Early the next morning.

The classrooms of Longmen No. 1 Middle School were all shrouded in a vast morning mist, and everything seemed misty and difficult to distinguish the true face.

Since Wang Weiyi posted poems in the cultural corridor late at night, Feng Qing and others let out the atmosphere when they had breakfast in the canteen, saying that something big happened in No. 1 Middle School today.

The students didn't know what was going on, so they asked each other, and later heard that someone in the cultural gallery had posted an extraordinary poem, which caused a sensation.

When the students heard this, they flocked to read and talk.

King Ma Liu was a reckless person with a very low level of understanding, blinking his dull little eyes, and asked Liu Chaoran beside him: "What does this poem mean?"

After reading this poem, Liu Chaoran felt that it was generally not bad. But it seems to be very cheesy and straightforward.

Reason told him: "There are mixed fish and dragons here, don't judge casually, so as not to get into trouble." ”

So, he pushed back: "You also know that I don't have a deep understanding of poetry and songs, and the poems on the wall are more like cows eating peonies, I don't know what to say." You might as well ask Mr. Yu. He casually pointed to Yu Weiwen next to him.

So, King Ma Liu came to Yu Weiwen and said, "Teacher Yu, you can explain to us." ”

Yu Weiwen pointed to the poems pasted on the wall and gave the most simple explanation: "Ancient Chinese poetry has a history of 5,000 years, and if you want to understand the meaning of ancient poetry, you must study and read it diligently. ”

Feng Qing enlarged his throat and exclaimed, "Ouch, this poem is so well written!" He was meant to add fuel to the fire.

King Ma Liu's eyes were scorching: "Teacher Yu, do you think this poem is well written?"

"Good! Okay!" Yu Weiwen nodded approvingly, "In just four sentences, the importance of learning ancient poetry and the spirit of hard work are vividly expressed." I have read hundreds of volumes of ancient poems, and I have never seen such a brilliant and thorough interpretation of ancient poems in such a small number of words. ”

Yu Weiwen is only eight buckets tall, which is recognized in No. 1 Middle School. Now, listening to his explanation, many people have also been enlightened and admired, and some people are applauding loudly.

Some candidates who have already written poems have already hidden their poems in their arms and want to wait for an opportunity to paste them on the cultural corridor.

Now, compared with Wang Weiyi's poem, I feel like a pheasant seeing a beautiful phoenix, not on the same level at all. The restless heart calmed down, and he no longer dared to take out the poems he was hiding.

There was a student named Bao Yiqi, who couldn't stop his curiosity and said, "This poem is not signed, guess who he will compose?"

King Ma Liu patted the head of Bao Yiqi with the palm of his hand and said, "Of course it was written by those 20 learned candidates!" Could it be that you, a small, stupid brain, could come up with such a high level of poetry?"

"This is also, this is also," Bao Yiqi grinned, and after laughing innocently, he laughed at the reckless King Ma Liu, "Don't just laugh at me, if you are asked to write such a poem, can you write it?"

King Ma Liu patted his chest and said, "I, a reckless person, ask me to write such poems, but it is even more difficult than asking me to go to school to spend Situ Li!"

Ma Liuwang's words caused everyone to laugh.

Liu Wenlong heard the crowd outside in the bedroom, followed by bursts of cheers, and felt strange: although this cultural corridor is a passage, because it is close to the principal's bedroom, it adds a bit of solemnity and sacredness, so it seems to be more quiet because few people come on weekdays.

Why is it so noisy outside?

Liu Wenlong opened the door of the bedroom and walked out.

Liu Wenlong asked: "Ladies and gentlemen, what happened?"

When the people at the scene saw that it was the principal Liu Wenlong, they immediately moved out of the way and let Liu Wenlong come to the front.

Liu Wenlong looked up and saw a poem pasted on the pink wall, and the font was in the cursive dragon flying phoenix dance, with a slight element of calligraphy.

Although this poem is not signed, but carefully savoring its content, and then looking at these handwritings, Liu Wenlong judged: This poem was written by Wang Weiyi.

But he didn't expose the truth.

Liu Wenlong's gaze moved away from the powder wall and searched around. On weekdays, no matter what happens, as long as Liu Wenlong appears in front of everyone, Wang Wei will definitely arrive in time and will definitely stand beside him.

This is a great opportunity for Wang Weiyi to show himself in front of everyone. But this time...... Wang Weiyi did not appear by his side.

"Where has he gone? Could it be that he would be indifferent to something so sensational in the school?"

At this time, Liu Wenlong, although he was over the age of six, was still as sharp as an eagle, and suddenly, he found an extremely familiar figure from the gap between people, yes, he was Wang Weiyi.

At this time, Wang Weiyi looked haggard, and his eyes lost their aggressive luster in the past, which was obviously caused by his exertion and overthinking recently.

In addition, today did not show up as in the past, but hid not far away to do, poking his head out from time to time, obviously, he was observing the movements here and determining the next steps to take, leaving a way back for what he had done.

This time, when Wang Weiyi's gaze met Liu Wenlong's gaze, he did not meet it bravely as usual, but hurriedly moved away in fear.

"Yes, this poem must have been written by Wang Weiyi!" Liu Wenlong speculated from Wang Weiyi's confused and anxious abnormal demeanor, and confirmed his opinion.

Liu Wenlong's analysis is to whip people and point directly to the hearts of the people.

But Liu Wenlong didn't express his state of mind in front of everyone, but shouted repeatedly: "Okay! This is a rare good poem. Although there is no signature, there is no doubt that it was the work of our students. ”

Liu Wenlong personally recited the poem on the wall with a solemn expression:

ancient Chinese poetry,

Up and down for 5,000 years.

Always study diligently,

Fang understands the meaning.

The people at the scene also chanted along with Liu Wenlong's words.

Although Wang Weiyi also mixed in with the crowd and read along, he was not a fool, but felt that Liu Wenlong expressed his stance on this poem so quickly today, and his actions were too grand, which was contrary to common sense.

There seemed to be layers of fog in front of him.

That night, Liu Wenlong sent someone to quietly summon Wang Weiyi to his bedroom.

Wang Weiyi walked, his heart seemed to have fifteen buckets falling up and down, and when he walked through the cultural corridor, he was dripping with cold sweat, pouring from the corner of his forehead to his eyes and face, and then to his chin.

He came to Liu Wenlong's bedroom and wiped the sweat from his cheeks with the sleeves of his shirt.

As soon as he pushed open the door of Liu Wenlong's bedroom, the already trembling feet could no longer support it, and he fell forward, he lay on the ground, and said, "Liu Xiaoxiao is polite." ”