Lin Tian's tone was a little strange about Miss Feng'er's sudden change, and there was this final 'come and listen'.

Miss Feng'er said 'say', but of course she couldn't let the public in front of the heavens say it out loud. Obviously, there is only one other meaning.

Lintian's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something. "Is this a guide she gave herself? Or does she really just want to hear her heart?"

But no matter which one it was, Lintian felt that he suddenly understood something.

He didn't guess the meaning of Miss Feng'er's words, but he seemed to finally understand at this moment what the kind of defects he felt in the piano music were!

From the conversation with Miss Feng'er, he kept telling his heart, his views on everything in the world, and the reasons why he insisted on this Wenbi.

But now, the Feng'er girl said, 'This is very good, let's listen to it', Lintian suddenly reflected, he suddenly thought that the meaning of the qin music he felt was not right, joy, anger, sorrow, joy and sorrow, this is the world's view, in fact, the four single piano notes before and after are the key to the whole piano song.

Single, on behalf of simple, simple thinking, simple doing, wanting to do, just do it.

However, this coincides with his own 'casual and peaceful, timely fun', it turns out that this deficiency is not the defect of the piano, but the discomfort in the heart after his misunderstanding.

Lintian did not reply, but fell into deep thought.

At this time, all the audiences in Fengxuan Building couldn't stand it anymore. Because Lintian is really a bit abrasive.

I had already pondered it before. However, when it was written. Slow like an old man, just when they thought he was about to finish, they pondered again!

This kind of performance, no matter who it is, is a little unbearable.

"What's going on? Can you write it or not? No, no, admit defeat quickly! Don't delay our time!"

"yes, what are you pretending to be at this time? Look at the first half of the poem he wrote, it's not as good as me!"

"I must be scared, the big words I said earlier are all pretended! I can't write it now. I can only pretend, I see, I think I'm thinking about how to end up later!"

Many people's voices gradually became stronger, and after a while, they began to quarrel, and the targets were all accusations.

Jinshalu upstairs also frowned at this time, and he was a little strange about Lintian's repeated delays. He always felt that there must be something special about Lintian. But until now, Jinshalu has not seen any amazing moves in Lintian.

It was Wen Yong, who he felt disgusted, that surprised him a little, and actually made a poem about the national fortune.

Tuofei was below, his hands clenched into fists, mixed feelings. He didn't know what happened to Lintian, but he had never doubted Lintian before, he felt that Lintian was not the kind of person who delayed time because he was afraid of winning or losing, but now, he couldn't figure out what Lintian was thinking.

In the face of the abuse and accusations of the people around him, Tuofei really couldn't bear it. But at this moment, Lintian's actions made him completely speechless.

Lintian moved, he didn't write hard, and he didn't reply to Miss Feng'er.

Instead, under the surprised eyes of everyone, he put down the ink pen, picked up the rice paper he wrote before, and tore it up in public!

Lintian's face was calm, he didn't pay attention to anyone's exclamations, and tore the half of the poem in his hand to shreds.

Wen Yong almost laughed when he saw Lintian's reaction, he was extremely excited at the moment, because Lintian's approach was undoubtedly announcing that he had lost and admitted defeat.

Because he couldn't write poems that surpassed his own national fortune poems, he was manic in his heart and tore up the poems he had written before!

Wen Yong felt that he had already won!

He held his head high and took a step forward proudly, "Lintian! I really didn't expect that you are a dignified literary cultivator, even if you are a lowly and humble person, you should not be so disrespectful to Wenbi, even if you are inferior to others, you should finish writing poems, your act of tearing up like this is simply a literati in vain!"

Wen Yong felt that there was enough trouble, and it was time to declare victory and deal a heavy blow to Lintian.

Wen Yong continued: "Everyone, you have also seen that Lintian tore up the poem, and he should have given up this literary competition!

Wen Yong had a taste of ecstasy, which was even happier than when he became Wen Xiu, he felt that he finally had a chance to take revenge on Lintian, he was once so angry that he vomited blood, and now he can finally do the opposite.

He had already thought about how to humiliate Lintian later, and at the same time he wanted to see the ugliness of losing Wenbi's Lintian and losing the last trace of luck. At this time, not only him, but also Wang Ming, Tian Hong, Wen San, Wen Zhi and others all thought like this.

Today, we will finish the body that is abused by the heavens, and there will be no day to turn over!

However, Miss Feng'er did not speak, and on the stage, Hongxia did not make a sound, and after a few breaths, the person who spoke was Lintian.

"When did I say I gave up? It's too early for you to rejoice! I just tore up a draft, so why make a fuss?" said Lintian with some amusement.

Hearing Lintian's voice, the audience fell silent, but no one believed in Lintian anymore at this moment, although he was not discussing, but his eyes were full of disdain and contempt.

Wen Yong heard Lintian's words, looked at it, like looking at a poor beggar, and said: "Lintian! You don't want to be unruly! If you delay time like this, do you think you can get away with it?"

Wen Yong sneered, and then said: "What, scared? Don't think that I don't understand your thoughts, you just want to delay time, 'draft?' This kind of nonsense do you think any of us can believe?"

Lin Tian didn't refute, he was very calm at the moment, but there was a little more confidence in his eyes.

"I didn't say give up, I was about to start writing! And now you're thinking that you've won, isn't it a little too fast?"

Everyone listened to Lintian's words at this moment, and they all scoffed a little, you are about to write? How long have you been writing, and you haven't written it yet, who believes this kind of deception?

Although Wen Yong was a little anxious, he also stabilized at this time, and he thought in his heart, "Sooner or later, you will be trampled under my feet and humiliated, but I don't care about this time." ”

Wen Yong said: "That's good! Don't say that I didn't show you mercy, give you one last chance, you can write it now in front of everyone and Miss Feng'er, if you want to write it quickly, if you delay like this, then it will be regarded as you admitting defeat!"

Tuofei was a little nervous at this time, he didn't know what Lintian was thinking, but this was the last chance, and he was really worried.

However, Lintian patted him on the shoulder, signaling that he was relieved.

"Good!"

Lintian agreed, very casually, and then under the disdainful gaze of everyone, he lifted the ink pen.

This time, he was really ready, he understood the shortcomings he felt in the piano music, and he understood the meaning of Miss Feng'er asking him to 'talk about it'. Facing the oppression of the people around him, he recalled his casual and peaceful, and the wildness of being happy in time.

Lintian picked up the pen and wrote the name of the poem "Will Enter the Wine" on rice paper!

Lintian read it out loud while writing: "In the next Bucai, write a poem for the last song, the poem title "Will Enter the Wine"!"

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

'Xiaoyaozi, Qin Sage', will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, the 'Emperor Xuan' feasted peacefully, and the wine was ten thousand and happy.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. ”

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Lintian wrote and read at the same time, in one go, until the pen was written into a poem, and the audience was silent...... (To be continued.) )