Sister Yu spoke, and the young ladies squeezed to make a place for him, but fortunately, the table was big enough, and it was still spacious to put an extra chair, and Jiang Anyang did it next to Wu Xinyue. Mo Ruyu looked at Jiang Anyang and said, "I have never heard Mr. Jiang read the poem just now, I don't know who did it?" "Oh, I studied the Tao with my master in the mountains, and I saw it from the books, but I don't know who did it." "That's it!" Mo Ruyu looked pityful, but said, "Then Mr. Jiang still remembers the whole poem?" "I still remember this." The original poem is: The oblique shadow of the green building is sparse, and the lover is as good as the first look. Slender hands are like jade fat, and light makeup is better than Luo Shi. Introduce the gentleman into the incense hall, and talk about the present and the ancient. Junxincheng is earnest, and the concubine is affectionate. The covenant of three lives was made, and the song under the moon was composed. Unexpectedly, the mandarin duck sticks are lovesick and bitter. Even if there is faith in the pillar, there is no tolerance for the world. The gentleman is unparalleled in the world, and the stranger is like jade. You can't live with the world, but you can return to the land with the same. I adapted two of the sentences to make you laugh. ”

And Mo Ruyu obviously didn't listen to him much, and was still immersed in poetry. Obviously, this is a poem made by a woman, about falling in love with her lover but not being together, the poem is tactful and poignant, and people can't help but cry. Wow, she was really crying, not only Mo Ruyu was crying, but there were also a few young ladies wiping the corners of their eyes, no, it's just a poem! Wu Xinyue next to her was pretending to cry, and the corners of her mouth were too obvious. After a while, Mo Ruyu stopped her tears, "I'm sorry, let Mr. Jiang smile, I like to read poetry very much, once I immerse myself in it, it will be like this." "No, no, no, Miss Mo is emotional, affectionate and sexual, and she sheds tears when she hears poetry, and the ancients are not as good as her. Wu Xinyue slapped him below, I didn't see that your kid was quite good at flirting with girls! Jiang Anyang probably understood what she meant, so he didn't say anything.

Mo Ruyu said: "Since Mr. Jiang has started, let's come in order, Xiaowen, it's up to you." Zhou Xiaowen, who was sitting next to Jiang Anyang, was obviously not ready, took out a notebook and stammered it, and when she finished reading, Mo Ruyu said: "This is what you wrote according to Li Qingzhao's "Dream Order", don't write ancient poems next time, or write modern poems, the modern poems you wrote last time are good." "I know, Sister Yu. Zhou Xiaowen was relieved. In this way, every young lady has to read a poem, Mo Ruyu to evaluate the quality of their writing, and give suggestions for improvement, after she changed the poem became much smoother, and the artistic conception is also different. I have to say that Mo Ruyu is a real cultural person, and he has poetry and books in his belly. When it came to Fang Wenqian, she took out her notebook and read: "Gently I go, just as I come gently, I gently beckon, as the clouds of the western sky。。。。。 Hearing Fan Wenqian read out this poem, Wu Xinyue's face turned white, and she said secretly: Oh no.

I saw Wu Xinyue pulling her sleeve, and the notebook she handed over read: Help me write a poem, my poem and Xiaoqian's are heavier. Jiang Anyang took the pen, and he didn't know what poems to write for a while, you must know that Mo Ruyu is a talented woman, and she can't say that she runs through the past and the present, but with her literary attainments, if she wants to write a random poem to get by, then wait for criticism. Jiang Anyang cried when he saw a young lady being reprimanded. Writing a few lines of poetry in the notebook, Zhou Xiaowen on the side looked a little envious in her eyes, and knew that she would also let him help write a poem. After Fang Wenqian finished reading, Mo Ruyu said: "This is "Farewell Kangqiao" in Mr. Xu Zhimo's poetry collection just published. Fang Wenqian pouted, "I know, but I feel that the artistic conception of this poem is very beautiful, so I recommend it to everyone." Mo Ruyu glanced at her helplessly, every time she was like this, but she refused to write poems by herself. Mo Ruyu looked at Wu Xinyue next to her, "Xiaoyue, it's your turn." ”

