"I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is too cold."

In the low, with some trance sounds, it sounded in Mingyue Tower.

At this moment, everyone in Mingyue Tower, recorded by the camera, seemed to be attracted and shocked by this first Mid-Autumn Festival song through the ages, and everyone subconsciously gathered around the lobby.

At this moment, the guests in the entire Mingyue Building box also walked out of the box and came to the corridor outside.

Quietly looking at the man wearing the mask of Huo Qu who was writing in the lobby downstairs, he was listening to the deep voice of Mingyuelou's host tonight.

The other party seems to have practiced, and the voice has a special charm.

At this moment, the water tune song that he sang out simply attracted everyone.

At this moment, someone has subconsciously taken out his mobile phone and started shooting.

At this moment, the entire Mingyue Building was silent, and they were afraid of disturbing the person writing the words downstairs.

Even the people next to him stopped the pen in their hands and began to admire it with their eyes closed.

At this moment, the voice of this host, as if it had traveled through time and space, like an ancient legacy, had traveled from nine years ago to nine years later, and appeared in the ears of more than 100 million viewers.

They seem to have followed this voice, came to the scene nine years ago, and watched Liu Nan's ungrateful writing.

Looking at this man with a mask, he wrote this poem a little crazy, the first Mid-Autumn poem in the ages.

At this moment, countless people saw the host speak again.

"Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?"

Shang Rong has finished writing, this first Mid-Autumn Festival song in the ages, just this Shang Run, can be called a swan song.

There is no one poem that can compare to this first half.

It's like it shouldn't appear in the world, ethereal, like a fairyland on earth. This half-word can be said to be the pinnacle of words.

These few dozen words can be described as a pearl of words, and every word is like a fairy.

If you don't read this poem, you don't understand the beauty of this Chinese character.

It's hard to imagine how beautiful these words can be combined.

And now, the entire people in Mingyue Tower are looking at Liu Nan blankly.

At this moment, I was shocked by this word.

"Who is this man?"

Someone said this softly, but the person next to him covered his mouth.

"Shhh

At this moment, everyone was waiting, even those who didn't know how to speak, they were affected by this atmosphere at the moment, and then waited quietly, waiting for the second half of the words.

And Liu Nan will not let them down, will not disappoint everyone.

Immediately afterward, the host once again stared at the piece of paper in front of him.

Then, one beautiful text after another appeared on the paper.

At this moment, suddenly the picture in the live broadcast room switched.

"Well, what's the situation?"

"Hey, there's a switch to this screen? Switched to the scene recorded by Tiankui TV? ”

That's right, the pen station made a picture switch, because when Tiankui TV recorded it, the equipment was better than Lin Hai's, so I made a lens pull-in, and I just happened to shoot the birth of these handwritings.

It can be said that at this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room is watching the appearance of one word after another. When Qi Meifang saw this scene, he could be described as an old tear!

"This is the manuscript of the first Mid-Autumn Festival in the ages, and this is what I have in mind.

I've been chasing it for nearly ten years, ten years, do you know how I've spent these ten years?

I'm even going to die if I can't see this manuscript with my own eyes! ”

Qi Meifang looked at the picture in the live broadcast room with some obsession and madness, and watched a beautiful and slightly chic word appear.

This is no longer a manuscript, this is already a work of art.

It can be said that now this manuscript is absolutely priceless.

This manuscript has now entered the eyes of many people.

Dou Ying is also watching the live broadcast tonight, and he is also witnessing the birth of the first Mid-Autumn Festival word in the ages.

Seeing this scene, Dou Ying suddenly had some insights.

"Sure enough, literati are really awesome.

This manuscript, I'm sure, is absolutely priceless.

If I take it down, I'm afraid that in a hundred years, this manuscript will become a national treasure of my Han dynasty. ”

I have to say that Dou Ying was moved at this moment, and he wanted to take down this manuscript.

Written by the poet Liu Nan himself, the original manuscript of the first Mid-Autumn Festival song head * Mingyue is there!

Well, don't talk about it too much, it's too cheesy to say this at this moment.

At this moment, let us quietly appreciate the second half of the peak of this poem.

Generally speaking, a poem can become a god in the upper rung, then the lower rung will most likely decline.

But this poem, Xia Rong is even more interesting.

