"Xiao Han, did you write this? Why am I feeling dizzy..."
Mr. Lu looked straight at Xiao Han.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that this poem came from the mouth of the little guy in front of him who was a bit philistine and a bit scoundrel!
"Yes! Uncle Lu, you don't know that the songs "Drunk on the Battlefield Lord Don't Smile" and "The Thread in the Hands of a Loving Mother" were both written by Xiao Han!"
Xiao Han heard Mr. Lu ask a question, but before he could speak, Xue Pan had already jumped out and answered him with pride.
And, look at her look! Those who knew said they were happy for Xiao Han, but those who didn't know thought they were written by her.
"What? Those two songs too?!"
At this moment, Mr. Lu’s voice suddenly rose in pitch! Many people looked over, but he looked at Xiao Han carefully as if he were looking at a monster!
You know, these poems were also widely circulated in Chang'an!
However, the author Xiao Han was selectively forgotten by some people for various reasons and was not spread with the poem! So Mr. Lu has always only known poetry, but not the author!
Now, when Mr. Lu heard these songs, they were also written by Xiao Han. He was really shocked!
how come? How could these poems be impassioned or gentle and tender, with such completely different styles, written by the same person?
Mr. Lu was so shocked that he couldn't accept it, but Xiao Han couldn't help but smile bitterly because of the guilt of stealing poems: "Uncle Lu, it's just a few lines of poetry, why are you so excited?"
Clinker, Xiao Han would have been better off if he didn’t say this. When he said this, Mr. Lu’s eyes turned red with jealousy: “Boy! What do you mean by a few lines of poetry?! These are peerless poems that countless great talents and teachers can’t read. One sentence! How could you write so many!"
"Nonsense! That's because what I have learned is thousands of years of fine work!" Xiao Han rolled his eyes, but the words were absolutely forbidden to be spoken. Now he could only use a more modest expression.
"Uncle Lu, there is a saying that good sentences are born in nature and come by chance. I am just like a naughty child who picked up a few beautiful shells on the beach when the tide receded." Xiao Han tried his best to answer in a low-key manner.
"How many shells?! That's it! Pick up another one for me in public!"
However, what Xiao Han didn't expect was that after hearing this, Mr. Lu reacted even more intensely than before, even blowing his beard and staring at Xiao Han!
What's the meaning? ah? What's the meaning! You, a naughty child, can pick up shells casually? Thinking of me, the Lu family’s scholarly family for the thousandth year, I didn’t even pick up a broken clam skin. Who are you kidding? !
Mr. Lu was furious, and it took Xiao Han a long time to react, and then he had to smile bitterly.
This old man is too serious!
Not daring to irritate the old man any more, Xiao Han said after careful consideration: "Uncle Lu, don't get excited! When writing poetry, you have to pay attention to the right time, place, people, and careful consideration, right? You asked me to come up with one right away. First of all, isn’t it a little embarrassing?”
"Deliberation? What do you mean!"
Now that Jia Dao has not been born yet, Mr. Lu naturally does not know the allusion of "examination".
However, he was too lazy to care about this. He stared with big eyes, pointed at Xiao Han and said, "You just came here casually! Now, uncle, I asked you to do it, but you said you can't do it? What do you mean?"
"It's no fun! If I do it, why can't I do it?!" Seeing that Old Man Lu was about to get angry! Xiao Han immediately surrendered and agreed first! If I didn't write poetry, I would probably die...
"Wait!"
Just when Xiao Han wanted to dismiss the old man with a random song, the old man spoke up again.
"What? It's no longer useful?" Hearing Mr. Lu shout to stop, Xiao Han quickly looked up at him in surprise.
However, Mr. Lu just hummed and continued to look at Xiao Han with contempt.
"Boy, don't try to fool me! Although the poem just now is good, uncle, I want to change the style! Well, it's not difficult for you, just come up with something more passionate! Young people should always look like young people. !”
"I'll go. Is this a composition with a proposition?"
Xiao Han stared at Mr. Lu in front of him in stunned silence, wondering if this old man could be a roundworm in his stomach? He knows everything he thinks? Or even plug the loopholes in advance?
"Come on! Pick up shells! Why, you can't pick them up!?"
Mr. Lu looked at Xiao Han proudly, but it was not that he had bad intentions, he just wanted to tease Xiao Han! Just weigh him in passing.
"This...let me think about it first!"
Seeing the old man's proud look, Xiao Han wanted to take out a arrogant poem and throw it in his face, asking him to squat down and sing "Conquer?" But in the end I held back, after all, that would be too fake! Maybe, if you pretend to be prosperous, you will be struck by lightning!
"Think quickly! If you can figure it out, do you see? I will give you the biggest lantern in the middle of the shed! That is the biggest and best one on Chang'an Street this year! Of course, if the poem is not good , then there is nothing!”
Mr. Lu laughed loudly. Seeing Xiao Han's hesitation just now, he didn't forget to raise the bet again! But as a result, other people watching the excitement all looked at Xiao Han.
That lantern is, as Mr. Lu said, the king of lanterns during this year’s Lantern Festival!
Originally, according to the rules set by Mr. Lu, you had to guess seven lantern riddles correctly in order to get it!
Now, all this young man needs is a poem in exchange for it. Those who are impatient can't wait to take out their own limericks and rush to the stage!
However, this is just a thought.
Everyone knows that with the power of the owner of this lamp shed, the only outcome of using limericks is to be beaten until the oil flows down...
"Give me that lantern?"
At this time, Xiao Han also followed Mr. Lu's arm and saw the most gorgeous big lamp in the center of the lamp shed.
Good guy! That lamp is almost as tall as a person, not to mention there are so many tassel accessories hanging around it!
Xiao Han always thought that this kind of lamp was only used to decorate the lamp shed, but he didn't expect that it could also win!
But seeing how big it is, even if it wins, how can it be lifted?
"Ahem, Uncle Lu! This junior thinks that reading and writing poems are basically to understand things and cultivate sentiments! They are not used to compare with others! What's more, it's just a lantern..."
Glancing at Xue Panxi's hopeful expression without revealing anything, Xiao Han felt that he could still grit his teeth and extort a little more!
However, Mr. Lu is obviously mature with age!
Seeing Xiao Han's appearance, he nodded repeatedly: "Yeah! You're right! In this way, you just write poems to cultivate sentiments, and you won't give away lanterns or anything like that!"
