What? Impossible..." Jia Wen also subconsciously denied it after hearing what the waiter said.
To say that Feng Le can produce a work, Jia Wen also "barely" believes it, but to say that his work can win the first prize tonight, Jia Wen also finds it hard to believe, or to accept it.
"What's impossible? Sir, whether you believe it or not, Mr. Feng is indeed at the top of the list." The waiter said seriously.
The waiter's words were like reassurance for Feng Le. At this moment, he was looking at Jia Wenyi with a proud face, as if to say: "I'm so awesome. If you don't accept it, bite me!"
"Okay, waiter. You said his lyrics are the best, so you should show them to us!" After hearing what the waiter said, Jia Wen also knew that there was no point in messing around with him, so he asked.
Even if the competition is held by Piaoxianglou, Feng Le’s works must be genuine, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the public.
"Yes! We also want to see his works."
"Yes, yes... what kind of work is it that actually compares to the works of Liu Wenye and Brother Liu? I also want to see it..."
…
As Jia Wenyi finished speaking, the literati around him started cheering.
To say that they were "defeated" by a master or a talented person, they were also "subdued". But this is a "defeat" to a guy who "seems" to be ignorant of the word "fight". How can these "students" be convinced?
"Dear guests, please be quiet for now..." Listening to the noise in the hall, the waiter had no choice but to shout in a high tone.
With a loud voice, it is indeed easy to attract people's attention. At this time, the originally noisy hall suddenly became much quieter. Everyone in the hall looked this way.
"Okay, thank you everyone. Now, I'm going to post Mr. Feng's works." The waiter said.
"Little brother, didn't you just say that Master Yan hasn't sorted out my works? Why..." Feng Le asked worriedly.
After all, ever since he was young, Feng Le has never been able to be the focus of others' attention like he is today. He was a little scared, afraid that if he made any mistakes, this focus would become a joke.
"Don't worry, Mr. Feng, Master Yan has finished sorting out the lyrics. There is just a song left. This needs to be arranged with Miss Qihong to arrange the song you sang. I believe it will be completed soon. Now I just need to take out the arranged songs. Just to open your eyes first." The waiter comforted Feng Le and said.
"Hmph... I want to see what lyrics this guy can come up with. He actually came out on top. No matter how bad his work is, I will definitely make Piaoxianglou unable to come to the stage tonight." Listening to the waiter's words to comfort Feng Le, Jia Wen also thought angrily in his heart.
At this moment, the waiter slowly took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and then replaced the white paper originally posted on the top. After the waiter finished and retreated, the people around the competition board all moved closer.
"This calligraphy is really good. It can be called a master of calligraphy..."
"This must be Master Yan's calligraphy! It's really amazing, I feel inferior to it..."
"Yes, yes! Not to mention other things, but looking at this word, it is also a big profit..."
…
The flowing calligraphy on the paper appears vividly on the paper, with the fonts centered and flowing from top to bottom. The brushwork is relaxed and pleasing to the eye today. But as far as the text is concerned, even if you don't read the content, it makes people happy.
"This is... this is so well written."
I don’t know if this person is talking about words or words.
"Friends in the front, don't just read it for yourself! What is it saying? Read it out to everyone..." The people in the back who couldn't squeeze in were shouting anxiously.
"Yes, my friends in front of me quickly help Niannian..."
…
At this time, someone finally began to read out the contents of the paper.
"The blurry images look very far away, but they are the familiar faces that are engraved in my heart.
There is not much time, and everyone knows that this road is difficult and dangerous. There are always people who shoulder this heavy burden and move forward with no regrets or complaints.
It suddenly dawned on me that when I was young, I was shooting a crime and pouring my blood for my dream.
Have no regrets, move forward, run towards a better tomorrow, and stick to your original vows.
Always fight for faith, this is what I want to leave for tomorrow.
Those people were once side by side, but I don’t know where they slept. In the heart of the book, their business cards are engraved. We have never said goodbye, but in the blink of an eye, year after year, we are concerned about the connection of blood, and the flames of war are lit to fight the national crisis together.
Hanging alone in the long night, the moon is missing and full, I will definitely wait until that day.
No regrets, move forward. Looking forward to a better tomorrow, we stick to our original vows.
Forever, fight for your faith, this is the answer I want to leave for tomorrow.
No regrets, move forward, look forward to a better tomorrow, and repeat the original vow.
Always fight for faith, this is what I want to leave for tomorrow.
Forever, the home I will protect is my wish that I can never let go of. ”①
…
"This is…"
"Did he really do it?"
"It can't be written by him! It's so well written...Why do I feel an inexplicable sadness and a bit of passionate impulse...What's going on?"
…
After the person who read the lyrics slowly finished reading the lyrics, many people felt an elusive emotion tugging at the string in their hearts.
"Brother Liu, what do you think?" Li Wang asked Liu Wenye.
"It is undeniable that his lyrics are indeed better than my poems. To be honest, I am looking forward to what kind of melody Master Yan and Miss Qihong can compose for this lyrics." Liu Wenye said with a bitter smile.
After reading the entire lyrics, Jia Wen also stayed there quietly.
He knew he lost.
No reason, because the pattern is different.
Even if you just read it out, you can still feel the tragic feeling of sacrificing yourself for your country in these lyrics.
He can't learn this kind of artistic conception.
At this time, there was a sound on the stage.
Everyone looked up and looked over.
"Dear guests, I'm sorry to keep you all waiting. It's time to sing now. According to the past, after the competition, Miss Qihong should compose and sing the music, but tonight's top spot is a bit special. Tonight it will be Master Yan. Come out and sing.”
"What? Master Yan is singing? This is really rare..."
"Yes, how long has it been since we heard Master Yan come out to sing his works..."
…
Amidst the heated discussion below, a middle-aged man wearing Tsing Yi and a high hat walked out of the stage.
"Everyone, this is polite." Yan Hongzang cupped his fists and saluted.
"Master Yan is polite..."
"The music starts..."
At this time, music that was different from the previous ones sounded on the stage. The music seemed to tell a story.
"The blurry picture..." Yan Hongzang spoke slowly, as if he was telling an admirable story.
…
"You win, I apologize to you..." Jia Wen also said to Feng Le.
Jia Wen also couldn't calm down for a long time after listening to Yan Hongzang's song. He always felt like something was tugging at his heart, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
However, he knew that he had indeed lost.
Hearing Jia Wenyi's words, Feng Le did not say anything. He just smiled slightly and said silently in his heart: "I didn't win, he won."
Note ①: The lyrics come from "Answer Sheet for Tomorrow", the ending theme of the fourth season of Those Things That Rabbit That Year. The song is good, friends who are interested can search and listen to it. For everyone's viewing convenience, the lyrics have been edited with punctuation points. Please forgive me.
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