As he spoke, he opened his mouth and shook the bamboo tube vigorously, then pointed the mouth of the bamboo tube towards Yan Zi.
What is contained in the bamboo tube is a piece of folded paper. Naturally, the various themes and requirements are written on the paper.
Just now, they were gathering together to sing about gambling and drinking, and they used this very thing.
Yan Zi had a demure expression and warm eyes. She reached into the bamboo tube and pulled out a piece of paper. She unfolded it. Everyone looked away and saw the words written on it: Ci, sad death.
He said calmly, "My sister has good luck, and it is the easiest thing to put into words when she is sad about her recent death."
Yan Zi was too lazy to pay attention to her. She naturally knew that Zhang Liao was right, but she only said half of it.
It is naturally easy to feel sad about the death, but there are countless works by predecessors. This kind of subject matter can be said to be easy to do but difficult to master, and the most difficult to achieve excellence.
But at this moment, celebrities gathered together, in full view of everyone, how could they just pick up a random chapter?
She originally wanted to rely on her own ability, but now it seems that she can only wait for it to be ready.
Yan Zibingxue was smart and had already guessed that Xu Shu was risking his life to hump her from behind, so she must have been ready to support her.
It would be difficult for others to cheat on this occasion, but Yan Zi had seen Xu Shu's miraculous ability of "telling other people's minds", so he was naturally at ease.
Seeing that Yan Zi was reluctant to write, Zhang was secretly happy because she didn't believe that a female streamer who made movies all day long could have any literary qualities.
Even she herself had to pay high prices from time to time to find trusted scribes to buy some ready-made poems and essays in case of emergencies.
"If my sister is..."
Only when he was nervous did he want to behave, Yan Zi had already picked up the pen. Everyone came closer and saw Yan Zi writing, "The flowers in the forest have withered the spring red..."
As soon as a line of words appeared on the paper, someone cheered loudly, and the color changed instantly after reading.
Poems may be bought, but Yan Zi's good writing is by no means an overnight success.
He opened his eyes and couldn't help but keep beating in his heart. He continued to look intently, his face getting darker and darker as he looked. When Yan Zi finished writing, the audience burst into applause.
“The flowers in the forest have faded their spring reds, it’s too hasty, and the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.
Tears of rouge keep people drunk, no matter how long they last, it is natural that life grows and hates the water. "
Gurgling, gurgling, a lot of bubbles suddenly appeared in the water in the curved pool, as if it was boiling, and the central copper pillar made a violent sound.
In an instant, more than two hundred fireworks exploded in an instant, illuminating Qujiang, as if stars had smashed into pieces and turned into billions of colors.
Qin Bing hugged Yan Zi tightly and was extremely happy, "My sister has such literary talent. After all, she will not let some people be the only beauty. Let's see if he dares to be proud of her in the future."
Yan Zi leaned close to Qin Bing's ear and whispered a few words. Qin Bing glanced at Xu Shu and saw Xu Shu looking at him with a smile. Qin Bing was neither annoyed nor happy.
"No regrets, no regrets."
"It is natural that life is filled with hatred, endless admiration, and endless sadness.
Miss Xu, from today on, you are a member of our Qujiang Poetry Society. "
"One member is not enough, at least he is a director."
"Yes, just because of this life-long hatred of Shui Changdong, he is enough to surpass all others in skill. If he were a man, Lao Mou, the leader of the society, would have no choice but to abdicate in favor of others."
"..."
The shock of the crowd and the more than two hundred fireworks in the world can prove that even if you wish you could pick out the bones in the eggs, you can only stop. Secretly, you almost lose your breath and twist your nose.
Qujiang Poetry Society is the most prestigious poetry society in Dongdu and has great influence on the entire literary world of Dongdu.
She always actively participated in the gatherings of this group of celebrities, and she lowered her figure several times to hint that she wanted to join the Qujiang Poetry Society.
However, Lao Mou, who sang and interacted with her on weekdays, seemed to not understand people's words and never refused to respond.
Now, Yan Zi only has a new song. Lao Mou and the people of Qujiang Poetry Club not only want to recruit Yan Zi to join the club, but also promote Yan Zi as a director. If they don't get angry immediately, they are already generous. .
