Lintian didn't know what everyone was thinking, at this moment, he was holding the pen with ink, doing it very seriously and carefully.

In fact, sometimes, Lintian doesn't know very well what kind of person he is, usually he looks casual and peaceful, boring, but sometimes, he is very strong and persistent.

Like now.

He was a little skeptical about such a thing as fate, and he seemed to have some disbelief that people were inherently arranged by others. Even Heaven does not have any rights.

Therefore, since he had memories of his past life, after he woke up, he thought that one day he could really be 'casual and peaceful', and he was really bored.

In this day and age, even if a saint has doubts about the Divine, it is impossible for him to dare to show his true thoughts on the surface, because the Divines will really see it.

Lintian sometimes behaves relatively conservatively because of self-preservation, but when he really has to make a choice, he is still a little stubborn and willful.

He never believed that this was the arrangement of fate, even if God wanted him to meet an opponent like Wen Yong who made a poem about national fortune after becoming a Wen Xiu.

But in the end, he still made a willful and stubborn decision to write a poem for the last piano piece!

There is a faint fire in his heart, he wants to fight against the world, he wants to fight against fate!

After making the final decision, the corners of Lintian's mouth raised slightly, and he exhaled slowly, with a sense of relief, his gaze became firm, and there was a spirit.

Then he lifted the pen and closed his eyes again.

This change is in everyone's eyes. They were all a little puzzled, and even more impatient, they felt that Lintian was just delaying time.

"What is he doing here? Stained ink for so long. It's going to close your eyes again!"

"Hey, eighty percent is procrastinating for time, maybe my heart is already messed up, and I'm thinking about how to get out later!"

"I really didn't expect that the former poet of the national fortune would be so uneasy, it seems that he has lost. ”

Wen Yong had a confident smile on his face. Seeing that Lintian was even a little sad for him, he felt that Lintian's pretense at the moment was funny and ridiculous.

Can he really write a flower? But he didn't interrupt. He thinks that watching Lintian fail and then humiliate him even more can torture his mind and destroy his heart.

Lintian doesn't pay attention to the thoughts of the people around him. He is here and now. I create the feeling of the last part of the piano song without a paragraph.

Four single notes open, and finally four sections end with a single note.

The music in the middle of this is from gentle, to high, to low, and finally back to gentle. It seems to have joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and it seems to have experienced joys and sorrows.

But when you taste it, it doesn't seem to be a simple meaning of joy and sorrow. It's more like expressing the arrogance and arrogance in my heart, the four-part piano song. It's like a tide of river, which seems to be calm, but in fact the undercurrent is surging, and the wind and waves are together, like a rushing tide, exciting, and finally suddenly turning, to the trough, but it can't stabilize the unruly plucked string beating.

In the end, even if it returned to flat, it was still so stubborn and arrogant, as if it was ready to rise again, gentle and full of dark energy.

The last four single strings echo each other through the first four tones, which also shows that the mind of the stroking is the same as the original, from beginning to end, it is the arrogance and loneliness of a single four tones.

This is what Lintian can feel more deeply from the previous qin music, but no matter how the meaning of the qin song is expressed, Lintian does not think that this is the point.

And how to understand and be able to write the mind of the person who strokes the qin through this piece is the real correct solution!

Finally, Lin Tian recalled the feeling of looking at the vague figure in the gauze tent at first.

"If it's really her inside, what kind of person should it be?" Lin Tian thought to himself.

When he first looked at the gauze tent, he had a feeling, maybe intuition, that the person inside should be Miss Feng'er.

Even he didn't understand it, but he felt that this violin stroker seemed to be sad but not sad, with an extraordinary atmosphere, seemingly restrained, but in fact bold.

It feels like a sigh, but in fact, it is self-confidence in oneself, a vision and firmness for one's future.

Lintian has already learned some things about Miss Feng'er from Tuofei's mouth, and knows that she is a talented woman and a figure on the hunting list.

If it was really her in the gauze tent, then Lintian seemed to be able to understand the true intentions of some violin strockers.

He knows that the better the talent of Qin Dao's literary cultivation, the more difficult it is to find a bosom friend, so this indifference and arrogance is actually loneliness and loneliness.

And if there is no bosom friend to open the door of the heart path, it is very likely that the ascension of the realm will be very difficult.

If this is really the case, then the feeling of this qin song should make sense, and the four arrogant qin songs show the loneliness in my heart.

Four joys, sorrows, and sorrows, experiencing joys and sorrows, seem to be surging, but in fact they are sad behind the frenzy, or more precisely, they should be lamentations.

