Yuan Xingcan looked at the handwriting on the rice paper for a long time, and did not read it at all.

Maybe he was calming down, or maybe he was shocked and had nothing to say.

The live broadcast room is in a hurry, what the hell are you reading it?

At this moment, Du Yuanming couldn't wait to rush in, go back to nine years ago, and see with his own eyes what this Queqiao Immortal wrote in the second half of the song?

"God, do you want to mess with me like this? I said Hai Mama, you too, when shooting, don't just shoot at people, but shoot at words? ”

"That's it, I'm in a hurry, what is written in the lower part of this poem?"

In this regard, Lin Hai, who was also watching the live broadcast, smiled very proudly.

"I like this song very much. The manuscript of this poem was given to me by Anan. ”

After speaking, Lin Hai couldn't help but quit the live broadcast page and opened his mobile phone album.

In the album, he found a photo. This photo is the manuscript of this Queqiao Immortal.

He used his best master to make a frame, and now it is placed at home.

This manuscript, Lin Hai has already planned for a long time.

When Anan's personal museum is completed, he will put the manuscript in.

Now, no one will disturb him,

Just let him stay in this place for a while! Because this is where Anan used to teach.

……

Finally, Yuan Xingcan came back to his senses, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and finally he glanced at Liu Nan with a dull gaze, and then read out the next rhyme of this poem.

"Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the magpie bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ”

The faint sound has made countless people addicted. What a beautiful poem, what a shocking poem!

will enter the wine, Liu Nan got the title of a poet immortal.

And now, when will the water tune song head Mingyue be there, plus this Queqiao Immortal, Liu Nan is afraid that he will have the title of the god of words again.

This is indeed not wrong, Liu Nan's words and poems are all crazy existences.

Especially the last sentence of this poem, if the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight.

Just one sentence shocked countless poets.

The existence of the quatrain through the ages!

……

Mo Shaogu is a poet, and he is also a modern poet.

What he admires the most, to be honest, is Meng Lingchuan.

Liu Nan also admired him, but Liu Nan only wrote one modern poem.

Although his modern poem is very remarkable, Mo Shaogu still does not admire it too much. Moreover, he is a person who writes love.

He often said that he was a love poet of the Han Dynasty, and he was definitely one of them.

Of course, only for modern poetry.

However, today he saw the live broadcast. He saw Liu Nan and wrote a poem about Queqiao Immortal.

At this moment, Mo Shaogu was dumbfounded, watching the live broadcast blankly, and remembering the Queqiao Immortal that Yuan Xingcan had just recited.

At this moment, he stared blankly at the close-up of this poem in the live broadcast room.

"If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

Hehehehe, ridiculous! It's so ridiculous, what a shame!

In my life, I am conceited of myself, and I am a must for contemporary love. But now it seems to me that the love I have written for a lifetime is not worth Liu Nan's sentence If the two feelings are for a long time, how can they be in the morning and twilight.

You Liu Nan, with only one sentence in a poem, you will crush the pride of my Mo Shaogu all his life!

Hahaha ridiculous, I'm really ridiculous, it's just a joke. From now on, I will never write love again! ”

After speaking, Mo Shaogu overturned all the manuscripts and drafts on his desk in despair.

Then he called his son.

"Take all these things out of the yard and burn them for me. Remember to burn to ashes, and you are not allowed to stay at all. ”

Mo Shaogu's son looked at his father blankly, and did not react for a while.

"Did you hear that?"

Mo Fang suddenly came to his senses, and then hurriedly looked at his father.

"Dad, this is your life's work, why do you say it's burned?

Didn't you say this "Riverside" yourself, is this the best poem you have ever written in your life? ”

In his life, Mo Fang admired his father the most.

So at this moment, he couldn't understand it at all.

And Mo Shaogu, after hearing his son's words, snatched this riverside manuscript that he was very proud of.

Then, in the shocked and incredulous eyes of his son, he directly tore the manuscript to shreds.

"Dad, are you crazy, what are you doing?"

Mo Shaogu had a desolate expression: "Pride? Hehehe, I should be proud, proud that I don't know the height of the sky!

Proud of yourself, the name of those contemporary love poets, who have been swaggering and deceiving for so many years?