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

In one go, without any pause, it can be described as a smooth flow!

At this moment, the entire Mingyue Building can be heard falling needles, and the real falling needles can be heard.

Everyone listened to this song, this Mid-Autumn Festival song, this song that shocked them and reminisced for the rest of their lives.

This poem also made Mr. Zhang Zhihe, a grandmaster-level figure of Han literature, say that when will there be a surplus of the bright moon.

And today, the word was born in front of everyone.

Urging Ying, the girl who urged the family, her eyes were already clouded, and she looked at Liu Nan ten years ago with a mask stupidly.

At this moment, there is only one sentence in her heart, that is, I actually fell in love with this deceased Mr. Liu Nan!

At this moment, no one in Mingyue Tower spoke.

At this moment, the live broadcast screen in the live broadcast room switched back again.

But no one cared about that. At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room felt as if their hearts had been baptized.

"Seriously, I can't find anything to say at the moment.

I only know that tonight's live broadcast will definitely be collected by the state.

It will be preserved for the next ten years, a hundred years, and a thousand years.

Because, this is the picture of the birth of the first Mid-Autumn Festival word in the ages.

This poem can be said to be unprecedented, and there may be no one to come.

There is no way that anyone can surpass him. ”

"At this moment, I thought of the birth scene of the wine that night in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the two are so similar!"

"As soon as the bright moon comes out, the rest will be wasted, I agree with this.

Mid-Autumn Festival, there will be no more words.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, I am afraid that this word will once again dominate the entire Mid-Autumn Festival. ”

"This is my treasure of the Great Han, I hope it must be preserved!"

"I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes, I'm really kneeling and watching the live broadcast."

"I don't want to say anything now, I just want to say that I am in love with someone who has passed away, what should I do?"

"I have to say that the girl has no resistance to Mr. Liu Nan.

I think I'm in love with him too! In the future, I'm afraid that other men won't be able to get into it! ”

……

……

"That was nine years ago, and this year's Mid-Autumn Festival was the biggest regret of my life.

Because I had to talk about a business, I said that I didn't go to my Mingyue Building during the Mid-Autumn Festival this year.

So, I missed something that I regret for the rest of my life, that is, when did Mingyue have the manuscript of this lyrics.

Back then, I had just finished talking about business and rushed home when a phone call came.

The manager of Mingyue Tower called me and told me that there was a mysterious person in Mingyue Tower that year and wrote a Mid-Autumn Festival, and they no longer knew how to judge.

I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, so I just let them talk about it.

As a result, a video was sent over from Mingyue Tower.

At that time, after watching this video, I hurriedly went to Mingyue Tower.

And when I passed, the manager had already left, and also took the manuscript of the poem.

At that time, I just felt distressed and couldn't breathe.

So, right away, I asked my people to investigate this person.

It's a pity, it's a pity, the other party is wearing a mask, and there is no way to investigate.

Coupled with the fact that it was Mid-Autumn Festival at the time, the whole Fufeng was full of people wearing masks, and I ended up missing this manuscript.

But I was not reconciled, and I never gave up all these years, wanting to know who wrote this poem.

However, this person is like an immortal in the sky, descending from the Moon Palace, and he has disappeared without a trace at all.

For this reason, I regret it for so many years, and I regret it for so many years! ”

With tears in his eyes, Qi Meifang muttered a few words in a low voice.

At this moment, he no longer wants to watch the live broadcast.

Because at this moment, he no longer wants to recall the regrets of the past.

……

The live stream continues, and tonight's seventh livestream has just begun.

And Liu Nan, who finished writing this poem, rolled up the manuscript when everyone was distracted, and then directly pulled Li Jianxue, who was still stunned, to leave.

But at this time, as the host of Mingyue Tower, he hurriedly shouted.

"This great god, can you sell the manuscript to me Mingyue Building, I can buy this manuscript for one million."

The host's voice, along with the microphone, spread to the entire Mingyue Building.

All of a sudden, these people also came back to their senses.

Good fellow, a million for such a handwritten book, this would surprise anyone.

After all, a million is not a small amount of money!

"Don't sell, say goodbye!"

Liu Nan's slightly hoarse voice came, and then the camera hurriedly and quickly shifted.

Lin Hai and Lu Xunhuan also hurriedly left.

