"Jiang Shuisi! This question closely captures the meaning of the poem!"
"Xiangyang River and Junsi, great question! Great question!"
"Let the judgment be made!"
"He is worthy of being the most talented person in Jiangling Prefecture. He is good at writing and poetry!"
There is never a shortage of "sycophants" on the scene. As soon as Sun Xuan's "question" came up, the scoundrels present started to flatter him hard.
Thinking that he had won the game, Sun Xuan's face showed a smile again, and he asked Ren Yue in a moderate voice: "Miss Ren, which question do you think this poem is more suitable for?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent, and everyone's eyes fell on Ren Yue.
"In my opinion, Jiang Shui's words are beautiful, and it also highlights the meaning of lovesickness in the poem..."
Hearing this, the smile on Sun Xuan's face became even brighter: "Miss Ren, please give me the award..."
"However, the first title of "I live in Xiangjiang" can better highlight the artistic conception and profound meaning of this poem."
"The love between a man and a woman is the deepest and most simple... Mr. Li's question made me seem to see a stubborn and tenacious man who would travel thousands of miles and sleep over and over again for his lover..."
Speaking of this, a drop of clear tears fell from the end of Ren Yue's eyes again. She did not wipe them away, but just looked into the distance without thinking...
The first half of Ren Yue's words was like a slender jade hand brushing Sun Xuan's cheek, while the second half of her words was like an unexpected slap that landed hard on Sun Xuan's face!
Such a reversal made Sun Xuan feel extremely tight in his chest, but for the sake of his own image, he forced a smile and said: "Miss Ren's analysis is very good... I wonder how everyone in the audience sees it?"
After receiving the "signal", Wang Liang took the lead and shouted: "Master Sun's question is a good question that can answer the question!"
Not long after, the entire attic was filled with voices cheering for Sun Xuan.
If a person with a weak mind encountered such a one-sided scene, his mentality would probably have collapsed.
But Li Xunshan is unusually calm, not because of how powerful he is, but because he knows that he has friends behind him to support him, so he has to live up to his expectations.
In addition, the sweetheart he missed day and night seemed to have given him some "power" unintentionally...
"Li Xiaoyou..." A deep voice sounded. It was not loud, but it rang in everyone's ears.
This sound immediately silenced the noisy scene.
Everyone looked around, looking for the source of the sound.
In the corner, the old man in plain robes stood up slowly. Wherever he passed, the crowded crowd unconsciously dispersed, making way for him.
In this regard, he would always say "Thank you" every time he passed by.
Not long after, when he came to Li Xunshan, he cupped his hands and said, "Little friend Li, this poem has a second half according to the rhythm of flat and oblique, right?"
Hearing this, Gu Ning'an smiled... It's no wonder that the old man was so righteous, and he guessed that the poem was not complete just by relying on the rhythm.
Li Xunshan was shocked, and he raised his hands and responded: "My father-in-law guessed it right, there is indeed a second half of this poem."
The inexplicable scene and the inexplicable dialogue left Wang Liang confused and made Sun Xuan faintly uneasy.
He himself knows best who wrote this poem. If there really is a second half of this poem, then if he can't get it out, doesn't it mean that he copied the first half of the poem?
In this case, he will directly become the laughing stock of Jiangling Mansion and even the entire Daqian literary world!
"Ahem!" Sun Xuan cleared his throat, cupped his hands towards the humble old man and said, "Old man, I didn't expect you to see that there is already the second half of this poem?"
As soon as these words came out, Gu Ning'an thought it was nothing. After all, this guy's temperament had been fully revealed in his previous actions.
But the old man with a majestic spirit and a calm mind couldn't help but glance back at Sun Xuan and said, "How shameless?"
If the eldest brother is ridiculed, how can there be any reason why the younger brother can't do the same?
Wang Liang, who was downstairs, charged directly at the old man: "Lao Bangcai, who are you calling shameless? I know you look like this, you must be with this rat, right?"
"I'm guessing that there is a second half of the poem based on the level and level. Who do you think you are? Do you really think that because you are older, you are more accomplished in the literary world?"
"In the literary world, there is no such thing as relying on one's elders and neglecting one's elders!"
Hearing this, the old man simply turned around, faced Sun Xuan and Wang Liang, and said with a smile: "If you are in the same group, can you please explain clearly, is there a second half of this poem...?"
Sun Xuan's heart tightened. He felt the old man's direct gaze, and he subconsciously wanted to dodge.
"Mr. Sun, can you give me a pleasant word? Do you have it or not?" The old man's voice sounded again, with a hint of majesty in his tone.
Sun Xuan gritted his teeth, cupped his hands and said, "Yes, of course there is..."
The old man said calmly: "Can I trouble Mr. Sun to read the second half of the poem?"
Sun Xuan took a long breath, and layers of sweat appeared on his forehead: "I...I forgot."
"Have you forgotten, or don't you know?" the old man asked.
Sun Xuan swallowed his saliva, and facing the old man's unruffled aura, he subconsciously responded: "I don't know..."
"No, no, no, I know, I know!"
"I forgot...forgot..."
Sun Xuan's face was full of embarrassment. His lie was exposed on the spot. He wanted to leave here immediately.
"Since you don't know, then please ask Mr. Li to read it to you."
As he spoke, the old man turned to look at Li Xunshan with a smile on his face: "Little friend Li, read it out and I will know that you wrote this poem. As I am here today, no one can take away your poem!"
Even though the old man's words and deeds made Li Xunshan want to believe him, he still looked at Gu Ning'an to one side and asked, "Mr. Gu..."
Gu Ning'an raised her hand and interrupted: "If you miss me, just miss me."
Such a small detail made the old man's eyes linger on Gu Ning'an for a while longer.
Judging from the voice, this little friend Li and the man he calls Mr. Gu should be about the same age.
But why did he ask Mr. Na Gu for his opinion when reciting a poem?
Li Xunshan's throat was hoarse. After taking a sip from the tea cup, he cleared his throat vigorously and then said: "I will read this poem from the beginning and add the second half."
Seeing that Li Xunshan really seemed to be hiding the second half of his poem, Wang Liang was about to make trouble when the old man with pale hair pressed his shoulders. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move even an inch.
Wang Liang wanted to resist with words, but when he saw the old man's eyes that were as deep as the cold pool, he couldn't speak out the words.
Li Xunshan raised his head slightly, looked at the attic where Ren Yue was, let out a long sigh, and then recited poetry.
"I live at the head of Xiangjiang River, and you live at the end of Xiangjiang River. I miss you every day, but we drink the water of Xiangjiang River together without seeing you!"
"When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love!"