After all, he had stolen Xu Shu's talent. No matter how mentally prepared Yan Zi was, his face turned red with embarrassment.
Others only said that her daughter was shy and showed her true nature, and they thought more highly of her.
With Yan Zi's song "Life is long and hate is long in the east", the atmosphere of the gathering reached its peak. Xu Shu, a Hengliu gentleman with no talent, was ignored for a while, and everyone gathered around Yan Zi.
Yan Zi runs the White Horse Book Apartment and accumulates rich experience in singing. For a while, the guests were all entertained.
Zhang Liao was indeed someone who had seen the scene before. He knew that Yan Zi's limelight could not be overpowered. He quickly adjusted his mentality and thought that he should be praised. He stood next to Yan Zi and laughed at Yan Yan, as if he was fighting with Yan Zi. , it never happened at all.
"As expected of a character who can wallow in Vanity Fair, his ability to adjust is unparalleled."
Xu Shu admired it sincerely.
Qin Bing couldn't hear him praising other women, so he snorted and went to face Yan Zi.
More than twenty minutes later, the gathering finally came to an end. Xu Shu was full after eating snacks and was feeling sleepy, waiting for the party to end.
Nie Minghan said loudly, “Today’s gathering was wonderful, and Nie is extremely grateful.
The only fly in the ointment is that I couldn't hear Hengliu-kun's masterpiece, which is a real pity.
Nie knew that Mr. Hengliu was a great talent in the world and would not compose easily, and Nie did not dare to force him to do so.
Today, there are floods in the northwest, and several counties have lost their harvests. If Mr. Hengliu is willing to do something, Nie is willing to donate ten thousand tons of grain to the northwest. "
Everyone was shocked, and Xu Shu was also shocked.
Ten thousand shi of grain, according to the market jin, is worth 1.5 million jin. The current price of rice is three cents and five cents per catty. Even if the grain mentioned by Nie Minghan includes other crops, with a discount, the average price per catty is two cents. This ten thousand shi Food also costs 300,000 yuan.
Such a wealthy handiwork would be enough to boast in the Eastern Capital where wealthy businessmen gathered.
Qin Bing walked up to Xu Shu and whispered, "Nie Minghan is a rich man in the eastern capital, and ten thousand stones of food are nothing to him.
The most important thing for Nie Minghan is Xianyuanju. You, Hengliujun, are now famous. If you don't leave any works in Xianyuanju, you will definitely become the laughing stock of Xianyuanju.
Nie Minghan has racked his brains to get you to leave his poems. "
Xu Shu is an unrefined utilitarian.
Speaking of utilitarianism, whenever he wants to be a copywriter, it is only for profit.
Although he is not sophisticated, he really has some simple thoughts about life in his heart.
This is how Zhujianshan Merit Appreciation Hall accepted the two tasks that did not earn merit points.
At this moment, I felt compassion and decided to write a poem, and the same was true.
Ten thousand stones of grain is enough to live on for countless people. Not to mention just copying the text with the movement of his fingers, even if he is asked to carry these ten thousand stones of grain in one night, he will agree.
Seeing Xu Shu's promise, Nie Minghan was overjoyed, "But based on Hengliu's two sentences, I know that Lord Hengliu is a Bodhisattva who cares about his family and country.
But today is the festival, so it’s better to be festive and joyful. Regardless of the theme, Hengliujun can show off his talents. "
Qin Bing was right. Nie Minghan did have a reason to keep Xu Shu's poems in Xianyuanju.
Tens of thousands of stones of food have been produced, and Nie Minghan certainly needs Xu Shu to leave a piece that can hang in the fairyland for a long time.
If the two sentences "Hongliu" weren't too hot, Nie Minghan wouldn't want to show it. After all, it has nothing to do with happiness.
At this moment, Nie Minghan was really worried. Xu Shu came back to those poems that felt about the common people, and specifically mentioned "Good Marriage Festival". Although the subject matter was not limited, the theme was actually limited.
Happy holidays to everyone, may the motherland be prosperous, and may everyone be safe and healthy.