Hehehehe, what the hell is a poet, what a fucking poet?

It's all fake, it's all fake. If I had written this Queqiao Immortal, I would have died willingly.

Hurry up and burn all these things, I get annoyed when I look at them. ”

Mo Fang is already stupid, his father must be crazy.

"Crazy, crazy, how can this happen? Also, what is this Queqiao Immortal? ”

As he turned to leave the study with his things in his arms, his father's slightly desolate and hoarse voice sounded behind him.

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

Hehehe, Liu Nan, Liu Nan, if you don't die, how many literati will be trampled under your feet and rubbed?

I'm glad you're dead, but I'm glad you're here!

This Queqiao Immortal, I Mo Shaogu can't compare to it in my life.

Even if you write millions of words, you will not be able to beat you Liu Nan's dozens of articles after all! ”

When Mo Fang heard his father's words, his back paused as he left.

Is this the Queqiao Immortal???

Liu Nan's new work?

It's really great, no wonder his father was hit.

……

Ye Weidao also sighed in shock at this moment, he subconsciously picked up the purple sand teapot and took a sip of tea to calm down.

"What a Liu Nan, if he doesn't die, in this great Han literary world, he is the dazzling sun, and no one can look up to him.

A magpie bridge fairy, the pinnacle of love in the world.

Since then, no one has had the courage to write about this kind of poetry and poets in the Han literary circle for at least 20 years.

Because you can't get around this Queqiao Immortal, you can't surpass it. Unless, he, Liu Nan, writes it himself! ”

After speaking, Ye Weidao put down the purple sand teapot and couldn't help but look at the young and dazzling Liu Nan in amazement.

Seriously, at this moment, Ye Weidao really wanted to travel back nine years ago, replace Lin Hai's position, and follow such an immortal-like character.

This Liu Nan, all his friends, will follow him in the future.

In the future, as long as Liu Nan, the god of poetry and words, is mentioned.

It must be inseparable from his friends.

……

"Sisters, see it, I like this man."

Cui Ying watched the live broadcast with some of her friends tonight.

How to say it, as a person who is in the same line as the family, the friends of the urging family are not simple.

There are many other people who are suitors of Urging Ying.

When she said she liked a man, some of them fell in love with him at once.

It's just that when I saw Liu Nan in the live broadcast room, I didn't know what to say.

"What a song of Queqiao Immortal, if the two love is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight!

This man is really good, his romance seems to be engraved in his bones.

This poem, I dare to say that ancient and modern times are first-rate existences. ”

Looking at the way Qi Ying's eyes lit up, some people who admired her also looked at her helplessly.

"Miss Xuan, we don't deny that this Liu Nan is talented.

But he is a man who has died. ”

Qi Ying's eyes dimmed, which is also the most helpless and regrettable place.

Why did such a person go so early?

Obviously, at this age, he is still at the age of elegance, why did he leave like this?

If Liu Nan is still alive, Qi Ying can tell everyone for sure that she wants to chase this man, even if she is a little one, she is happy, and her family has nothing to say.

"Forget it, I suddenly feel bored, continue to watch the live broadcast!"

……

"Brothers and sisters in the live broadcast room, what should I do if I can't find the words to praise Liu Nan now?

I think any compliment is appropriate for him. Do you like tonight's Queqiao Immortal? ”

"Can't you like it? When my girlfriend saw this poem, she immediately cried. ”

"Woo woo I don't like it, I'm on vacation today!

As a result, in the evening in the student group, our Chinese teacher directly posted new homework.

At home, you must memorize this Queqiao Immortal, and next Monday you will directly test Liu Nan, the big bad guy, to write this poem. Woo woo I hate him to death, my vacation! ”

"Poof, kid in front, although you said it was very bleak, why do I still want to laugh?"

……

The disturbances in the live broadcast room disturbed Liu Nan and these people less than nine years ago.

At this moment, Lin Hai also put down the camera and walked into the picture

。 "Anan, you poem...... I love it so much! ”

Liu Nan raised his head and glanced at Lin Hai, who found that Lin Hai was staring at the newly written words.

"Does Brother Hai like it? Then I'll give it to you, and think of it as a gift from me.

I also hope that in the future, Brother Hai, you can find a girl who can make you feel that you are not in the morning and twilight.

