"What a bullshit poem, it's such a bullshit poem!" Wei Hai cursed, then punched Li Xunshan who was standing aside, and asked: "Boy Li, have you thought about how to compare with this arrogant grandson!"
"A talented man and a beautiful woman... Why did Yue'er ask such a question... Maybe in her heart, she and Sun Xuan..." Before Li Xunshan finished speaking, Wei Hai raised his hand and said The palm hit him on the shoulder, neither lightly nor hard!
"You stinky boy! You are still thinking about these things at this time. The first priority is to get rid of this stinky boy!"
Hearing this, Li Xunshan smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Wei, my heart is in a mess. I can't think of a poem with the theme of a talented man and a beautiful woman..."
"This...this..." Wei Hai was speechless for a while, then said "Hey" and lowered his head to drink "boring tea".
"Read this." Gu Ning'an stuffed a piece of paper into Li Xunshan's hand.
Subconsciously, Li Xunshan silently read the contents of the note.
After reading it, he exclaimed: "Quequa! Mr. Gu... is really a great talent!"
"Then get up and recite it quickly!" Wei Hai urged.
Li Xunshan's buttocks just lifted a little, and he sat down again. Holding the note in his hand tightly, he whispered: "But I didn't write this... Such behavior is tantamount to cheating... ..”
Wei Hai's eyes widened and he almost wanted to give Li Xunshan a round slap.
In his opinion, they are just a bunch of literati, they are just here to "wreak havoc", and they don't really want to seize the "leader" in an upright and dignified way!
Mr. Gu has handed you the stick. Just slap it on Sun Xuan's face and that's it.
"Mr. Li, didn't you realize that today's so-called poetry conference was actually organized by Sun Xuan alone?"
"Why do you think Miss Ren Yue's topic was selected in this lottery..."
"Think about it again, why was Sun Xuan able to write such a neat poem in such a short period of time?"
"Also, every time Sun Xuan speaks, there are always so many people in the audience echoing him?"
After saying this, Gu Ning'an showed a smile: "Sometimes, don't be too rigid in the ordinary world... Follow your heart and do whatever you want. If you really don't want to vent your anger, then Don’t regret it in the future..."
"It's still ten breaths away from a cup of tea!"
"Is there any young master in the audience who has thought about poems?"
"If not, once the gongs and drums sound, you can no longer recite it."
On the stage, Shopkeeper Mo held a gong and hammer and looked at the people in the audience with a smile.
When Gu Ning'an and the others were "brainwashing" Li Xunshan, more than a dozen people stood up and recited poems. However, most of the poems recited by these people were mediocre. Two of them were even wrong, so they got up. Read poetry.
"Six more breaths left!" Shopkeeper Mo counted down again.
Uh-huh!
Li Xunshan stood up suddenly, and the seat under him shook uncontrollably: "I, I have thought about it!"
Shopkeeper Mo smiled and said, "Master, please speak!"
"I live at the head of Xiangjiang River, and you live at the end of Xiangjiang River."
"I miss you every day and drink the water of Xiangjiang River together without seeing you!"
Li Xunshan's voice was hoarse, and his tone was full of longing for his lover.
At this moment, the whole place was silent, and everyone was silent in the simple and unpretentious emotions of this poem.
On the platform, Ren Yue stood up for the first time, walked to the railing, and looked at Li Xunshan who was wearing a mask.
"Young master, this poem really expresses the pain of missing each other in the world." Ren Yue's voice trembled, and a drop of clear tears fell from the end of his eyes, exploding into several petals on the back of his hand.
Li Xunshan raised his head slightly. Through the black gauze, he could only vaguely see Ren Yue's appearance. After holding back for a long time, his voice became hoarse: "Thank you..."
This scene made Sun Xuan feel ashamed. He looked at Mr. Wang Liang in the opposite compartment and made a gesture.
The latter received the signal, nodded silently, and left the box alone.
Shopkeeper Mo, who was standing on the stage, first glanced in the direction of Sun Xuan, and then he looked at Li Xunshan, cupping his hands and saying: "This gentleman, who can write such a masterpiece, is truly a genius..." .I don’t know what your surname is, sir?”
Li Xunshan paused for a moment, and then responded: "My surname is Li."
Above the attic, Ren Yue's eyes trembled. When she was about to say something, a burst of sarcastic shouts suddenly sounded from the audience: "The surname is Li! This poem is clearly not written by you!"
"This is obviously a poem written by Mr. Sun, how could it be written by you!"
"Tell me, what despicable means did you use to steal this poem?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. They could no longer keep up with the development of the situation.
"Mr. Wang Liang, what's going on? How come you can write like Mr. Sun all of a sudden?"
"Yes, plagiarizing poems is a taboo, so you have to speak calmly."
Wang Liangxing went to the literary platform and said to everyone: "You guys don't know. A few months ago, I went to Mr. Sun's house for a drink on an appointment. During this time, Mr. Sun fell in love deeply, so I naturally recited this poem!"
"Not only was I there, but also Young Master You Qiang and Young Master Jia Lianbo!"
"We are all respectable scholars in Jiangling Mansion, and we will never use this kind of thing to tarnish someone's innocence!"
As soon as Wang Liang finished speaking, the two young masters whose names were called echoed, saying that they had indeed heard Mr. Sun read this poem a few months ago.
Hearing this, Gu Ning'an smiled: "Shameless, don't refute yet, let's see what else they can perform."
Gu Ning'an's words were like a reassurance, calming Li Xunshan's panicked heart.
After all, the poem was not written by him, and Gu Ning'an never said that it was written by Gu Ning'an himself. He was really afraid that by some mistake, the poem was actually written by Sun Xuan.
If that were the case, I'm afraid he would be so embarrassed that he would have to find a hole to crawl in today...
At the same time, many people present looked at Sun Xuan on the second floor. Everyone wanted to hear a definite answer from the person involved.
"Young Master Wang, this plagiarism is too serious. After all, ideas are things that may happen to express the same emotions at a certain moment in the same situation."
"So, it's better not to talk about this matter so seriously, as it will tarnish other people's innocence."
"Young Master Sun is really tolerant!" Having said this, Wang Liang looked at Li Xunshan fiercely again and said sarcastically: "But for such a scum that is degrading to gentleness, there is really no need to worry about his face, even if his thoughts may be There may be similarities, but the content of the poems cannot be exactly word for word!"
Sun Xuan sighed and acted as if he didn't want to get too entangled in this matter.
Seeing this situation, waves of inquiries rang out from below the stage again.
"Master Sun, just tell the truth!"
"Yes! Just tell everyone whether this poem, which can be called a quatrain, was written by you!"
"Hey..." Mr. Sun waved, and there was a servant-like person in the main hall on the first floor. He was holding an exquisite mahogany box in his hand. When he opened it in front of the general manager, a scroll was reflected. Caught in everyone's eyes...
