"At the place of nostalgia, Lan Zhou's hair was shattered. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, she was speechless and choked..." Fang Zhengyi had done his best this time.
Drinking can indeed increase expressiveness sometimes, which is much better than the usual dry reciting of poems.
But the response from the audience was not that great.
This poem... was written by Fang Zhengyi, the master of residual poetry, and has spread almost all over the country. There are many scholars present, but it can be said that there are very few people who have never heard this poem.
So when Fang Zheng opened his mouth, most people were disappointed.
Are you writing poetry? You are reciting poetry!
Looking at that state, it looks like he was a little drunk...
Chu Youyi couldn't help but show a bit of disappointment in her eyes. It seemed that the poem just now was also copied.
Do you no longer know how to hide your drunkenness now?
This rudimentary poem is my sister's favorite, and her ears are almost numb when she listens to it.
Hey, it was a good thing, but now he comes out to show his shame. I don’t know what Fang Tangjing thinks.
Lu Xiuwen had already sat down in silence, but when he heard Fang Zheng repeating the old tune, hope suddenly lit up in his eyes.
He stood up impatiently and said loudly: "Everyone, this word was written by Mr. Fang, the famous Fang Zhengyi in the capital! Now this thief actually says that he did it, do you still believe that he is a drunkard?"
"Literary thief!!! How many people in the world know this incomplete poem, but you didn't copy it carefully. I don't know if the poem you just copied was plagiarized from that famous writer!"
There was silence.
There is no need to refute this. Mr. Lu is telling the truth, and everyone knows that he is plagiarizing.
But the wine demon looks a bit like he's drunk too much. Can it be concluded that just because he recited Fang Zhengyi's lyrics, he also copied the previous song?
Xie Xian couldn't bear to look directly and closed his eyes. After all, the master was destined to be embarrassed. How could this be satisfactory? Is it possible to say that he is Fang Zhengyi in front of so many people?
Fang Zheng ignored it, and the voice in his ears was not clear anymore, and he was still thinking to himself.
He was holding a wine flask, his eyes were blurred, and his hand was like a sword, pointing to a high place.
"Where will I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows, with the dawn wind and the waning moon.
After so many years, it should be a time of good times and good times...
Even though there are thousands of styles, who can tell...? "
The word fell! Fang Zheng was stunned, and his mind suddenly regained some clarity.
As soon as he let go of his hand, the wine jar fell onto the stage, and the dark red wine flowed.
A trace of tears slowly flowed down the corner of Fang Zheng's eye... I remembered it! Did I finally remember?
There were more and more tears, one or two. Fang Zheng, who had drunk too much, cried uncontrollably at first, and then he turned into a tearful person.
Everyone in the audience was stunned.
Although this poem was written by Fang Zhengyi, it is a famous incomplete poem!
Countless people tried to add the last two sentences, but when they were published, they were scolded as a continuation of the work.
As time went by, no one was willing to complete the last two sentences of this poem, and everyone agreed that this incomplete poem was a complete work.
Unexpectedly, the wine demon would try his best to complete this poem?
Some scholars stood up excitedly and said tremblingly: "He made it up! It's natural...perfect!!"
“It’s all there!! This word is all there!!!”
"Even if there are thousands of customs, who should I tell them to? With this sentence, the name of the wine demon can be famous all over the world."
The scene began to undergo earth-shaking changes in an instant.
Countless people began to shake their heads as they savored the artistic conception of the entire poem, either praising or sighing, or feeling a little disappointed in their hearts.
If this word is completed by me, it is destined to be famous all over the world! It's a pity that there will never be a more perfect two sentences...
Fang Zhengyi cried and laughed, stretched out a finger and shouted to the audience: "1 point!! I'm just 1 point away!! I'm only 90 points in Chinese!!!"
"I got 120 points in the Chinese language test in the mock exam! Why the hell did I get 89 points in the college entrance examination!!! I remembered!"