Wu Xinyue stood up and read with a notebook: "Hongyan is far away, lovesick and bitter, several times, it is difficult to deal with each other." Ten years of love and a hundred years of love, do not cut lovesickness and can't bear to care. The bell is swallowing, the flowers are withering, and the figure is gradually disappearing. Mo Ruyu savored the poem carefully, and Xiao Yue saw that Sister Yu didn't speak, so she sat down again. Mo Ruyu was silent for a long time, "Xiaoyue, you didn't write it, and you only wrote half of it." "Ahh Wu Xinyue grabbed the flesh on Jiang Anyang's arm and rotated it three hundred and sixty degrees. Jiang Anyang screamed in pain, Mo Ruyu took Wu Xinyue's notebook and glanced at it, "Xiaoyue, this is not your handwriting, I think it was written by Mr. Jiang." Seeing Mo Ruyu's opinion, Jiang Anyang had no choice but to confess: "I wrote it, please don't blame Miss Wu." Wu Xinyue heard him speak for herself, her heart was sweet, and her little hand was removed from his arm.

"Mr. Jiang is really knowledgeable, I wonder if you can tell me the second half of the poem?" Jiang Anyang saw that Mo Ruyu was a poetry idiot, and his eyes lit up when he heard that there was a new poem. "I didn't have time to finish writing just now, so I'll read it to you, the whole poem is: Hongyan is far away, lovesick and bitter, a few meanings, difficult to pay. Ten years of love and a hundred years of love, no lovesickness can not bear to care! The bell is swallowed, the flowers are withering, and the figure is gradually thinning and the temples are like frost. Affectionate bitterness, lifelong bitterness, infatuation is only for ruthless suffering. The heart is bitter, endurance and review, regret is not enough, and it is difficult to get along. Jin Ling is crisp and blood-devouring mistaken, and he has always been infatuated all his life. The end of the world has never been far, and children have always been stupid. The sky is high and the sea is 80,000 feet wide, and all living beings are prostrate. The stars are ten thousand points, the moon is bright, and the sky is cold, cold as frost. It's ridiculous that all things are like dogs, and whoever is covered with rain will turn the clouds! Xiaosonggang, the moon is like frost, and people are like fluttering flowers and hurt for more than ten years, three thousand years, I hope that we will not forget each other. ”

Oops! Mo Ruyu started crying again, she knew she wouldn't read this kind of sad poem. Wu Xinyue gave him a thumbs up, meaning that he did a good job. This poem is long, and Mo Ruyu's tears fell for a while and then erased it, but it can be seen that she is in a bad mood, simply put, she is depressed when she reads poetry. "Mr. Jiang, is this also a poem in your master's collection of classics?" "Well, yes, it's about the love and hatred of a couple of immortal cultivators, all of which are made up by their predecessors, and they can't be true. "Mr. Jiang's words are wrong, and some people fabricate them to indicate that this incident happened in the first place, so it was recorded. In the past, I consciously read a lot of books, and I knew all the four books and five classics, but today I met Mr. Jiang to understand that there is a sky outside the sky, and I am ashamed to be like jade. "I'm so good at complimenting you. At this time, a girl's voice sounded: "Sister Yu, I think this surnamed Jiang is a liar, holding a few crooked poems to coax us, don't be fooled." ”

Wu Xinyue couldn't bear to slander Wu Xinyue like this, so she slapped the table and said angrily: "Jiang Lili, you make it clear, how did the little Taoist coax you?" "Yo, I'm still angry, we are a poetry club, and what we are doing is a young lady who has not yet left the cabinet, what is the matter with you suddenly bringing a man, if you can't write poems, you can find a helper, you can." Jiang Lili's casual attitude completely angered Wu Xinyue, and she was about to smash the water cup on the table when she picked it up, but Jiang Anyang grabbed her hand, "Little Taoist, you let me go." "Calm down. Jiang Anyang pressed her back into the chair, turned her head to Jiang Lili and said, "This Miss Jiang, have I offended you?" "When we met for the first time, I couldn't talk about offending, but I just didn't like you." "Oh, I see, what I look like is given by my parents, and I can't change it myself, but there are some things that can be changed. Miss Jiang said just now that none of the ladies who are doing it have come out of the cabinet, but I am afraid that it is an exaggeration. ”