Lintian seems to have caught the feeling.

"Is she sighing, lamenting the loneliness of standing on a high place?"

Talented, noble, this is a kind of loneliness in a high place, no one can approach, no one can touch, even if she wants to let go, but in the end there is still no way.

No one dares to approach, no one has the courage to approach, this is the sad loneliness of the strong.

"It seems that this Feng'er girl should be sighing about this, since this is the case, I understand. ”

Lintian thought in his heart, and finally felt that the feeling of the qin music in his heart should be the meaning of the qin, although he felt that there was still a feeling that something was missing, but this was the limit of what he could see, and then Lintian finally opened his eyes......

Everyone was already waiting impatiently, and the more many people looked at Lintian like this, the more they felt that he was pretending to be and had been thinking about it for so long when he was upstairs.

And Wen Yong wrote poems first, which has given him a lot of time, but he didn't think that when he was about to write poems, he would still procrastinate like this. But it's a little unbearable.

Tian Hong's face was gloomy, he felt that this Lintian was deliberately showing off, even if he wanted to lose, he would win the attention of the audience, this kind of behavior, Tian Hong was very ashamed in his heart, and he felt that such a little person could attract attention, but he was so unimportant, he was really not very happy.

He felt that it was time for him to vent the resentment in his heart.

"Are you procrastinating for time? Or do you think that if you are so mysterious, Miss Feng'er will be able to pay attention to you? If you are really timid and can't write, just admit defeat, no one will care about you like a waste like you, don't feel that you are very valued, if you don't write, you are a joke!"

Although it is very rude and taboo to interrupt when a literati is writing a poem, at this moment, no one has spoken out to stop it, and no one thinks that Tian Hong's words are inappropriate.

There was a smile on the corner of Wen Yong's mouth, he didn't interject, and he didn't say anything. He thinks this is very good, he looks very good, the more Lintian does this, the more ugly it will be in everyone's hearts, so Wen Yong still wishes that you would have some more foreign appearances.

Wang Ming's thoughts in his heart were the same, but unlike Wen Yong, since he couldn't directly defeat Lintian on top of Wen Bi, it was okay to do something else.

He knows Tian Hong, he is the eldest son of the Tian family, and he knows that this person has some background, so Wang Ming feels that if he can add fuel and vinegar, not only will he suppress Lintian, but he will also be able to make friends with this Tian Hong.

After Wang Ming decided, he followed Tian Hong and said: "Lintian, I advise you to still be a little self-aware, when Cangzhou, I think you should understand that you have nothing to do except be lucky, but now that you are a literary cultivator, you should know how you can win as a waste with exhausted luck?"

Wang Ming continued: "What Brother Tian Hong said is reasonable, don't you know? Your delay in time like this is actually a joke! Do you think that your ability can be better than everyone present? None of them are qualified to get the attention and evaluation of Miss Feng'er, you think that you can just pretend to be able to do it? What a fool you are!"

Wang Ming said loudly, very heartbreaking, and ugly, and said a lot, everyone seemed to be dissatisfied with Lintian's actions, but some people still understood, another reason is that they want to interfere with Lintian's thoughts at a critical time.

"Shut your mouth quickly! During the period when Brother Lin was composing a poem, you made such a disturbance, I can think that you did it on purpose! It's so unfair, then let's just cancel this literary comparison!"

Tuofei finally couldn't help it and said loudly.

"Hmph, this is unfair, then do you want to let him delay until next year?" Wang Ming said coldly.

This time he didn't verbally attack again, he still knew the degree, if it was really because of the interference, they took advantage of the loophole and canceled Wenbi, wouldn't it be that everything before was lost.

Tuofei just snorted coldly, and then he didn't look at Wang Ming again, but looked at Tian Hong, his eyes were full of anger! Lintian doesn't write poetry, and he has nothing to say, but the person who spoke at the beginning was this Tian Hong, who was provoked by him, and he didn't know if Lintian had any grievances with him.

But Tuofei felt that this person must have bad intentions. Because of that kind of look, he felt very uncomfortable. And he felt that the dark eyes were different from Wen Yong and Wang Ming, more like a distorted feeling of wanting to take revenge on society.

He looked at Tian Hong and was about to say something to him, when someone suddenly said, "Look, he's starting to write!"

At this moment, Lintian began to write, he didn't care about their conversation at all, it can be said that he ignored it, and devoted himself to the poems and piano.

Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Tian lifted his wrist, and the ink on the tip of the pen dipped into the rice paper...... (To be continued.) )