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"If you really want to do it, then I think about it, I'll only do a little, don't laugh at me if I don't do it well!" Shui Yiren frowned and said, looking like he was chasing ducks to the shelves, frowning and pursing his lips, thinking about it again and again.

Everyone was also interested, waiting to see Shui Yiren make jokes, in their eyes, what good poems can a country girl make, and it would be good to rhyme.

However, the two of them who were following her were calm, and they were also excited for a while, they were also waiting to watch the play, but they were just watching the scene of being slapped in the face.

Although Shui Yiren has been busy with business to support their families, they occasionally sigh and borrow a few lines of poetry, the girls around her have heard of it a long time ago, but they don't know that Shui Yiren is borrowed, only when Shui Yiren has feelings, and they are full of poetry. So I waited with confidence and my head held high.

"Mrs. Yun, if it's embarrassing, forget it." Qian Mei suddenly became a good person again, and in her eyes, Shui Yiren's painstaking and meditative appearance was simply a swollen face and a fat man. Shui Yiren knew that it was not only her, but she thought that many people present thought so.

"People don't stand without faith, since they promise, they must do it, Miss Qian, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't believe in my words." Shui Yiren glanced at Qian Mei and said, "Wait a minute, I'll make it soon." ”

Her unappreciative words made everyone snicker again, and the eyes that looked at Shui Yiren one by one were even more disdainful.

"You still don't bother Madam Yun."

"Yes, I think Mrs. Yun is confident, maybe she can make a splash!" Mrs. Dou followed Mrs. Qian to echo, but the queen had the intention to help Shui Yiren push, but Shui Yiren followed by herself, so she had to sit and wait.

Others think that Shui Yi people are meditating hard, but only Shui Yi people know that they are idle and count sheep in their hearts.

I can't write poems, and I can't memorize them, not to mention that this person has dug the pit well, how embarrassed is she not to help, of course, she is helping others dig the pit a little bigger!

"Mother, it's all my fault for being reckless, knowing that Mrs. Yun entered the palace for the first time, I was nervous and asked her to compose poems, Mrs. Yun or you should not think about it, no one will laugh at you if you can't do it." Qian Mei said worriedly, but there was a sarcasm and disdain in her eyes. However, as soon as she finished speaking, she heard Shui Yiren's elegant and gentle voice.

"The eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, who is white-haired? The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops. The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed. ”

Shui Yiren's voice was soft and slow, and as her words spread, everyone's minds immediately presented a simple and comfortable rural peasant family, which can be said to be colorful, vivid, and vivid life.

There is no thick brush and bright ink outline, just the straightforward white stroker technique, which depicts the different faces and moods of this old and young family meticulously.

If everyone was waiting to see the jokes of the Shui Yi people, but now they were only surprised, shocked, and embarrassed.

Just a few sentences, simple and straightforward.

But whether it is the scenery, objects, people or feelings, they are all depicted so vividly, and they also have a strong breath of life, as if they are alive. If it is not a big deal, it is difficult to achieve such artistic conception.

But people actually said that they would only be a little bit, and they really believed it and wanted to see other people's jokes, who are the jokes now!

"What's the matter, why don't you speak, isn't it?" Shui Yiren asked shyly, "I'm a countryman, unlike everyone here who is full of poems and books, it's not good not to laugh, I'm at this level." ”

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