"Five, four, three, two..." The number of people in the poetry club was counted, and when they were about to count down, an old man in the poetry club asked Xie Wen: "The time is almost up, have you thought of it?" ”

Xie Wen's face flushed, he thought that he would definitely not lose to the little girl opposite. He shook his head embarrassedly and said, "No, I admit defeat." ”

When the people of the poetry club heard that Xie Wen himself had admitted defeat, they announced the result.

After hearing the results, Xie Wen did not rush off the stage, but looked at Gu Huizhu and praised her quite gracefully: "I am indeed inferior to you." Because I only have five seconds to think, it's hard for me to get the next one every time you finish the last sentence. And you can answer without much effort. It can be seen that you know all kinds of poems and songs. ”

Gu Huizhu ignored his praise that seemed to be charity, and was generous, without pretending to be twisted, and said, "Thank you for the compliment." ”

Generally speaking, when others praise you, you should also politely praise others. Even if it's not sincere, it's polite to be pretentious. But Xie Wen found that Gu Huizhu was always indifferent to himself, and he didn't mean anything polite. Xie Wen pondered what Gu Huizhu was thinking, and felt that she might be a little disdainful of people. Thinking about this, Xie Wen also felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and said: "Not only are you familiar with poetry books, but you are also a little clever and know how to win, for example, you always think about how to say a poem that makes it more difficult for me to win the competition." ”

"You exalt me too much, and I will say whatever comes to my mind. Where is there anything to ponder? Gu Huizhu didn't understand why this young man was endless, so she just wanted to send him away quickly.

Xie Wen didn't know, Gu Huizhu just wanted to end those unnutritious conversations quickly, because it was time-consuming and laborious. The so-called indifferent attitude towards him is not to look down on him, but to dispel the common attitude of Gu Huizhu to irrelevant people.

Xie Wen continued to ask unhappily, "Is it?" There are so many poems that start with the word 'lotus', why did you choose one that ends with the word 'grass'? How can I pick it up? ”

Gu Huizhu was almost speechless, where did he get so many questions, was it embarrassing for him to say a poem that he couldn't accept? This ring is opened so that he can win? Gu Huizhu really doesn't like this kind of person, the competition, it's normal to win and lose, be generous, isn't it good to accept it calmly? But in front of the public, it was a ring under the banner of poetry and friends, Gu Huizhu wanted to retain some politeness, so he said:

"There are a lot of poems at the beginning of the word 'grass', where am I embarrassed you?"

"It's a lot, but it's not much to do with landscapes." Xie Wen said.

Gu Huizhu gave him a rare friendly answer: "How can you not?" In the afterglow of the grass-colored mountains, no one will have to rely on their will. From Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Love Flower". ”

When Xie Wen heard this, he was stunned for a moment and said, "Isn't this Liu Yong's "Fengqiwu"? I know this poem, standing in a dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy. In the grass-colored smoke and afterglow, who will rely on the column without words? After speaking, he thought about whether he was mistaken, thought for a while, and made sure that he was not mistaken, and then said with certainty: "It should be'In the grass-colored smoke and light afterglow, who will rely on the column without words?'" ’”

Gu Huizhu shook his head and replied, "No, I'm talking about Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Love Flower", leaning on the dangerous building alone. Hope is extremely sorrowful, and the sky is gloomy. In the afterglow of the grass-colored mountains, no one will have to rely on their will. After speaking, he held his chin and told him with certainty: "It's 'in the residual light of the grass-colored mountains, no one will rely on his will', that's right!" ”