Man, until death is a teenager, I think everyone understands.

When I was walking, I came across a relatively tall branch, as long as someone said in advance, if any of you can touch this branch, I count you as powerful.

Believe it or not, a group of people was so lively that they all started bouncing.

So, Liu Nan is excited at the moment.

He drank a glass of wine in one gulp, and then waved his hand.

"Do you have a brush or rice paper?

If you have any words, I will write you a poem and make your Yellow Crane Tower soar into the sky. ”

Huang Mengzhou is on the bar, I really want to see it today.

"Wait a minute, I have a Dahan bookstore downstairs, I'll buy it for you right away."

After speaking, Huang Mengzhou went to buy pen, ink and paper.

At this moment, Meng Lingchuan was looking at Liu Nan speechlessly.

"Can you do it?"

Liu Nan smiled: "What is this?"

Let me tell you, today I, Liu, will let you know what a poet is.

Little Mencius, you will see it later. ”

Meng Lingchuan smiled disdainfully: "Cut, bragging, if you really write a poem that I admire, I will count you as amazing." ”

Good guy, these two people said so, and at this moment, Liu Nan was directly excited.

"Brother Hai, record it with a camera, today I, Liu Nan, am going to make poems here drunk."

Lin Hai said seriously, I only knew that Liu Nan was good at writing songs, and I really hadn't encountered this poetry.

It's just a spring flower, or a modern poem.

Not long after, Huang Mengzhou came back, holding a twenty-yuan brush, a few pieces of rice paper, and a bottle of ink.

Yes, it's the kind of ink in a bottle. Seeing this ink, Liu Nan was disgusted.

"Cut, this ink and this paper are really not worthy of my poem!"

Huang Mengzhou smiled disdainfully: "I bought it for you is enough to give you face, do you really think that you can write famous poems that have been passed down through the ages?"

Still not worthy of it?

What do you want?

Want the best pen, ink, paper, inkstone?

I'm sorry for you, I really can't satisfy you! ”

……

Ten years later, Huang Mengzhou, who is now watching the live broadcast, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I'm sorry Ah Nan, this thing really doesn't deserve your words, and this poem of yours.

If I could do it all over again, I would definitely find the best pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. ”

There was also a group of people in the live broadcast room who were mocking Liu Nan, and they all felt that Liu Nan had drunk too much and pretended to be forced.

But they didn't see that today's live broadcast title was the birth of a legend.

So, they don't know, what's going to happen soon?

And at this time, Liu Nan, who was already drunk and hazy, couldn't care about anything else.

I opened the rice paper directly, and then unscrewed the bottle of ink.

Next, he closed his eyes.

It didn't take long for Liu Nan to open his eyes, and then he waved his hand with the brush full of ink.

Next, a poem begins to appear on white rice paper.

Meng Lingchuan was by Liu Nan's side, pressing the paper for him, and he was naturally the first to see it.

"Yellow Crane Tower? Yes, you can name this place directly. ”

But countless people in the live broadcast room were stunned, yes, they were stunned, and suddenly they were quiet.

Then someone began to speak with trepidation.

"Yellow Crane Tower? Guys, I suddenly realized, isn't that too scary? ”

"I ...... I can't believe it. ”

"Me too, this can't be, right?"

"Is it the Yellow Crane Tower I understand? Yellow Crane Tower Chapter 3 Chapter 1? ”

"Impossible, coincidence, it must be a coincidence, 100% a coincidence, how is this possible?"

"It's just that I don't think it's possible, it's all fake.

This is a fake for the sake of traffic, right? ”

"Can you speak? How can this be faked? ”

"But, I don't understand this, is this poem really written by him Liu Nan?"

At this moment, the whole network was sensational.

However, the broadcast in the live broadcast room is not over yet.

With the three words of the Yellow Crane Tower of the Dragon Flying and the Phoenix Dancing, the first line of the poem appeared.

Meng Lingchuan looked at Liu Nan tightly, and read it out directly after he finished writing.

"The people of the past have gone on the Yellow Crane."

After this first line of the poem was read out by Meng Lingchuan, everyone in the live broadcast room ten years later understood that this poem was Liu Nan's work.

Everyone understands why the title here today is the beginning of a saga.

What the hell, this is like a heifer going to Antarctica, and it's awesome to the extreme.

My mother, a classic poem that the whole Han knows about is actually written by Liu Nan?

This poem has won numerous honors. This poem is called a modern classic.

It is precisely because of this poem that the people of the Ancient Poetry Association regard the Yellow Crane Tower as a holy place.

And the manuscript of this poem is still placed in the center of the lobby of the Yellow Crane Tower in the safest way.

No one is allowed to come within three meters.

And the person who writes poetry has always been a mystery.

To this day, no one knows who exactly wrote this poem.

The signature of this poem is the two words of anonymousness, and there is also a fingerprint.

Therefore, in the Han literary circle, countless people have asked Huang Mengzhou for inquiries.

However, because of Liu Nan's advice, no one knows about this matter at all.

Until today, the matter has finally reached a conclusion.

Fang Shenghuo was already shocked at this moment.

"Oh my god, it's broken, it's really broken.

No, no, no, I'll definitely inform the association.

It's so big that my fucking idol finally appeared. ”

Muttering, Fang Shenghuo hurriedly opened his chat group.

This is the chat group of the Ancient Poetry Association, after coming in, Fang Shenghuo is not talking nonsense, and directly Aite the group leader, that is, the president.

Fang Shenghuo: "@杜会长, come out quickly, something big has happened."

The person who wrote about the Yellow Crane Tower finally appeared. ”

The chat group, which was originally relatively quiet, suddenly became weird.

Xiao Cun: "? ”

Jingle Bell: "? ”

Cui Min: "? ”

Xie Chunfeng: "? ”

……

Well, without a doubt, it's all question marks.

Who can believe that, right?

If it were you, would you believe it?

I don't believe it!

Just kidding, after so many years, the poem Yellow Crane Tower has become a must-remember text for primary school students, and I haven't found out who the author is, how can you be sure?

Therefore, at this moment, the chat group of the Ancient Poetry Association is particularly weird.

And Du Yuanming, as the president, was also brought in by this Aite. When I came in, I was speechless in an instant.

"Who are you, you, you're so Aite me?

Crazy, what nonsense are you talking about here? ”

Looking at the president's words, Fang Shenghuo was directly anxious.

"President, everyone come to the live broadcast room of Liu Nan's life at the pen station, just come over quickly.

Come and see, and you'll know.

I'm serious, the author of the Yellow Crane Tower really appeared

。 If you tell a lie, there will be five thunderstorms in the sky. ”