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The girl's school secretary Mo'er, who was standing pretty on the stage, felt her heart tremble violently when she heard this sentence, and she burst into tears in just a moment...
Before everyone could wake up from the first sentence, Feng Shanshui read out the second sentence:
What's the Autumn Wind Sad Painted Fan
This sentence is directly related to people's past, why they separated in the end when they loved so much and so deeply. Why did you tell others about the oath of eternal love you told me back then?
The girl's school secretary on the stage was originally just shedding tears, but now a few tears had fallen down her cheeks...
The brush in Zhu Ping'an's hand sped up, and he wrote quickly.
"It is easy to change an old person's heart, but it is said that an old person's heart is easy to change."
Your mentality can easily change. You said you would love me until you grow old, but now you treat me like a piece of grass or grass, and yet you come to scold me for changing your mind. After this sentence, some people resonated in their hearts. Listening quietly, their hearts were already filled with emotions and feelings. Of course, many people frowned. This kind of poem full of life insights and emotional insights is so Can a boy who looks like he has no hair at all do it? It's very doubtful.
Zhu Pingan has always been low-key and seldom hangs out with others. His fellow students and candidates have all left at least five or six poems in Anqing Mansion. Zhu Pingan only has two poems at the Jingxian Poetry Club, and they are still full of doubts. of two articles.
There are small talents, but everyone is still full of doubts about whether they are big talents.
After all, this kind of poetry can be famous for generations. How could it be written by a young man who is only thirteen years old and has no reputation at all. In particular, it is unbelievable that this kind of poetry, which requires emotional experience to be written, was written by a young man who didn't even have a hair.
Tongcheng Xia Luoming stood aside quietly, the usual arrogance on his face disappeared, and he looked at Zhu Pingan with his mouth slightly open, unable to see through...
The discussion at the scene has gradually become louder, with most of them doubting and less admiring.
Zhu Ping'an seemed unable to hear the crowd's voices or see the changes in their emotions. He continued to stand there and write furiously, finishing the remaining verses in one go:
"Lishan said that after the clear night, half tears, rain and zero bells, I will never complain.
How can I be lucky enough to have a man in a brocade dress with his wings and make a wish for that day?"
When Zhu Ping'an finished the last stroke, Feng Shanshui beside him seemed to be filled with emotion and read the whole poem again.
The female school secretary on the beautiful stage looked at Zhu Pingan with burning eyes, tears streaming down her face.
This word is so suitable for such a romantic place. The whole text uses the tone of a lovelorn woman to condemn the heartless Jin Yilang. It is almost an ancient version of the sublimated literary version of love business. When we first met, you fell in love with me and made an oath to me that you would love me forever! But in the blink of an eye, you took her into your arms again, but still scolded me for my fickle heart. I cried, felt pain, loved my country, and hated my country. In the end, I can only say one thing, if life is just like the first time we met.
After reading the whole poem, everyone had mixed feelings. This is definitely a poem that will last forever, but it was written by a young man with no hair on his head and no idea what he was doing. No matter how you look at it, it makes people suspicious. Have you ever Are you in love? How can you write such lingering and pathos poems?
The girl's school secretary Mo'er was touched and couldn't help herself. Tears had already wet her veil. She bowed to Zhu Pingan Yingying and thanked Zhu Pingan for this poem.
Someone saw the girl's school secretary's actions for the first time, and before the girl's school secretary could express her gratitude, he took the first step to express his doubts to Zhu Ping'an.
"Did you write this poem yourself?"
Zhu Pingan put down the brush in his hand, glanced at the man, smiled slightly, and asked, "Could it be you who did it?"
The man finished his sentence, was stunned for a moment, and then asked with certainty, "You are only a thirteen-year-old boy, how can you have such a life understanding of love, hate, and hatred?"
Many people who had the same question couldn't help but agree.
Zhu Pingan's smile remained unchanged and he asked softly, "Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"
The man said without hesitation, "Of course it's the truth."
"The truth is, I have never eaten pork, but I often see a group of fat pigs roaring in the mountains."
Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running? It’s not like there are no love stories in history that are both touching and hateful, and there are no shortage of stories about romantic, talented and beautiful women.
After being slightly startled, the man asked again. "Where are the lies?"
"It's a lie... I copied it from a guy with the compound surname Nalan, whose name is Xingde, whose courtesy name is Rongruo, and whose nickname is Drinking Water."
Nalan Xingde? What a strange name. Where does it come from? Why have I never heard of it?
While everyone was doubting, Zhu Pingan had already turned around and left. The bustling Zuijun Tower never let Zhu Pingan miss him for a second.
"Sir, please stay..."
Even the girl standing on the stage, who has been admired by everyone for several years and is still veiled, has put her hand on the veil at this moment, and will pull off the veil in the next second to reveal her world-famous face, but Even so, Zhu Pingan never looked back for a second.
When everyone reacted, Zhu Ping'an had already gone downstairs without any nostalgia.
Then, everyone could only vaguely see the young man with the black board between the windows, walking into the wind and rain again.
Different road non-phase plan!
Zhu Pingan, who was walking in the wind and rain, whispered softly and strode towards the direction of the inn.
I don’t know if the unfinished meal was still kept in the inn. I didn’t eat much to begin with. Is the handful of money I grabbed too much or too little? It was too hasty to be pulled away by the villagers when I left. After spending so much time in Zuijun Tower, I got even hungrier. The rain seems to be getting heavier and the wind is getting stronger. My soaked clothes cling to my body, unable to block the cold wind and rain. It is better to rush back to the inn, drink a bowl of ginger soup, take a hot bath and change into clean clothes... ....
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