"You say...... Are we brothers!"

"Yes, yes...... We are not only brothers, but also brothers!Brother, you are my own brother!" Han Youfu said with a wine burp. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Since it's ...... It's brothers, that...... Should it be...... Should we take care of each other!" Li Ke said as he shook his head and shook his head, already completely drunk.

"It should, it should, it is justified!" Ma Youcai drank a little better, but he was already confused.

"It's right!" Li Ke shouted at the top of his voice: "There are difficulties to be shared, and blessings are shared! When I am developed in Yingdu, I will never forget my two younger brothers!"

Han Youfu and Ma Youcai supported the stumbling Li Ke and walked towards the residence.

All three were drunk, and it was unclear who was supporting whom.

was only a dozen zhang away, and the three of them walked staggered for a long time, but they didn't go.

At this time, he closed his eyes, leaned on the mountain rock next to him, scolded his mother, and complained.

Five or six scumbags in the school hall gathered around them, talking nonsense, saying that they wanted to go down the mountain, go to the town to cool off, and relax and relax before the exam.

On the other side, the disciples led by Wu Wencai and Sima Gang had much better cultivation, and said goodbye to Song Fuzi one by one.

"Since then, I don't know when we will see each other, come, and wish a bright future!"

"This situation and this scene should be a poem!" Wu Wencai looked at Song Fuzi and said.

"Yes, Master, it's been a long time since I've heard you compose poetry!"

The tall Song Fuzi was surrounded by many students, with a white beard fluttering, his face full of red light, and he muttered: "Writing poetry depends on nature. The old man's knowledge focuses on the examination and literature and science, and poetry is not a strong point, haha......"

Although the master is strict with them in ancient rites and classics, and even seems dull and harsh, the master himself is frank and bright, and never deliberately grasps the master's shelf.

If you are not good at reciting poetry, you will admit that you are frank and open, and you are also a gentleman.

Wu Wencai, who was on the side, wanted to make a song in his heart, but it was not good to take the initiative to come out to offer ugliness when no one took the initiative, and when he saw Xu Feng drunk next to the flower stand, he said to everyone: "Brother Xu is talented, why don't you let Brother Xu write a poem for everyone to add luster to the banquet!"

Wu Wencai is a side branch of the seven major families in the south, and the poetry and books of the seven families are romantic, stretching for thousands of years. There are countless merry scribes and prime ministers in various ethnic groups. Even Mr. Gongsun, a famous calligrapher and painter who was famous in the dynasty, once worked as a professor of Mengsheng in the Wu family.

Although it is only a side branch, the Lingnan style of poetry and literature has been completely inherited, and Wu Wencai's father is also a bachelor who reads poetry and books, and has also served several local envoys.

Wu Wencai asked Xu Feng to recite poetry, not to embarrass Xu Feng, because Xu Feng's arguments and explanations were so exquisite, so he was curious about what Xu Feng's poetry level would be.

In fact, most of the academy disciples also had the same idea as him, wanting to learn the other side of Xu Feng's knowledge.

Xu Feng felt that he was being pushed like a cloud, and the noisy voices of many students sounded in his ears: "Senior Brother Xu, come to a song!"

"We're waiting for your poems and drinking!"

Xu Feng was quite interested, thinking of the characters who fought for a hundred wines, and lowered his head and shouted: "How to chant poetry without wine!"

A disciple hurriedly handed over the wine glass, Xu Feng glanced at it with drunken eyes, this wine glass was too small, it didn't match the momentum of drinking and writing poems at all, and shouted loudly: "Bring the pot!"

Many students laughed, and someone really brought a wine jug and put it in Xu Feng's hand.

Li Ke suddenly heard someone shouting, raised his eyes with difficulty, and said to the two people on the left and right: "Listen, my boss is going to compose a poem!

Han Youfu smiled playfully, snapped, patted Ma Youcai's head, learned Li Ke's tone, and said: "Famous through the ages, have you heard it!

Ma Youcai smiled and nodded carelessly.

Li Ke, who was originally drunk, suddenly raised his head and glared at his crimson eyes viciously: "Don't fuck you funny, be serious for Lao Tzu! The boss will become famous sooner or later, and the poems at this time are treasures, so you must write them down!"

"Okay, write it down, write it down, and it will be immortal!" Ma Youcai said.

Over there, Xu Feng poured half a pot of wine into the sky, looked into the distance, and had already set up a posture, but he was still like a sculpture.