Jiang Lili snorted coldly: "What nonsense are you talking about, which one of you are doing is not everyone's lady, you don't want to slander us." As soon as these words came out, the young ladies all glared at him angrily, "I have been cultivating with my master in the mountains for many years, and I know a little about the art of face-to-face. Miss Jiang's eyes were watery, and there was a coquettish look between her eyebrows, thinking that she had just lost her body. Jiang Lili stood up suddenly, "You are talking nonsense, Wu Xinyue, take care of your dog, if he is barking, I will sink him to the Huangpu River." "You dare. Wu Xinyue objected, but was stopped by Jiang Anyang, "I don't talk nonsense, Miss Jiang understands in her heart that the palace sand on your arm is gone." Sure enough, Jiang Lili subconsciously put her arms behind her, but in doing so, she also exposed her thoughts. Jiang Anyang smiled and said, "Miss Jiang doesn't need to be in a hurry, as long as Mr. Jiang doesn't know, are you right?"

This is a heart-wrenching word, Jiang Lili's face changed suddenly when she heard this, and finally couldn't help but burst into foul language, pointing at Jiang Anyang and shouting, "You... You fart. Fang Wenqian on the side saw a snow-white patch on her arm, "Xiaoli, the sand on your arm... Before she finished speaking, Jiang Lili withdrew her arm and pulled her sleeve. "I still have something to do, so I'll go first. After saying that, he pushed the door with his things and left. The people in the room, you look at me, I look at you, it is obvious that what Jiang Anyang said is true. Jiang Anyang looked at Mo Ruyu, "Miss Mo, I'm really sorry to disrupt your poetry meeting, please forgive me." Mo Ruyu said curiously: "Mr. Jiang really knows how to look at the face, how did you know that Xiaoli was lost?" "Seeing the face is only one aspect, I listened to the poem she read just now, the content is missing her lover, plus some verbal temptations, the result is self-evident." Mo Ruyu nodded and looked at the young ladies, "Jiang Lili violated women's morality, and now she will be removed from the poetry club, if you also want to learn from her, then I will never hold any poetry meetings in the future." Seeing that Sister Yu was angry, a group of young ladies said, "I know Sister Yu." "We're not going to learn from her." Seeing them assuring them one by one, Mo Ruyu was relieved.

The poetry meeting ended, and the crowd dispersed. Mo Ruyu repeatedly told them not to tell them about today's incident, in order to protect Jiang Lili's reputation, and the young ladies repeatedly promised not to say it. Mo Ruyu originally wanted to invite Jiang Anyang to go home and sit down, but after Jiang Lili's incident, it was better to distance herself from him. Wu Xinyue took Jiang Anyang back home happily, talking about Jiang Lili all the way, this Jiang Lili was arrogant, she wanted to be the boss when she first entered the poetry club, but unfortunately her cultural level was not enough, and she was so pressed by Mo Ruyu that she couldn't raise her head, she didn't expect to be so ugly today, if it spreads, I'm afraid that all Shanghai will laugh at her. Back at the Wu family manor, it was already dark, but the manor was brightly lit, and after the two entered the door, they saw Wu Yaozu sitting in the living room drinking tea, Wu Xinyue trotted over and put her arm around him, "Dad, you came back early today." ”

"Well, I came back early without anything. Where have you been today? "Dad, I went to Sister Yu's poetry meeting with the little Taoist priest. Wu Yaozu glanced at Jiang Anyang and motioned for him to sit, and Jiang Anyang sat on the sofa with his head bowed. "Oh, is there any good poetry again?" "Well, but today is the best poem written by the little Taoist, Sister Yu cried on the spot after listening to it. "Oh, I didn't expect you kid to write poetry, and you have some ability to make the Mo family girl cry. "It's all done by the predecessors, and the trail is just copied, and I don't dare to take credit." "Dad, what's more, Jiang Lili's dead girl is making trouble for me, the little Taoist priest will meet her, and she will be scared to lose her body, and she will run away with her tail between her legs. Jiang Anyang shook his head secretly, you just promised people not to say it, but I didn't expect to say it to my father as soon as I got home, saying that you are simple, you are not simple. Say you're scheming, your brain isn't very good.

