Zhang Sanfeng and Lin Jingyun were unhappy with Duan Wenjun.
They have always been worried about the fact that Duan Wenjun's song "Returning to the Countryside, Green Lake Pavilion" stole the show at the last banquet.
At that banquet, after Duan Wenjun recited that poem, no one else wrote any more poems.
It's not because everyone has no poems in their hearts, but because everyone knows that even if they recite poems, they can't surpass Duan Wenjun's one.
Lin Jingyun visited Zhang Sanfeng and told him his thoughts.
Duan Wenjun is just an idle and dandy young man from Wangjiang County, who can never write poetry.
The reason why he was able to recite such amazing verses was simply because someone taught him later.
Lin Jingyun said that last time it was because Mr. Qin had no proposition, so Duan Wenjun took advantage of it.
If there was a proposition, even Duan Wenjun wouldn't be able to get the top spot.
In fact, in Zhang Sanfeng's heart, he didn't believe how much ink was in Duan Wenjun's stomach.
Duan Wenjun is Qiu Yun's son, so Zhang Sanfeng has paid attention to him several times over the years. He is indeed an unlearned guy.
How dare such a guy who is idle and ignorant all day dare to expose their scars directly?
However, given his status, it was naturally difficult for him to argue with Duan Wenjun, so he winked at Lin Jingyun who was standing aside.
Lin Jingyun understood. Although he was angry at this moment, he still managed to smile. He stood up and clasped his fists towards Duan Wenjun and said, "Brother Duan is a great talent. He speaks well. Jingyun feels ashamed." Jingyun is thinking about how happy Brother Duan and Miss Jiang are today. We meet again, I wonder if Brother Duan has any good words in mind for everyone to enjoy?"
As soon as Lin Jingyun finished speaking, everyone turned to Duan Wenjun.
In fact, these days, the sound of someone writing poems and poems for Duan Wenjun to show off his talents has almost spread throughout Wangjiang City.
The Wangjiang talents here all know it.
It is said that that person is an old acquaintance of Duan Wenjun's mother, which makes people even more interested.
Literati seem to like to inquire about such romantic affairs.
At this moment, why didn't everyone know Lin Jingyun's intention.
He undoubtedly wanted to make Duan Wenjun look embarrassed.
Duan Wenjun would have never imagined that his reunion with Jiang Shuying would be so sudden today.
If someone really taught him how to write poetry behind his back, it would be too late.
Naturally, everyone believed that Duan Wenjun would definitely not be able to write it and would definitely make a fool of himself.
Chai Jingyun didn't know about these bad things in Wangjiang City, but he knew that Lin Jingyun was the first of the four great talents in Wangjiang.
When I heard Qin Feng introduce it just now, he said that the piece of music played by Jiang Shuying was written by Duan Wenjun, and he suddenly had some expectations in his heart.
There are so many talented people in Dashun, but I didn’t expect that a small place like Wangjiang would be the same.
He raised his brows, and his face was full of smiles, "Yes, yes! Since we said today we will meet friends through literature, how can we not have poems? Since everyone says that Brother Duan is a great talent, I don't know what Brother Duan has in mind. Did you get anything?"
Duan Wenjun didn't refuse, and bowed his hand to Chai Jingyun, "Isn't it just writing poetry? It's easy! If I can meet Shu Ying again today, I will compose one."
After saying that, he picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp, then turned to look at Jiang Shuying, "Then I will write a song "Die Lian Hua"."
As soon as he finished speaking, some people were surprised, wondering inwardly: Could it be that he had really gained something in his heart and had a poem so quickly?
Some people were a little gloating that Duan Wenjun was still slapping his face to look fat even at this time.
Now that the person who taught him is gone, he doesn't know what unsavory things he will write.
Under everyone's gaze, Duan Wenjun stood up slowly, holding the wine bottle in one hand and the wine glass in the other, but his eyes never moved away from Jiang Shuying's face for half a second.
He raised the jug high, let the wine pour into the glass, and then softly chanted, "Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy."
The wine glass was full, and he finally withdrew his gaze and landed on it, with a sad look in his eyes. "In the lingering light of the grass and smoke, I can't say who would lean on the fence."
He raised his glass and downed it in one gulp. His voice suddenly rose several times, "I want to make the madman drunk and sing to the wine. The strong music is still tasteless."
If he felt something, he slowly sat down under the gaze of everyone, staring at Jiang Shuying with a faint smile, "The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I will never regret it. I feel haggard because of Yi."
The whole house was shocked!
The whole elegant room was silent.
No one spoke.
Staring at Duan Wenjun, Jiang Shuying's eyes filled with tears.
She once thought that Duan Wenjun was just an unlearned young man in Wangjiang City who did whatever he wanted because of his family's money.
She once thought that Duan Wenjun's threat to impress her and marry her was just a temporary interest and a novelty.
You are most beautiful when you can't get something. He didn't agree to it, so he kept pursuing it.
However, she did not expect that this seemingly cynical young man would be so affectionate towards her.
In order to relieve the sadness of separation, he decided to drink and sing wildly, which is why he became "intended to be mad".
Even if you pretend to be drunk and sing to the wine, you are actually trying to force your appearance for pleasure, and will ultimately feel "tasteless".
Only then did she realize that Duan Wenjun had lost weight after not seeing him for several months.
He is quite a bit thinner than the eldest young master of the Duan family whom he met at Wangjiang Art Hall.
It seems so thin at the moment.
His delicate face, with a touch of sadness and deep tiredness, made people feel so distressed to see him.
This is what he said: "As the clothes get wider, I will never regret it, but I will feel haggard because of the beauty."
He is pining for me.
Thinking of this, Jiang Shuying stood up and bowed to Duan Wenjun, "From now on, my heart is like yours, and I would rather let the sky down than let you down!"
Mo Shoucheng, who was sitting at the bottom, looked at the two people looking at each other and couldn't help but pick up the wine bag and take a few sips.
Although he didn't understand the meaning of the poems Duan Wenjun recited, he knew that this boy had deceived another woman.
This guy's ability to deceive women is really amazing.
A few days ago, in just a few days, Xiao Nizi, a farmer from Duanjiabao, became obsessed with her. She stared at him with eyes that were almost full of excitement.
Today, this girl playing the piano has become his prisoner.
It seems that this kid has some ability.
Chai Jingyun, who was sitting at the top, felt as if he had fallen in love with Jiang Shuying from the first moment he saw her.
He even thought about asking Qin Feng after the banquet if he would mind if she became a concubine in the palace.
However, just after listening to Duan Wenjun's "Butterfly Loves Flowers", I suddenly realized that my so-called love is really superficial.
"The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi."
This is true love.
In particular, Jiang Shuying's reply, "From now on, my heart is like yours, and I would rather let the heaven down than let you down!", which already announced that he had no chance at all.
However, he didn't seem to feel any pity for himself. Instead, he felt that such a talented and beautiful woman would be a perfect match together...
