Tea.

Poetry.

Moon.

The atmosphere tonight is really harmonious.

Poems one after another, written in the book between talking and laughing.

"Mr. Liu, this poem was written very well just now."

"Haha, Mr. Zhao's song is even better."

"Each other, each other."

"Come on, come on, let's continue, I think Professor Feng is already finished, right?"

"Professor Feng's poem, I'm really looking forward to it."

In the whole room, everyone has basically already written.

Soon, Feng Jiahua also completed.

He smiled and seemed to be very satisfied with today's work, but his words were full of modesty, "Teacher Ye is here, I'm just offering ugliness, just listen to it." ”

"Professor Feng is too modest."

"We definitely can't evaluate Mr. Ye's works, let alone touch them, but Professor Feng's is more real."

"Professor Feng, please."

In the midst of compliments, Feng Jiahua recited his work with emotion.

"Good!"

"Professor Feng wrote well."

"It's a rare masterpiece."

"This is the only way to see Professor Feng's true skills, and he really deserves to be the mainstay of the Ancient Literature Association."

There was applause in the warm pavilion.

Feng Jiahua raised the teacup and said with a smile: "Everyone has praised and praised." "The posture is very modest, but the heart is definitely beautiful.

Of course, the reason why Professor Feng's posture is so low today is mainly because Ye is falling to the side.

If Ye Luo was not there, then Feng Jiahua would definitely not be like this now.

After a lively time, everyone set their eyes on Ye Luo's body.

Everyone is still self-aware and knows who is the brick and who is the jade.

Ye Luo, the great god, is here, wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't get a taste of the masterpiece?

"Teacher Ye?"

"How's it going?"

"We're mainly throwing bricks and bricks, and you have to come to this finale."

"Teacher Ye, let's have a song."

"Today's beautiful scenery is ahead, if you can hear a poem made by Mr. Ye again, it will really be worth the trip."

Everyone was applauded, and Fu Jinsheng stood up and said, "Teacher Ye, I am fortunate to be able to taste tea with you today, which is really a blessing for our three lives." His posture was lower than Feng Jiahua's, he was accompanied by a smiling face throughout the whole process, and his language and body were extremely respectful, "Everyone also takes this opportunity to learn and learn, do you appreciate your face?" ”

Ye Luo's mouth was full of wine, "Mr. Fu, you are really too polite, I am young in the audience, so it stands to reason that I should be regarded as a junior." I really feel good about the poems you have written. I didn't drink less wine today, but I was a little dizzy. It's not that I don't want to write, it's mainly that I really drank too much. ”

Ye Luo had indeed drunk too much just now, but after drinking tea for a while, the wine was actually almost sober. However, at this time, Ye Luo looked like he had drunk too much.

But Fu Jinsheng was even more enthusiastic, "Teacher Ye, you are too modest in what you said. The so-called wine is not separated, shouldn't drinking wine be more poetic? I think it's a good time for you to be in this state. ”

There was also someone next to him, "Yes, Mr. Ye, you are so humble." ”

"Teacher Ye, give us a long look."

"Is Teacher Ye disgusted with our small group of literati?"

Fu Jinsheng scolded with a cold face, "Nonsense! Is Mr. Ye that kind of person? ”

The man just now smiled and hurriedly apologized, "It's me who lost my words, Mr. Ye, I'll make amends to you with tea instead of wine." ”

Fu Jinsheng put on a smiling face again, "Teacher Ye, don't be like him, he has no malicious intentions, he just wants to see your demeanor too much." ”

Ye Luoqian smiled and nodded, "Understood." But he didn't continue to say anything, but glanced at Feng Jiahua.

Feng Jiahua didn't speak just now, he was thinking about what Ye Luo told him before.

Did Fu Jinsheng really ask his daughter to prepare the old man in advance?

At this time, he really didn't see this trend, but what Ye Luo said, he had to think more.

Moreover, Fu Jinsheng seemed to be a little too enthusiastic about Ye Luo just now.

With Ye Luo's status, if he wants to write or not, who can force him?

Not to mention forcing him, just like Fu Jinsheng's enthusiastic persuasion, it may also make Ye Luo disgusted.

Especially now that Ye Luo does seem to have drunk a little too much, when he is drunk, let Ye Luo write poems, can this bring out the true level of Teacher Ye?

Saying that the wine is not separated, that is just rhetoric.

