Chen Feng and everyone present followed the prestige.

A young man walked up to Chen Feng with a straight face, and repeated what he had just said angrily: "This poem was not written by you at all!"

Everyone was stunned.

"Such a good poem, is it actually plagiarized?"

"I'll just say, how can he have such literary attainments at such a young age?"

"It's shameless, it's too much!"

"Such garbage is definitely not qualified to enter our Rongcheng Writers Association!"

Hearing everyone's discussion, Chen Feng smiled bitterly.

The heart said, this poem was not written by me in the first place.

He explained this to Fan Lao and everyone present, but they just didn't believe it, not that he was original.

"I just explained, I'm just carrying ......"

Before he finished his sentence, the young man's next words made Chen Feng laugh.

"This poem was written by my teacher, and you are pretending to be forced here by stealing his works, which is simply insulting literature!"

"Your teacher?" Chen Feng laughed.

Dongpo Jushi was born in 1037 and was a figure in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the young man in front of him looked about the same age as himself, how could Su Shi become his teacher?

"That's right!" the boy nodded firmly.

"Handsome guy, you don't pretend to be like this these days, you are pretending too much. ”

Chen Feng whispered in the young man's ear and finished speaking.

Then he raised his head and asked loudly: "Then let me ask you again, is your teacher's surname Su?"

"It's not. ”

Chen Feng breathed a long sigh of relief.

No, that's fine!

Originally, this young man spoke violently, with a conclusive look of evidence, and thought that he was really different from the others here and knew about Su Shi's existence.

Since his teacher is not surnamed Su, Chen Feng is so forced, he can continue to pretend.

Chen Feng looked at the young man, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a meaningful smile.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

The young man subconsciously took a step back, held his head high, and said proudly: "My teacher's surname is Deng, is there a problem?"

"No problem, handsome man, you don't have to be nervous. ”

Chen Feng asked the young man: "Since you said that this poem was written by your teacher and I plagiarized, does your teacher have any other poems that we don't know?"

The young man lowered his head and looked at the tip of his shoe: "It should be gone." ”

"Okay, since that's all there is to say. ”

Chen Feng looked at the white-haired old man, and said with a faint smile: "Senior, I suddenly became a poet, and I want to compose another poem, I don't know if you will give this opportunity?"

The white-haired old man nodded again and again: "Okay!"

"Thank you, seniors. ”

Chen Feng bowed slightly, his gaze swept over the people present, and then turned his back, facing Donghu, and stood with one hand.

A gust of wind blew along the shore of the lake, stirring the broken hair and blowing the hem of the clothes, causing many girls playing on the shore to scream.

"The spring is silent and the stream is trickling, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunny and soft ......"

"In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu ......"

"The dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but the sorrow does not see the same ...... Kyushu"

“......”

A series of Ming poems since the Song Dynasty frantically poured into Chen Feng's mind like a flood.

He used to be able to memorize, but he couldn't;

What he reads, he doesn't;

Now it's all coming.

Chen Feng suddenly thought of the reward of the sign-in system last night.

Could it be that this system has made itself a great writer, and what it has stolen is the works of literati since the Song Dynasty?

This, Chen Feng wanted to cry without tears.

System, system, if you really can't make it up, don't give this skill and steal the works of your predecessors to pretend to be forced, I'm afraid that their coffin board will not be able to suppress it!

"Didn't you just say that you wanted to compose a poem, why were you stunned?"

"Forgot?"

"You don't understand, it's brewing emotions. ”

There was a lot of talking.

The young man sneered: "If you really can't do it, don't stand there and pretend to be forced and waste everyone's time." ”

Chen Feng retracted his mind.

The corners of the mouth are slightly hooked.

Men pretend not to be casual,

Just pretend to be a man!

But at this time.

Forced in front of me, I have to pretend!

Seniors, I'm sorry!

"The water is boundless,

The lotus flowers bloom at night and the wind is fragrant.

Gradually see the lights out of the temple,

Wait until the moon is dark to see the lake. ”

Bang Bang Bang!

Thunderous applause.

"Another good poem!"

"Even if Shixian Li Bai is present, it should only be such a demeanor!"

"With such talent, there is no need to plagiarize other people's poems!"

"Although I have liked to write poetry for more than 20 years, I have never written as well as his two poems, which is really ashamed!"

After reciting another poem by Su Shi.

Chen Feng turned around and looked at the young man: "Is this poem also written by your teacher?"

The boy's face was even uglier than a pig's liver.

He shook his head hesitantly: "No, it's not ......"

Chen Feng chuckled: "Then let me ask you again, was the previous song "Drinking the Lake After the First Sunny Day and the Rain" written by your teacher?"

"This ......" The young man lowered his head, not daring to look at Chen Feng's eyes.

The smile on Chen Feng's face was even worse: "Okay, since you still refuse to tell the truth, then I will compose another poem, if I finish this poem, you are still determined that I plagiarized your teacher, then I will recognize you as your father on the spot!"

The boy bowed his head and was silent.

The white-haired old man stood up, patted Chen Feng's shoulder, and coughed, "This is not necessary. ”

"Why?" Chen Feng chuckled, "Since he doubts me, then I have to prove it to him." ”

"I mean the latter sentence of yours. ”

The white-haired old man looked at the young man: "He is my grandson, Fan Tong." ”

Chen Feng couldn't help laughing: "Good name." ”

"I took it. ”

This is not surprising.

Fan Tong glared at Chen Feng, his eyes full of unconvinced.

The white-haired old man smiled: "He is young and ignorant, you don't have to worry about him generally, he is still in high school, he should be the same age as your girlfriend." ”

Chen Feng wondered: "My girlfriend?"

The white-haired old man looked at Su Xinyao with a smile: "I can see it, young man, you don't have to hide it, I don't object to young people falling in love." ”

Su Xinyao walked up to Chen Feng and shyly poked out half of her head.

"Grandpa, I'm Brother Xiaofeng's fiancée. ”

"Fiancée?" the white-haired old man nodded again and again, "Yes, men and women are good-looking, I am very optimistic about you pair." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Chen Feng: "Oh, by the way, young man, I don't know what your name is?"

"Chen Feng. ”

"Chen Feng, then I will call you Xiao Feng in the future. ”

Seeing the relationship between the two, Fan Tong was very unhappy.

"Grandpa, do you really believe that he wrote those poems himself? I don't believe that he has such a high level. ”

The white-haired old man glared at him: "It wasn't written by Xiao Feng, could it be that you wrote it?"

"We just met, and you were so partial to him. Fan Tong was not convinced.

Chen Feng smiled: "Senior, your grandson is really cute." ”

"Cut, it's really better than a grandson and can pretend to be a grandson. Fan Tong snorted coldly.

The white-haired old man smiled: "Xiaofeng, take your girlfriend to my house to sit down, it just so happens that I also have a granddaughter, who is a Chinese teacher, and usually likes to study poetry and literature, she must be happy if you go." ”