"Hahaha, if Jiang Cripple knew that his daughter was missing, he would still be angry and discounted his crutches. As if he had imagined the picture of the other party throwing his crutches, Wu Yaozu laughed and laughed for a while: "Xiaoyue, let's just talk about this at home, don't spread it, otherwise Jiang Cripple will have to go crazy." "Uh-huh, I won't tell. "Okay, let's eat, Xiao Jiang, come and have two drinks with me." "Yes, Mr. Wu. "Wu Yaozu is not used to eating Western food, so what he makes at home is Chinese food, many years in the mountains, how can he have seen such a sumptuous meal, Jiang Anyang ate it in a big gulp, and during the period, he also pushed the cup with Wu Yaozu to change the lamp. This meal was actually eaten for three hours, and Wu Xinyue and her third aunt had already left the table. Only the two of them were still drinking, Wu Yaozu patted Jiang Anyang on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Jiang, you are a talent, follow me to the gang tomorrow to do things." Jiang Anyang burped, "Thanks to Mr. Wu, he can afford it, but there are orders, Jiang Anyang is duty-bound." "Okay, come, drink again. ”

When he woke up early the next morning, Jiang Anyang had a splitting headache, and he had never drunk alcohol in the mountains at once, so he inevitably had some headaches. Damn, this Wu Yaozu is a wine barrel, he can't drink more in the future, it's easy to make mistakes, I don't know if he said something that shouldn't be said yesterday. After getting dressed, I went downstairs and saw Wu Yaozu and they were having breakfast. Wu Xinyue saw him and hurriedly took care of him, "Little Taoist, look, this is today's newspaper, and there are your poems on it." Jiang Anyang took the newspaper and saw that there was a board with Crescent Digest written on it, and Jiang Anyang's two poems were in it. "Sister Ruyu is the vice president of the newspaper, and the poems promoted by her are widely circulated, little Taoist, you are now famous. Jiang Anyang smiled, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad, Wu Yaozu took a sip of porridge, "Xiao Jiang's writing is really good, but I don't like this poem of love and love, it's too sour, is there anything domineering." "Yes, when a tiger is angry, ten thousand wolves come out, and the hegemony rises up and dies in the world. Swinging three million lions, I am the craziest when I step on the mountains and rivers. ”

Wu Yaozu just asked casually, but he didn't expect Jiang Anyang to come when he opened his mouth, "Okay, good, I'm the craziest, this poem is good, go back and let people write it and put it in my room, I see who dares to laugh at me for being uneducated." Wu Xinyue slapped him, "Little Taoist, it's okay, just open your mouth to write a poem, and you will write my poem when I go to the poetry meeting in the future." The third aunt said: "Don't talk about it, hurry up and eat, it won't taste good if it's cold." Xiao Jiang, write a song for me when you go back. "Yes, Mrs. Wu. After breakfast, Jiang Anyang followed Boss Wu to the wharf, and when the workers passing by saw them, they all bowed their heads and shouted hello to Master Hu. "When I was young, I was carrying sacks here, and foreigners didn't treat us as human beings, so I took the lead in resisting and formed the Black Tiger Hall. ”

At this moment, a sturdy man came over, and when he saw him, Jiang Anyang was on guard, this person was a master, at least stronger than himself. "Xiao Jiang, this is my second brother Yan Ming, just call him Brother Ming. Jiang Anyang arched his hand and said: "Jiang Anyang has seen Brother Ming." Brother Ming nodded and said to Wu Yaozu: "Big brother, this is the little Taoist you said, he is quite handsome." "Ha, Xiao Jiang is different from us rough people, he is a really literate person, I asked him to be a helper for you, you first take him to familiarize himself with the things on the dock, and then arrange an errand for him." "Well, Xiaojiang, come with me. "Okay, then Mr. Wu, I'll go. "Well, go ahead. ”