I don't moan well. Suddenly, Liang Zhongxian noticed Gu Bei, who was holding back a smile.

Before, in the car, Gu Bei didn't give him a good look, although he didn't know why, but he felt a little guilty.

Now that he has listened to the poems he composed, Gu Bei actually has this kind of expression again.

No matter how hypocritical he is, no matter how patient he is, he can't help it.

"Huh? Oh, good, great, great, good poetry. After Gu Bei held back his smile, he replied very perfunctorily with a clear conscience.

However, Liang Zhongxian's face turned dark.

Immediately, his eyes turned and he proposed, "Or...... Gu Bei, are you going to make a song? I wasn't there for dinner that day, so I might as well take this opportunity to let me see you. ”

In Liang Zhongxian's view, although Gu Bei is talented, it is definitely impossible to make any good poems in a short period of time.

He always thought that at the dinner that day, Gu Bei must have prepared in advance in order to win thirteen consecutive victories.

How could a normal person compose so many good poems in a row?

Therefore, he wanted to take this opportunity to rub Gu Bei's sharpness.

As soon as Liang Zhongxian's words came out, the reporters present turned their cameras to Gu Bei's face one after another.

Liang Zhongxian wrote poems, and these reporters just made a symbolic pat.

But Gu Bei writes poetry, so it's different.

Now Gu Bei can be said to be full of news materials, and he must shoot clearly.

"That'...... I'm going to do a lewd song. "How could Gu Bei not see Liang Zhongxian's intentions?

It's just that since Liang Zhongxian wants to be embarrassed, Gu Bei doesn't mind fulfilling him.

There was silence for almost ten seconds.

I brewed my feelings.

Gu Bei took a step forward, looked at the wheat field, and finally landed not far away, the farmer who was working loudly.

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil.

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. ”

This song "Compassion Nong", in the original world, can be said to be well-known and familiar.

Although it is only four simple sentences, it paints a picture of planting a grain of millet in spring and harvesting 10,000 seeds in autumn.

Food for thought.

It can be said that it is quite appropriate.

And when Gu Bei finished reading, the scene suddenly became inexplicably quiet.

It's not because they think Gu Bei's poems are bad, but because they're too good.

Those in the Poets' Guild, I don't know if they should applaud or not.

After all, Liang Zhongxian is his own person, and they know very well what Liang Zhongxian wants to do.

The reporter's reaction was quite real.

Compared with the expressionless and even a little laughing reaction to Liang Zhongxian just now, it is a world of difference.

Now they all showed appreciation.

Song Anrui also felt good from the bottom of his heart.

It's just that he didn't show it, he did this to save some face for Liang Zhongxian.

As for Shen Mingxue, let alone that.

No matter what others think, he thinks Gu Bei's poems are the best.

"Yes, although it is a little worse than mine, your poem is already very good, and the artistic conception is also good." After a moment of silence, Liang Zhongxian's voice came slowly.

“......”

“......”

“......”

Then, as if the air had solidified again, it became quiet again.

All the people present had various voices in their hearts......

"This person, isn't he a good brain?"

"It's a little worse than mine, how did he say it?"

"Crazy."

"It turns out that people can be shameless to this extent, and they are ashamed."

Then, everyone looked at Liang Zhongxian's gaze, and there was a subtle change, as if it was ...... Looking at a fool.

Only he himself does not know it.

It's still a leisurely look.

Gu Bei was also caught off guard by Liang Zhongxian's self-confidence, but in the end he just laughed and didn't say anything.

"Let's go, hurry up and get to school." Song Anrui couldn't stand it anymore, so he hurriedly found an excuse and continued to walk in the direction of the school.

I'm afraid that Liang Zhongxian will say something again.

The face of the Poets' Association was really thrown into it by this guy!

......

Over the ridges, through the wheat fields.

The group finally arrived at the primary school in the small mountain village.

There are teachers and students at the door, and they are very enthusiastic.

And those in the Poets' Guild are equally enthusiastic.

After coming to the elementary school, he began to pull the students and teachers here and let the reporter take pictures.

It's just that Gu Bei didn't participate.

Because in his opinion, this doesn't look like a condolence, it's more like a group of people who come here to put on a show.

Is this kind of charity show really meaningful?

......

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