In the poems that are as bright as a galaxy, countless poems and songs about farewell flashed in Xu Feng's mind one by one. It's so much, which one is right to choose!

Each capital is a divine product, Xu Feng looked up at the starry sky, and he couldn't make a choice for a while.

Everyone thought that he was brewing in search of intestines and stomachs, and they looked expectantly in their eyes, not knowing what kind of poem Xu Feng would make.

Xu Feng's heart lit up, and he secretly said in his heart: "I'm sorry!"

"This ......" Xu Feng was just about to chant, and suddenly remembered that although the famous sentences in this poem are very suitable for the scene in front of him, they ...... But the first two sentences are directly used, which is very inappropriate!

It's better to make up a sentence now, with the famous sentences of the ancients......! It seems to be able to say that it can be said that it is not a complete plagiarism.

Xu Feng was there again all of a sudden. Facing the sky with his back and blinking, this time it was really a picture of searching his intestines and scraping his stomach.

"Okay, Senior Brother Xu, hurry up!"

"Yes, senior brother, the sky is going to be bright, and the wine is going to be cold!"

"Don't bother, everyone, I'm afraid I'm coming out......," Jiang Liao said.

Han Youfu, who was drunk and hazy over there, had already pricked up his ears, but he didn't see any movement for a long time.

"It's harder to make a poem than fucking shit!" Han Youfu muttered.

"...... Shit! Fuck, you don't have anything clean in your mouth!"

Li Ke has obviously completely shocked Han Youfu and Ma Youcai and become the leaders of the two. Han Youfu said this, the boss, where you can settle well, it is a slap on the head and face.

While they were arguing, Xu Feng's voice had already come over there......

"The autumn night banquet is bright, and Hengshui goes around the west......"

The first two sentences came out, and it seems to be a five-character poem.

Some students were immediately amazed.

"The lofty and concise vocabulary, through the feast and drink on the autumn night, and the Hengshui flowing slowly under the mountain peaks, outline a kind of parting sorrow. Especially the word autumn night, the artistic conception of autumn night, it is easy for people to have lingering thoughts. Only this sentence, the time, place, and event, are all out. ”

"Well, good poetry, good poetry!" another student didn't know whether he really thought it was good, or if it was just flattery, so he commented succinctly.

A smile appeared on Wu Wencai's calm face. It seems that Xu Feng is still a bit poetic, but it is really ordinary.

In his opinion, the first two sentences can only be regarded as average.

Parting with the king, the same is a eunuch.

There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor.

Inaction is on the wrong path, and the children are stained with scarves.

The last three sentences are simple, and Xu Feng memorized them in one go!

Everyone was stunned, under the starry sky of the autumn night, it seemed to be a group statue, those who drank forgot to drink, those who ate vegetables forgot to chew, and even a few who vomited on the side temporarily stopped vomiting.

It's a poem made on the spot!

Wu Wencai stayed for a long time before he reacted, and he was the first to applaud. Many students shouted again with a bang.

"Well, I haven't heard such a good phrase in so many years. ”

"I've never been used to seeing sour poems like scenery, mountains, and water, look at this sentence, "The sea has a confidant, and the end of the world is like a neighbor", plain but full of rhyme, what is this! This is the realm of senior brother!

The autumn night banquet is bright, and Hengshui goes around the west.

Parting with the king, the same is a eunuch.

There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor.

Inaction is on the wrong path, and the children are stained with scarves.

Wu Wencai read it in a low voice, and more and more realized the artistic conception of this poem.

The poems of farewell are generally based on farewell, and the atmosphere is sad, and Xu Feng's sentence: There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor. Inaction is on the wrong path, and the children are stained with scarves. But it completely threw the sorrow and farewell out of the clouds, and the poet's magnificent and open mind was undoubtedly revealed.

This is in line with Xu Feng's temperament, Wu Wencai thought about it, and looked at Xu Feng with a more respectful expression.

"Boss pulls ...... Make a poem ()! I don't hear it, how smooth it is. Fearless in the wrong way, men and women share towels! good!" Li Ke said.

"Haha...... Haha......"

Although Han Youfu and Ma Youcai are not as good as Wu Wencai, who founded a family of poetry and books, they are also people who have studied in the academy for a few years, and they are much better than Li Ke, who is illiterate in big characters.

After listening to Li Ke's retelling, he couldn't help laughing and said: "What Brother Li said is that men and women share towels! What a fucking good poem! Good poem!".