There was silence all around, and there was no wind at the moment, and even the fallen leaves in the forest gently placed themselves on the ground, for fear of making a little noise and breaking the silence here.

The expression of loss on Wenwen's face was swept away, and her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the fat man Hu, and a flash of surprise flashed under her eyes.

The voices of the dark circles and the other people who laughed at him stopped abruptly as if they were being choked by a large invisible hand.

After the silence, the noise erupted again, and there was a rush of people on their backs all around.

The dark circles under his eyes kept coughing violently, and he took a deep breath of air greedily, and finally recovered, raising his eyes and looking at the fat man in disbelief. Muttered, "No, I don't believe it. I don't believe that this fat man like a pig can write such a poem, why, why?"

The others turned crimson and began a lively discussion with each other.

"It's so wet, it's a good poem. ”

"Yes, although the first three sentences are mediocre, the last sentence is wonderful. ”

"Yes, yes, this best sentence is really ingenious, and it is several times better to put it here than to take it out directly. ”

Peng Geluo listened, turned his head and looked at Wencheng with a shocked expression. Others don't know what's going on, he doesn't know yet? This poem was clearly written by Wencheng to help the fat man.

Wen Cheng was embarrassed by him, and sighed in his heart for a while, "Classical poetry is really a big killer in this era! "It's not just copying, but it's still copying to let this fat man take it to pick up girls, and it makes Wencheng embarrassed.

Seeing that Peng Geluo's eyes were gradually full of admiration when he looked at him, Wen Cheng smiled apologetically: "Brother Peng, don't get me wrong, this poem was not written by me, it was written by someone else." I just heard it by chance, so I taught the fat man to use it to prop up the façade. "Copying poems is forced to be helpless, and I have to do it as a last resort. But if you even copy the names of your predecessors, it will be too tasteless, and Wencheng can't do such a tasteless thing.

"Oh, is it?" Peng Geluo's face was calm, his starry eyes stared at Wen Cheng tightly, and he replied casually. Obviously, he still had doubts in his heart, and asked, "Since it was written by someone else, can Brother Wen tell me which great talent wrote this poem, so that I can admire it?"

As soon as these words came out, Wen Cheng's smile froze, "What is the name of this poem? Who wrote it?" Damn, Wen Cheng also forgot where he saw this poem, and he didn't even know the name, let alone who the author was?

But don't panic in case of trouble, make up a story first.

Wencheng's face was dark, and he looked up at the sky, as if he was trying his best to recall something, "It was a day ten years ago, the snow was falling, and an old man with a hobbling step ......."

Before Wen Cheng could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Peng Geluo waving his hand.

"Alright, alright. If you don't want to say it, forget it, there's no need to make up this kind of story that a three-year-old child doesn't believe to prevaricate me. ”

Yes, you yourself understand that it is the best, lest you have to think of a story to fool Guan Wencheng secretly.

Peng Geluo clasped his fists with both hands and arched his hand towards Wen Cheng, and said with a smile: "Brother Wen is talented, admirable, and what is even more rare is Brother Wen's attitude of treating fame and fortune into the clouds. ”

Wen Cheng looked at Peng Geluo silently, and only then did he suddenly realize that Hu Fatzi called him right, this is a nerd. You don't understand what people are saying, or what's wrong? You still don't believe me when you say that I didn't write it.

Forget it, forget it, don't bother to bother with him.

Not only the people around him, but also the poems read by Hu Fatzi exclaimed, and even the daughter of Taishou was moved.

I saw her stand up rarely, bow her head and savor in a deep voice: "The first three sentences are mediocre, and the last sentence is the finishing touch." It gives people the feeling of standing on the ground one moment and soaring into the sky the next. Good poems! Today's poetry meeting, this poem probably deserves to be the first. There is no bias in this statement, what is really this Yongxue poem is exquisite.

There were only those in the circle who nodded frequently, and none of them refuted it, and even the dark circles kept silent about it.

"Wenwen, thank you Master Hu. ”

Hu Kaibin saw the beautiful woman in front of him, bowed to him, leaned over and lowered his eyebrows, and smiled shallowly. He suddenly felt as if he was struck by a great sense of joy, and he went from head to toe. When the beauty has gone away, she hasn't come back to her senses.

Hu Kaibin returned to the futon with a smile.

Wen Cheng glanced at him worriedly, tugged at his sleeve, and said, "Are you okay?"

Turning his head to look at Wencheng, Hu Kaibin smiled happily, "She knows that my surname is Hu, and she actually knows that my surname is Hu." ”

Seeing this, Wen Cheng wanted to hold his forehead with his hand, "It's over, this kid is either useless, or he fell into the pit, and he is completely hopeless." ”

The titles of the following poems are nothing appealing. It's basically a hasty finish, with a tiger-like taste. There is no way, Hu Fatzi Yongxue poems cover the audience. It's like a person who has already eaten a high-class feast, and if you continue to let him eat coarse tea and light rice, everyone will be in a lack of interest.

As soon as the poem is finished, the poetry meeting ends here. For the rest, if you are interested, continue to visit this Nanlin Garden. After all, this Nanlin Garden is not open to the public on weekdays, and it is still more attractive to people who have not been here. If you are not interested in this, then you can naturally go back on your own.