If it was usual, Feng Jiahua wouldn't think much about it. But at this time, he felt that Fu Jinsheng seemed to be a little too enthusiastic.

He seems to want Ye Luo to write a poem too much.

Is this a delusion?

Feng Jiahua is not sure.

Until, when he saw Ye Luo looking at him, Feng Jiahua pondered for a while, and then said with a smile: "Jin Sheng, you may not know, Teacher Ye's alcohol consumption is really not good. When we were in the imperial capital, he couldn't drink a glass of liquor, but now that we came to Chengde and met such a group of new friends, he really didn't drink less. ”

Everyone listened quietly.

Feng Jiahua continued: "That's it, let Mr. Ye rest and rest, and when he is in a break and sobers up, he will write." ”

"Teacher Ye, what do you say?" Feng Jiahua is really not sure about the current situation, and he also hopes to hear Ye Luo's work on this occasion today. After all, after this wears out, some of them have a light on their faces.

Enjoy the snow poems with Mr. Ye, if you make a bad scene, you may be able to leave a name in history.

Therefore, Feng Jiahua's words are not satisfied.

Ye Luo didn't say anything, neither agreed nor refuted.

However, Fu Jinsheng got off the donkey, and laughed, "That's good, that's good, it just so happens that the little girl also wrote a poem, so let's throw bricks and lead the jade first, let Mr. Ye and the teachers give guidance together, and when Mr. Ye sobers up, the finale will be finale in a while, and we will be considered successful today." ”

"Ah, my niece wrote it too?"

"It's good, it's good, hurry up, read it out and listen to everyone."

"While Teacher Ye is here, my niece will behave well."

"It's also an honor to be in front of Mr. Ye."

"My niece was really lucky today."

Everyone responded enthusiastically, and some applauded.

But Ye Luo had a playful expression, he knew that today's incident should be inseparable from what he expected.

And Feng Jiahua also frowned, and then looked at Fu Jinsheng expressionlessly.

Fu Ruixue is really going to write poetry?

Could it be that Mr. Ye said it?

At this time, Fu Ruixue seemed to stand up a little cramped.

She first glanced down at Ye Luo, and then puffed up her chest and began to read her work.

This is a poem, and the beginning is extremely expressive. This sentence alone made the audience look sideways.

Soon, the song ended.

And Fu Jinsheng didn't seem to think it was enjoyable enough, so he took pen and ink and asked Fu Ruixue to write it again.

One thing to say, the level of this poem is indeed very high. is even two grades better than Feng Jiahua's poem just now. In addition, her calligraphy is also very beautiful, and the words complement each other, which can be said to be quite perfect.

At the scene, everyone also looked at each other.

Although they have been coaxing Fu Jinsheng, no one expected that Fu Ruixue would prepare such a poem!

Yes, no one is stupid.

Such a poem was made by Fu Ruixue on the spot?

Don't be funny!

Although Fu Ruixue is indeed relatively talented among the younger generation. But in such a short period of time, she could write such a work?

Not to mention Fu Ruixue, even Feng Jiahua can't.

You must know that poetry needs to be carefully scrutinized, like the kind of improvisation that can be natural, it is a genius like Ye Luo. In the whole history, such a person can leave a few strokes.

But how many geniuses are there?

Now in this whole era, they have only seen Ye Luo alone.

To be honest, it is really rare for an era to produce a genius in poetry.

Don't look at so many great poets in history, but how long is history? Ordinary time is the mainstream.

Therefore, when Fu Ruixue finished reading this poem, everyone understood what was going on.

Compared with the lively atmosphere just now, the atmosphere at this time seems a little subtle.

Many people lowered their heads and drank tea on their own.

They came to this party today and knew what this party meant, but they were willing to give face to the old Fu family.

But the question is, your old Fu family can't use us as stepping stones, right?

Co-authored you asked your daughter to prepare a poem in advance, and then fooled us to write it first, and then after writing your daughter, she stood up and shocked the four seats, this special mother is too clumsy, right?

They can all think that tomorrow the relevant newspapers will be published, tonight Fu Ruixue in front of a group of old-timers in the literary world, in order to make a name for herself in the literary world.

The big guy doesn't mind helping Fu Ruixue, but in this way, everyone is naturally uncomfortable. It's just that it's not easy to show at this time.

"That's a very good word."

"My niece is really talented."

