"The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name. "The poet said softly.

In fact, this is not the first time he has read it, in the poet's cognition, a good poem is not to mention reading it a hundred times, it is a thousand times, and he will not feel bored ten thousand times.

And this "Will Enter the Wine", which he never gets tired of reading and can't put down, is obviously not only a good poem, but also a good poem that suits his appetite.

The more he tasted, the more he felt the author's Sawasaki, history, arrogance, arrogance, and romance.

He felt that the author of this poem must be like him, nay, even more individual, more wild than him.

In the eyes of many people, Shijun is both erudite and talented, but he is also arrogant and unapproachable, but it is precisely because of this that he is also lonely.

Shijun himself obviously knows this very well, but, it doesn't matter, in his opinion, only people of his kind can get his friendship.

Shijun doesn't have many friends, but every one of his friends can feel his sincerity, this is Shijun, who seems to be extremely difficult to get along with, but once he can get his approval, he will be a person who will put his heart to you.

Holding this poem, Shijun felt as if he had seen the poet's pride and joy, and for the first time, Shijun actually gave birth to a feeling of meeting a confidant, which made him excited.

"Lin Hu, Lin Hu ......"

Shijun repeated the name a few more times, but no, he always felt that the name was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Yes, I must have heard it somewhere.

The circle of cultural people is big and small, especially for people of his level.

As a poet, Shijun clearly knows how much energy is needed to write a poem. Even if you change one of the words, it may consume the accumulation of an ordinary scholar for nearly ten years.

If you want to write "Will Enter the Wine" in its entirety, even a great Confucian will have a hard time, not to mention the effort required to conceive the whole poem.

In the poet's mind, the author of this poem must be someone who has been famous for many years. And Lin Hu Shiyou is the vest used by everyone.

It's just that who is it?

The poet pondered and meditated, but he never thought of any scholar in the world whose style and level were close to this "Will Enter the Wine".

"Forget it, let's ask him!"

As he was muttering, he saw Shijun take out a fist-sized transparent crystal from the storage ring and put it on the desk in front of him.

If anyone who knows the goods is here, they will definitely be surprised. Because what Shijun took out was a communication crystal that could represent one of the highest levels of the Mohist mechanism in the world, and the quality of this communication crystal was definitely the top.

It is said that in addition to the countless efforts of the maker, each communication crystal also consumes a huge amount of resources. Even the most ordinary communication crystal is definitely not less valuable than a city with a population of tens or millions.

Of course, the communication crystal is more expensive, but its benefits are also obvious, not to mention that it can let the two sides of the dialogue see each other's appearance, even the distance of communication is not comparable to those low-level communication seals.

A Mo family's organ master once said that as long as the person holding the communication crystal did not fall into any special Jedi, then. Connect with another person no matter where they are.

In this way, the communication crystal has become the object of competition among the powerful and powerful everywhere, and sometimes it can even be seen as a status symbol.

But. This is nothing to Shijun.

Shijun gently pressed his hand to a certain place on the crystal, and after a while, a light and shadow appeared in front of Shijun out of thin air.

On closer inspection, the light and shadow turned out to be an old man who looked to be about sixty years old.

"Alas, I said Brother Li. What kind of wind is blowing today, and you actually communicate with me?"

Light and shadow looked at the poet in front of him. He was very excited, as if he had seen something new.

Faced with the jokes of the old man. Shijun's expression remained unchanged and he didn't react in any way, obviously accustomed to the old man's attitude.

"Today, I want to ask you, do you know the name Lin Hu?"

After listening to Shijun's words, the old man glanced at him angrily, "Of course I know, now our school palace is about to quarrel over this name." ”

"Oh?

"You don't know? You have also read this month's "Holy Word Monthly". ”

Hearing this, Shijun nodded.

"Then what do you think of the song "Will Enter the Wine" on the homepage?"

Shijun pondered for a while, and then said slowly: "I might as well too!"

The old man was also very surprised by Shijun's answer, he knew a lot about this guy's character, and this "Will Enter the Wine" could make him bow down, and it seemed that he had to re-examine it.

"Then do you think this poem can go on in the history of poetry?"

"Naturally!" Shijun said quite categorically

Li Junyao is naturally called a poet, not just a boast and a strange talk, every poem that can be on the history of poetry must have its own uniqueness, can be spread all over the world, and leave a mark in the long river of literature.

In fact, countless literati and writers will make their works appear in the history of poetry as one of the goals of their life's pursuit, and those who can write a famous poem in the history of poetry can be called everyone in the world.

Li Junyao is still in the prime of life, and he has three such works, who knows what kind of achievements he will have in the future, and therefore, Li Junyao's name as a poet is well-deserved.

However, Li Junyao was not complacent, he knew that he was far from those poets and saints in history.

For example, he asked himself if he could write the song "Will Enter the Wine" yet, of course, he was not discouraged, which could only stimulate his upward spirit.

"If even you think that "Will Enter the Wine" can be recorded in the history of poetry, then ten will not be able to run. ”

"By the way, who is this Lin Hu?" After greeting for a while, Shijun finally raised his own question.

"I don't know much about this, we're investigating it now, but he also had a poem that appeared in the Holy Way Monthly before, do you remember?"

"Which one?"

"Pear Blossom Poem!"

As soon as this remark came out, the poet's tone immediately choked, and he naturally remembered the pear blossom poem, knowing that the sentence "a pear flower pressing a begonia" has now become a common phrase among literati to joke about some old cows eating tender grass.

Among the literati, there are many self-proclaimed people who are quite good at this, and after surviving the thunderstorm, the life expectancy will be greatly increased, not to mention "eighteen brides and eighty langs", that is, one hundred and eight, two hundred and eight, and even eight hundred and eight.

Thinking that he is a poet is now hundreds of years old, but he is still single, and now as long as he thinks of this poem, he seems to see what he will be ridiculed one day in the future.

"I didn't expect him to be a funny person!" Shijun, who was chatting with the old man, suddenly came up with such a sentence. (To be continued)