Although Peng Geluo is not here for the first time, he is now by the side of the beauty, and he will let go of this opportunity to travel with the beauty, so he naturally wants to continue to stay. Hu Fat Man is the same, with a stubby neck stretched out, like a fat long-necked beast, and his eyes are cast on Miss Wenwen's side.

Although Wencheng was coming for the first time, he had no interest in visiting Nanlin Garden, so he carried the treasure knife and walked down the mountain alone.

Within a few steps, Wen Cheng felt a footstep following him. When I turned around, it was the pearl who followed.

Wen Cheng glanced into the distance and found that there were still many people who were paying attention to him, and Peng Geluo was even more frowning at him from afar. The obscene expression made people want to slam their fists in his face at first sight. However, without Wen Cheng's hands, the people around him would not let him go. I saw that the obscene smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and it turned into a difficult endurance of pain. Sang Yizhu sat beside him with a smile, as if what happened to him had nothing to do with her.

Mingzhu's face was slightly red, and when she saw Wen Cheng turn around, she slowed down her steps, but she still walked towards him steadfastly.

A lady of all the people, being able to walk towards a man without hesitation in front of everyone, even Wencheng had to admire her courage.

Standing in front of Wencheng, Mingzhu clasped his hands, shallow and blessed, and said: "Little woman, surnamed Le Fangfei." I've seen Childe. Le Fangfei stood in front of Wencheng, standing in style, with her hair like clouds, bright eyes and bright teeth, and a graceful figure. Standing quietly in front of Wencheng like this brought him a thrilling sense of beauty, which was coming towards him. The key thing is that she is also very tall, and her standard nine-headed body can be almost on par with Wencheng.

However, Wen Cheng caught a glimpse of her fingers hidden in her sleeves, constantly rubbing her clothes, as if she was holding back something. It seems that she was able to keep up, and it took a lot of courage.

Thinking of this, Wen Cheng clasped his hands together and said, "Under the surname Wen, the single name is a city." Miss Le is polite, is Miss Le also a person? Why don't you and me go together?"

"Good. Le Fangfei's voice was like a mosquito and a fly whispering. If it weren't for Wen Cheng's deaf eyes and clear eyes, and his five senses beyond ordinary people's words, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to hear what she said.

Wencheng led the way, and Le Fangfei followed and walked out of the courtyard together.

As soon as the two left, the others began to talk.

"What is Lego Feet for?"

Someone laughed out loud, without the slightest scruples, "What else can you do, naturally that's it." ”

"No, that guy can see Lego feet? No, he's not blind. ”

Smack, the dark circles waved his hand to open the fan, with a pretentious gesture, "That's not necessarily." Although Lego's feet are not in our eyes, her family is still good, at least rich. The man surnamed Wen is just a vulgar martial artist, and if you want me to see his Lego legs, they are all climbing high. ”

As soon as the words came out, everyone around them was silent.

None of the people present were fools, knowing that this black circle and Wencheng were not dealing with it, he was deliberately retaliating. When he spoke at this time, did he echo the dark circles under his eyes, or did he refute him? If he echoed his words, he felt that his IQ was touching, and he was used as a knife. Refuted his words, these people don't know Wencheng, let alone have any dealings, so it's impossible to help Wencheng speak for no reason and offend the dark circles. They are not idiots, how can they do such a thing that harms themselves and others?

When Peng Geluo heard this, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he was about to speak, but it was Hu Kaibin, a fat man, who was more direct than him.

I saw the fat man's fat hand suddenly slapped on the low table, pointed at the dark circles under his eyes and scolded, "Sun thief, I've put up with you for a long time." You yourself are a straw bale and dare to laugh at others. Tell you, that Yongxue poem was made by Brother Wencheng, and you have the ability to make a poem on the spot. ”

There was an uproar around, although many people didn't think that Hu Kaibin, the fat man's poem, was written, but they never thought that this poem was written by Wencheng.

Speaking of which, Hu Kaibin simply let go, got up and stood in front, "Everyone, I know most of the people here, even if I don't know them, I'm afraid you know me." I'm just a bastard on the streets, where I have the ability to write poetry. I can guarantee that the poem that wrote about snow just now was taught to me by Brother Wen. ”

After the fat man finished speaking, the people around him nodded frequently. Everyone is mixed up in Helian City, who still knows someone on the first day, you fat man is good at eating, drinking and having fun, as for writing poetry? Forget it. It's just that just now, everyone is looking at you for the sake of understanding, and it's not good to expose you.

Even the beauties standing on the rockery covered their mouths and laughed, looking at the fat man in a joking manner, it seemed that they were also clear.

Taishou Qianjin was also Wan'er, muttering to herself: "I thought it was Peng Geluo's hand, but I didn't expect it to be an inconspicuous person." It's really a blind eye, and I miss the talent. But how can a person who knows how to know how to have such talent?" The question arose, and this Taishou daughter, who was unapologetic to people, had a trace of curiosity about Wencheng in his heart.

The dark circles under his eyes suddenly felt a blank, and he had a premonition that a huge blow would fall on him. A man who he regarded as a vulgar martial artist was able to write such exquisite poetry. If such a person is considered a vulgar person, then what is a person who can't even write such poems? Not even a vulgar martial artist? This makes him think of how he behaves with himself as a great talent, thinking of this, the dark circles under his eyes flickered, and he said in disbelief: "This, this is impossible." Peng Geluo, did you say that you made this poem?"