When she heard the name Tagore, Salotya's face was full of disbelief, she could not have imagined that her best friend, known as the most mysterious writer in the literary world, would know the true face of his mysterious mask. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"If that's the case... Maybe a deal can be struck, where to negotiate. Salotya hesitated, the status of the poetry genre in the elven race was already second only to the status of blessings, and if it was a poem written by Tagore himself, it might be able to reach a status comparable to that of blessings. After all, Tagore's poetry is recognized as the pinnacle that is difficult to surpass in this era, and even the greatest literary master of the elven race is not sure to surpass Tagore before his life comes to an end.

"Dan Lipton. ”

"It's a bit far... Is it Master Tagore's address?" asked Sarotya.

"For now, yes. ”

"How much do you know about Master Tagore?"

Nerina smiled and said nothing, and Sarotya couldn't help but be angry.

Despite the distance between Dan Litton and the Elven realm, it was nothing to see the true face of the most mysterious writer, Rabindranath Tagore.

Moreover, the status of a literary master is enough for Sarotya to come over in person, and in the field of literature, Sarotya has also written some works, but there is still a long way to go from the master.

On the eighth day after that, Salotia finally came to Dan Lipton, and before she had time to rest, she hurried to the agreed tea garden, and seemed to be too nervous and excited, and her little baby fat little face had a hint of crimson.

"Anya, you go somewhere else first, I'm going to meet someone very important. Shalotia said to the woman beside her.

Every creature of the elven clan has a delicate handsomeness, which is something that every girl envies, and Anya really lives up to the rumored, with a stunning appearance.

"Okay. Anya nodded and left Sarotya's side.

When Salotia came to the tea garden, she subconsciously looked around, there were no strong guards, and when she went in, the seats in the entire tea garden were empty, and there was only a courtyard in the center, where two people were sitting.

Sensing someone entering, one of the people in the courtyard in the distance stood up and waved, and his words could be heard from a distance.

"Halodia, here!"

Salotya frowned, and with her excellent eyesight, she could easily see that the person sitting next to Nerina was only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, and she couldn't help but think, "Who is this?

"Thalotia, how are you doing?"

After Shalotia sat down, Nellina asked questions that suited her role. Of course, all this has already been discussed with Sarotya.

"It's okay, if it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't be alive today. Although she didn't know why Nellina did this, there was no reason for Salotia to refuse, after all, it was not a troublesome thing.

"You should know the purpose of my request, let me introduce you, this is Boel Musene, and this is Sarotia, the little princess of the elves. ”

"It's an honor to meet you. Muse nodded.

"Me too, you should know my conditions, my request is the best poetry, I don't think you can fulfill this condition. "Isn't it unequivocal that she came in person, just to see Tagore?

As she spoke, Sarotya's gaze seemed to sweep over Nellina at random, with confusion in her eyes. Nerina read what Sarotya meant, but didn't explain.

"I want to give it a try..."

"I don't have a lot of time, and the length of poetry is certainly the simplest of all literary genres, but the only way to write great poetry is the qualifications of a master. ”

When Shalotia said this, Nerina's breath froze for a moment, and her eyes were fixed on Musene. With her knowledge of Muse, there must have been only one answer.

Yes, in order to get Philomena, Muse is willing to pay any price, including... exposing his identity.

"If it is Tagore, there is no qualification. Muse was silent for a moment, then said slowly.

"Master Tagore naturally has this qualification, could it be that Master Tagore is your teacher? The water of life is not an ordinary thing, I don't think you can make the decision for Master Tagore, if you can, can you ask Master Tagore to come forward." Shalotia asked.

"I'm Tagore," Muse smirked.

Salotya looked incredulous, and her mouth was upturned, and she subconsciously said: "This joke is not funny, if you don't see Master Tagore, forgive me for not being able to agree to this deal." “

"Wait a minute, why don't you let Muse write a poem, if Muse is really Tagore, he will definitely be able to write quite a good poem. Nellina suggested.

"This is impossible, do you think he can produce poetry comparable to that of Master Tagore, whose poetry is the blatant pinnacle of literary men!" retorted Sarotya.

"Besides, it takes at least a month to compose a poem, so why don't you make me wait another month?" I said, I don't have enough time!" Salotia was really annoyed, she had come all the way here, and Tagore didn't see it, and Nerina actually made herself wait another month.

Even if Nellina is her best friend, it doesn't mean that Sarotya can endure Nellina again and again.

"I don't know if this poem can prove that I have this qualification!"

Just as Shalotia was preparing for a showdown against all odds, Muse Ne handed over a freshly written piece of paper. While Sarotya was speaking, Muse Ne was silent for some reason, taking out the paper and writing something, which was one of the reasons why Sarotya was irritable, and it was indeed more annoying to be ignored.

"What do you mean, don't think ordinary poetry can fool me! I..." When Sarotya was about to say something more, the corner of her eye suddenly swept over the paper on the table, and she couldn't take her eyes off it.

avenue

It is a long, silent street.

Forward, I stumbled and fell,

Rising again, I walked on in a daze, my feet,

Step on lonely rocks, and withered branches and leaves

Behind me, another man also stepped on rocks and leaves.

When I slow down, he slows down,

But I sprinted, and he did. I turned and looked, but there was no one.

It was all pitch black, and there was not even a door,

Only the sound of my feet made me aware of my own existence,

I turned around the overlapping corners,

But these corners always lead me to this street,

No one waits for me here, and no one follows me,

Here I follow a man, and he falls

And when he stood up again, he saw me and said, "There is no one."

Looking at the poems in front of her, Sarotya was silent, her hands unconsciously grasped the paper in her hands, her eyes constantly wandering between these words, savoring the artistic conception of the poems and feeling the rendering of literature.

After a long time, Salotia slowly spoke: "Poetry is not enough, if there is no music full of oppression, it is just a poem." Speaking of this, Sarotya paused.

Before Muse could say anything more, Sarotya continued: "However, with this poem, I can give you a chance to try. But if you want to exchange the water of life, it is not enough to rely on a poem, even "The Farthest Distance in the World", which is recognized as the most outstanding poem, can not be exchanged for the water of life. You'll have to create a book of at least 100 poems of this caliber to be eligible to redeem the eaux-de-vie. It's very difficult, even if it is Master Tagore himself, you may not be able to create it, especially if you are only his student. “

Salotia still thinks that Muse is only a student of Tagore, after all, Muse is too young, you know, in the entire history of Valadei, the youngest master of literature must be twenty-one years old. Perhaps in the future, someone will surpass this record, but it will only be about three or four months at most. Eighteen-year-old literary master, Sarotya could not have imagined such a thing.

"I won't give up, the water of life is very important to me. Muse said solemnly.

"I'll give you three years to create a collection of poems that meets the standards. "Sarotia gives a deadline that is not sufficient, and can even be described as difficult.

Three years, for the writer of immersion, it is like the blink of an eye, to complete a book of at least 100 poems in three years, and each poem must have a collection of extremely high accomplishments, Salotia believes that if there is a living creature in this world who can do it, it must be Tagore himself. Even Tagore himself is only possible.

"One month, give me a month!" said Muse, who knew from Nelina that the sooner the water of life was washed, the better. In order to make Philomena better use the water of life, Muse decided to try to transcribe a book of poems within a month.

Almost as soon as Muse's words fell, Sarotya's whole body was stunned, her face seemed to be frozen by a strange power, and only her pupils revealed deep disbelief. Even Nellina, who was obviously indifferent from beginning to end, was so shocked that she couldn't speak after hearing this.

"What did this guy say, did I hear it wrong?" At this moment, this thought flashed through both of their hearts.