When the time comes, this manuscript will not be able to be used as a gift! ”

After speaking, Liu Nan directly picked up the manuscript.

"My God, Brother Nan, why don't you give it to me?"

Yuan Xingcan was in a hurry, he wanted it too! Although he doesn't write poetry, is he also good at art?

He can still see how good this poem is.

So, at the moment, it's a subconscious desire. But after saying that, Yuan Xingcan reacted.

"Ahem, my mouth is scooping, and that subconsciously said it. Brother Hai, don't mind, I won't rob you. ”

Lin Hai will not be polite, he doesn't care about Yuan Xingcan at all, and directly takes over this manuscript of Liu Nan's Queqiao Immortal.

And the audience in the live broadcast room exploded all of a sudden.

"Damn, this is Liu Nan's manuscript! Guys, do you think this manuscript is worth anything? ”

"Hehe, is it worth the money?? I took this word out and put two very words in front of it.

Mr. Liu Nan's manuscript is now invaluable.

Because of his manuscripts, the outside world has basically never leaked out.

Let's estimate according to the level of the three poems of the Yellow Crane Tower, this manuscript of Queqiao Immortal, I am sure that if Mother Hai wants to sell it, as far as I am concerned, I am willing to pay 50 million for the collection. ”

"Hehe, I'm really thinking too much, 50 million can you collect a ghost?

If you get your hands on it, give it to me, and I'll give it 100 million. ”

"Okay, don't fight, don't fight, is it enough for me to pay 10 billion? It's not enough to add another 10 billion, enough when I didn't say it. ”

"Fuck your sister, we're having a discussion, and you're not comfortable running over!"

"It's really valuable, this Queqiao Immortal is definitely a classic among the classics.

In my opinion, it's no less classic than the water-tuned songhead.

One was written as the first Mid-Autumn Festival word in the ages, and this word, I dare to say that it is the top word of love in ancient and modern times.

Do you know, Mingyuelou I heard that 500 million begging for water tune song head manuscript.

This manuscript, although not worth so much, is definitely a lot.

I don't think it's an exaggeration to say 100 million just now.

It's really that Liu Nan's manuscripts are too few, and he is too talented.

Nowadays, in our industry, Mr. Liu Nan has been called the first genius of the Han Dynasty. ”

"Wang Qinlan: I don't recognize him as the first talent of the big man, I do, because I can copy and paste."

"My God, it's really worthy of Liu Da Shixian."

……

The live broadcast is still going on, so let's not go too far.

At this moment, with a song of Queqiao Immortal, it is time for this scene to end.

When the camera switches, and when it appears again, it's a new day.

This is the time to eat breakfast, a bowl of millet porridge, and some light side dishes.

And just as Liu Nan was eating breakfast, suddenly Lin Hai ran over happily.

"Anan, it's a good thing, hahaha, your life is valued by Caotang Publishing House.

And, I've already called to communicate. They intend to publish this one of yours.

Specifically, they want to ask you. ”

Liu Nan raised his head and was also happy.

"Is that so? That's really good, you can dock with them, Brother Hai. There is only one thing, my message is not allowed to appear. ”

Lin Hai understood what Liu Nan meant, he didn't want to be famous again, even if there was a great possibility that this terminal illness could be treated, Liu Nan didn't want to be famous.

So, that's what he's asking for.

Lin Hai nodded: "Don't worry, I know how to do it."

Any message from you, I'll keep them hidden.

By the way, Anan, one more week will be your last treatment. You ......"

Speaking of this, the atmosphere at the dinner table was a little silent.

Yes, it's been almost two months since the treatment, and the last treatment is over.

However, Li Chunyang also said that this last time was the most dangerous. If you can't make it, something may happen.

So, now Lin Hai can't sleep all night, he's really in a hurry!

Liu Nan was very relaxed, and gave Lin Hai a bowl of millet porridge with a smile.

"Brother Hai, don't think about it so much, okay? Life and death are in the sky, and it is useless to worry. Eat well and look forward to the day.

If it can be cured, it is my life, and if it can't be treated, my life is not good. ”

Although Liu Nan said this, Lin Hai still couldn't rest assured, and he couldn't lift his spirits when eating.

(End of chapter)