The shooting of the camera completely followed Liu Nan, so soon the camera left Mingyue Tower, and some people appeared outside again.

Obviously, Lu Xunhuan and Li Jianxue at this time have not yet come to their senses, and they are shocked by Liu Nan's Mid-Autumn Festival poem just now, and they have nothing to say.

"Brother Liu Nan, you ...... Was I just dreaming? ”

In the camera, it is obvious that Li Jianxue's eyes have changed when she looks at Liu Nan, and she is no longer the slightly favored appearance she used to have.

Obviously, at this time, Li Jianxue had thoroughly admired and become obsessed with Liu Nan, a patient.

Although she knows, Liu Nan's time may be running out, because her father is not sure that he can treat Liu Nan well.

However, sometimes the thing of love is really crazy.

So, if you fall in love, you really fall in love.

The audience in the live broadcast room has clearly felt the change in Li Jianxue's attitude.

However, I didn't think there was anything wrong.

One of my men was just fascinated by Liu Nan, let alone a woman.

At this moment, in the live broadcast room, I don't know how many girls are expressing their love for the deceased Liu Nan.

"When you see the snow girl, you can take it as a dream.

Let's go back, tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, you better go back and eat mooncakes with Doctor Li! ”

Liu Nan coughed a few times, and his voice was a little hoarse.

At this moment, Lu Xunhuan also walked over and looked at Liu Nan carefully.

"What the hell am I, Liu Nan, are you still human?

This Mid-Autumn Festival song, I dare to say that it can be the first in the past.

I, Lu someone, also think that I have some talent. But ......"

Speaking of this, Lu Xunhuan couldn't say any more.

At this moment, Lin Hai, who was carrying the camera, spoke, although the audience in the live broadcast room could not see his expression, but they could understand his pride.

"Hehe, isn't that normal? A few months ago, my family Anan wrote a few poems, and I will show them to you when I have the chance. ”

"And??"

Come on, I don't know what to say, this is actually Lu Xunhuan, looking at Liu Nan with a mask in amazement.

"Sure enough, it's not for nothing that you became the singer I like in the first place.

What the hell, tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, I, Lu Xunhuan, can remember it for a lifetime.

Even when I am 80 years old, when I recall this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, I will say that this is my most memorable Mid-Autumn Festival. ”

While talking, several people left here, first sending Li Jianxue home.

Subsequently, the three returned to their home.

At this time, Lu Xunhuan couldn't sleep at all, and directly planned to drink and chat with Liu Nan and them.

"Anan, I'll go and prepare the appetizers, you prepare the wine, how about we have two drinks tonight?" I was so excited, I really couldn't sleep. ”

Obviously, Lu Xunhuan has not yet come out of the Mid-Autumn Festival in Mingyue Tower just now.

"Okay, then you go and prepare, I'll prepare two bottles of good wine, let's have two drinks tonight."

The camera turned, and soon came to the dinner table.

At this moment, Lu Xunhuan, Liu Nan and Lin Hai have already made a table of appetizers and two bottles of good wine.

"Anan, I salute you for this first glass of wine, tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, you wrote a poem, a famous Mid-Autumn Festival poem that has been passed down through the ages."

Liu Nan laughed: "It's nothing, let's drink." ”

"Okay, have a drink, and Brother Hai."

"!"

After a glass of wine, Lu Xunhuan looked at Liu Nan again.

"Anan, I'll be ready to go abroad in two days.

This glass of wine may also be my parting wine.

When the time comes, we brothers will be separated, and I wish you that your illness will be cured. ”

Liu Nan is also not polite, recently he has to drink a lot of wine every day to suppress the pain in his body.

"Okay, I borrow your auspicious words, and I also bless you, and then I will lay a world in Hollywood.

When the time comes, don't forget to say that I will write the script for you. ”

Lu Xunhuan's eyes turned red: "Don't worry, there will be such a day, and I will make you my exclusive screenwriter when the time comes."

By the way, I'm a little curious, why don't you explain why the media is so dark about you?

You see that there is no news today, this Zhao Wei is talking about you in the media again.

And, with this matter of hype, now this stinky woman has made herself a huge victim.

Moreover, she has also become a member of women's rights, and she is everywhere promoting that women should have zero tolerance for people like you. ”

(End of chapter)