There was silence at the dinner table.

The people who ate the vegetables stopped eating, the drinkers put down their glasses, and even the chatters stopped in twos and threes.

Wang Xie looked around with a weak and helpless expression, and then asked weakly, "What, is there anything wrong?" ”

Everyone at the dinner table looked at each other, and in the end, it was Zhou Weijun who broke the silence first.

"You're Wang Xie?" Zhou Weijun asked tentatively.

"Uh, it's me." Wang Xie nodded.

"Liu Zhongyuan's son-in-law?" Zhou Weijun continued to ask.

"Hmm." Wang Xie continued to nod.

"You're writing songs?" Zhou Weijun couldn't believe it.

"My main business is musicianship." Wang Xie said that this was indeed the case.

"You wrote "The Burrow"?" Zhou Weijun's eyes gradually revealed a trace of disbelief.

"That's right." Wang Xie looked at Zhou Weijun with an innocent expression.

Zhou Weijun nodded, didn't speak again, just looked around again for a week and said to everyone: "If you find someone, you can do it yourself." ”

"Someone found? What do you mean? When Wang Xie was still smacking the meaning of Zhou Weijun's words, the group of people around him who belonged to the Poetry Association suddenly exploded.

"Damn, "The Burrow" was written by your kid, compensate me for mental damage!"

"Six times, six times, every time I went to the association, Zhongyuan showed me that broken article, and now I finally found the initiator."

"You're okay, Lao Liu has already shown off to me no less than ten times, and he still has the face to say that "The Burrow" is tailor-made for him."

"You're okay, he shows off to me every time, saying that his daughter has found a good son-in-law, and he asks me why my daughter is still single."

"The most shameless thing is that he also took this "Burrow Inscription" to the Calligraphy Association to show off, although the words are indeed grandmaster-level, then it will not go more than a dozen times a month, and the president of the Calligraphy Association has complained to me a few times."

“……”

Wang Xie watched the people around him criticize his father-in-law, and he could only listen silently at the moment.

He couldn't believe that his father-in-law, who was as stable as an old dog at home, was so prodigal outside? This is almost catching up with the public enemy of the whole people.

Just when Wang Xie was a little at a loss, Nan Jiayu quietly introduced to Wang Xie the reason why these people were so angry.

It turned out that since Wang Xie gave "The Burrow" to Liu Zhongyuan, although Liu Zhongyuan looked calm in front of Wang Xie, he was very nervous in the circle.

What does the article "Burrow Ming" say?

Although the article is not long, it is subtle and concise, very expressive, and in just 81 words, it depicts a picture of a gentleman living in a humble house, containing a huge capacity of thought and art.

There is also the fact that this article is easy and smooth, catchy, and has a strong sense of rhythm. The language is neat and beautiful, easy to recite, the words are intricately alternated, the battle is neat, and the sound is sonorous and full of gold and stone, and there is a fresh and elegant beauty.

The article also uses a variety of rhetorical devices, so a famous article like this with harmonious rhyme and beautiful language has naturally been warmly sought after by everyone as soon as it was published. What's more, this prose was written by Wang Xie himself with Wang Xizhi's book, so it is even more respected by everyone.

But the bad is bad in Liu Zhongyuan's Dese. Not only does he often take out this article to show off, but he also often says things like "my daughter's vision is good" and "this article is about me", which can be regarded as full of "hatred".

But even if Liu Zhongyuan repeatedly shows off, it is nothing. The most hateful thing is that when everyone expressed their love for this work and wanted to borrow it for two days, Liu Zhongyuan was unexpectedly stingy, not only did he not borrow it, but he didn't even let him touch it.

Even Su Xun, the president of the Poetry Association, and the president of the Calligraphy Association spoke in person, but Liu Zhongyuan did not agree, which shows how much he treasured this character.

"Everyone actually doesn't mean anything, they just just spit out with you, it's not a big deal." In the end, Nan Jiayu still did not forget to comfort Wang Xie.

Before Nan Jiayu's words fell, the people around looked at Wang Xie who was whispering, and they were all angry, and immediately concentrated all the artillery fire on Wang Xie.

"By the way, Wang Xie boy, Lao Liu didn't come today, you can't make amends for him."

"Yes, he showed off your handwriting, but the young man really writes well."

"Yes, yes, although it is indeed well written, but you still have to drink the punishment."

"Drink well, otherwise these uncles and uncles won't be reconciled with you."

“……”

Seeing that everyone pointed the finger at himself, Wang Xie had to pick up the cup again, who let it be the pot of Lao Taishan, if you don't carry it, you have to carry it.

"Huh?"

Raised his head and drank it all, but Wang Xie tasted a different taste, this seems? Not wine?

Nan Jiayu next to him pursed his lips and poured a glass of transparent liquid for Wang Xie again.

"Good!"

Seeing Wang Xie drink it all, everyone laughed and applauded, which can be regarded as erasing this matter.

However, everyone also knows that in addition to being good at couplets, Wang Xie also has certain attainments in ancient literature, so the atmosphere on the table is even more enthusiastic.

Because Nanjiayu constantly added "wine" to Wang Xie, Wang Xie basically did not refuse to come, so the coaxing on the table was also one after another.

Everyone at the table was happy, but there were still people who were not happy in their hearts.

Hate, to be exact!

This person is Song Mingsheng.

Ever since Wang Xie made him a big ugly man on the couplet, Song Mingsheng has been holding back and wanting to give Wang Xie some color.

However, as Su Xun paid more and more attention to Wang Xie, and then he knew that Wang Xie was Liu Zhongyuan's son-in-law, he felt a little hesitant more and more.

What's more, he now knows that Wang Xie is in the music circle, even if he wants to use his relationship to suppress him, there is no good channel.

After all, Sheheng, the boss of the entertainment industry, is giving Wang Xie cloth vegetables at the moment.

However, he looked at Sheheng and Nan Jiayu on both sides of Wang Xie, and he had some other ideas.

Just do it. When everyone was drunk, he finally seized this opportunity.

"Ahem~"

Song Mingsheng coughed lightly, and waited until everyone turned their attention before he smiled and said faintly: "The banquet is just in time, there is wine and flowers, but there is just a lack of poetry, we are a poetry association, isn't it a bit too much?" ”

I have to say that being old and not dying is a thief, Song Mingsheng's sentence can be regarded as saying that everyone's hearts are on the line.

So everyone joined in.

"That's right, how can you have wine without poetry, let's come together."

"Su Lao, Song Lao and Tang Lao, do you want to show you a hand first."

"Then how about we take this meeting as the theme?"

"I think it's better to have no restrictions, it's more enjoyable."

"Good!"

“……”

Song Mingsheng looked at the way everyone agreed, and couldn't help but smile and pull up his beard.

It's just that when he looked at Wang Xie, he showed a slight chill.

I don't believe that your couplets and calligraphy are good.

How good could it be to compose poetry!