"Well, old man, your family is really a literary star, I am really ashamed to be able to write such a work in such a short time."

"I think, your daughter will be able to catch up with Teacher Ye in two years, hehe."

There were several voices in the room.

Fu Jinsheng naturally knew that what he was doing was not authentic, but the smile on his face remained undiminished, and his demeanor was still so free, "Haha, what are you talking about, Rui Xue still has to rely on you teachers to support her, she is just a coincidence, how dare she touch Teacher Porcelain Ye?" As he spoke, he looked at Ye Luo, "Teacher Ye, do you think Ruixue's poem is okay?" Can it get into the eye? ”

To be honest, what he was looking forward to very much was Ye Luo's evaluation. Of course, he is looking forward to whether Ye Luo will write poetry in the end.

In fact, it came to this.

Even if Ye Luo continues to insist on not writing, Fu Jinsheng will have materials to brag about after that.

Ye Luo, a giant in the literary world, did not write a word at the literary meeting after reading Fu Ruixue's poems.

Such a news report can simply make Fu Ruixue take off directly.

Of course, even if Ye Luo started writing, Fu Jinsheng was not afraid. Looking at Ye Luo's current state, it is obvious that the wine has not woken up yet.

In such a state, Fu Jinsheng did not believe that Ye Luo could really write any peerless works.

The poem prepared by his daughter, which has been polished for a long time, is definitely top class in terms of quality.

"It's decent, it's okay."

Ye Luo took a sip of tea and said without being salty or light.

Fu Jinsheng was still smiling, and he arched his hand towards Ye Luo, with a humble attitude, "Please also ask Teacher Ye for some advice." Looking at his posture, those who don't know really think that he is humbly asking for advice.

Feng Jiahua said coldly: "Jin Sheng, Teacher Ye drank too much today, let's give advice another day." ”

He and Fu Jinsheng have known each other for a long time, and they can be regarded as having the same family, but Fu Jinsheng's performance today is really disappointing to him.

He let himself be a stepping stone, and Feng Jiahua didn't say a word. However, now he actually wants to use Ye Luo to pave the way for Fu Ruixue, which is definitely difficult for Feng Jiahua to accept.

If it weren't for the face of the deceased teacher, Feng Jiahua would definitely be sprayed at this time.

Fu Jinshan is still the same smiling face, as if this smile is engraved on his face, no matter what he does, it is this smiling appearance.

"Professor Feng, this opportunity today is really rare. I saw that Mr. Ye's face was not so red, and I thought that the wine should be awake. He looked at Ye Luo and prayed respectfully: "Just give me a few words, Rui Xue has admired you for a long time." ”

The tone is respectful.

Sincerity.

But he did something like stabbing people.

Ye Luo couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it is definitely a kind of ability to make things tense and harmonious on the surface.

Fu Jinsheng can be regarded as a lesson to Ye Luo today, he looks smiling on the surface, and he always looks respectful, but who knows if he will dig a pit for you?

That's all for now, Ye Luo can't continue to stretch out, "Just point out, although you all call me a teacher, but I'm not a real teacher." I'm really not very good at teaching students this kind of thing. ”

He got up slowly, glanced around, and said softly: "Since everyone has written it, then I will also be ugly." Ye Luo paused, then glanced at Fu Ruixue again, and finally fell on Fu Jinsheng, "I said just now, this poem written by my niece is decent and okay." It's not that I'm oversighted, it's mainly about snow, which can't be written like that. ”

Ye Luo smiled, he also learned from Fu Jinsheng. With the warmest smile on his face, he said the most piercing words on his lips.

Fu Jinsheng's face twitched, but soon a smile came back on, "Teacher Ye, please." "But I really sneered in my heart, anyone can blow it, although you Ye Luo is famous, but this is too much, right?

Is this word just decent? Can it only be regarded as written?

You just blow it!

I'd like to see what you can do in such a short time!

The other people at the scene also glanced at each other, although they didn't speak, but everyone thought the same thing.

"Teacher Ye ......"

Feng Jiahua wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ye Luo's look.

Ye Luo originally just wanted to see a lively scene, but Fu Jinsheng was really greedy, so he had to pull Ye Luo to build momentum for Fu Ruixue.

Since this is the case, Ye Luo simply gave him this opportunity.

Isn't it just writing poetry?

Ye Luo really wasn't afraid!

(End of chapter)