"Are you drafting it? I remembered it!!" The scumbag frantically vented the grievances he had held for two lifetimes on the stage, taking advantage of his drunkenness to launch a ferocious verbal attack on the psychological shadow.
The people in the audience watched him crazy in fascination.
"It's really sincere... Look at how sad he is crying. You can see that the wine demon is also a person with deep feelings!!"
"Although we are all men, who doesn't long for true love? The drunkard has become the legendary prostitute he is today. It seems that he was also hurt by love at the beginning."
"Hey, the excitement is too much. He has already started talking nonsense. How deep is the injury?"
Fang Zhengyi was still spraying, from the head teacher to the principal, and from the principal to the general manager. Seeing this, Xie Xian quickly signaled to Zhou Tie and Zhao Lie.
The two of them went on stage without hesitation and used brute force to pull Fang Zheng down, and then began to pour him tea...
Fang Zheng thought it was wine, and everyone who came drank it.
"Happy! Hurry... I want to be the top salesperson, I want to be President Fang, happy!..."
"Mr. Fang! Wake up! Don't be so damn fast! You two hurry up and get some hangover soup!" Xie Xian was sweating profusely.
If you want to write poetry, just write poetry. Why are you talking nonsense? Fortunately, there is no sentence that normal people can understand...
Shame on you! Lost it at his mother’s grandma’s house!
Yu Niang was very discerning and asked the waiter to bring over several large bowls of the sobering soup that the brothel always prepared.
As soon as the hangover soup arrived, the three of them began to help Fang Zheng pour the medicine hurriedly.
Chu Youyi looked in the direction of Fang Zhengyi in trance, and her body could not help but tremble slightly due to excitement.
His eyes were full of disbelief and curiosity.
Fang Tangjing is so talented. I don’t know how happy my sister would be if she knew that this poem was completed so perfectly.
But why does he want to be a book boy? Why? Why? ....
Lu Xiuwen on the side sat back dejectedly, looking at the ground and grabbing his hair, feeling depressed in his heart!
Is that guy really not Fang Tangjing? How could a bookboy have such literary talent? It's impossible!
If you can't get off stage in public today, wouldn't you be slapped in the face by this filthy idiot? I don't know how many people will laugh at me tomorrow...
In the midst of annoyance and regret, Yu Niang walked over with a smile on her face.
He knelt down next to Lu Xiuwen and said softly: "Master Lu, I've made you unhappy today. It's all the slave's fault. The slave has prepared an upper room just for you, and there are many more..."
Lu Xiuwen glanced over, and then looked at Chu Youyi with some worry.
Yu Niang looked over and saw Chu Youyi's daughter's body at a glance. She smiled softly and said: "It turns out that there is a beautiful woman accompanying me. It was Yu Niang who was abrupt. However, room No. 3 of Tianzihao is reserved for you. You can enjoy it." , if you need anything, just call me."
Looking at Chu Youyi and listening to Yu Niang's words, Lu Xiuwen suddenly felt an evil fire bursting out of his heart!
If it's leftovers, won't you know after just one bite? This little girl is interested in him, and she is just the daughter of a businessman. Today is such a good opportunity, so what the hell do you have to wait for!
"Yeah, I got it!" He waved Yu Niang away, and Lu Xiuwen finally had time to get close to Chu Youyi and said: "Youyi, I'm too impatient. It seems that I may have misunderstood him. He shouldn't be a book boy. .”
Chu Youyi nodded absently, still looking around. Lu Xiuwen felt a little depressed in his heart and said patiently: "Youyi, you see it's getting late. Let's find a place to taste the Seven Days Monkey King later, and then I'll take you home?"
"Ah? No need, Mr. Lu, I'll just go home." Chu Youyi suddenly realized that it was getting late!
If she didn't come home so late, there must be many people looking for her.
Lu Xiuwen said seductively: "Youyi, it's already this hour anyway, it doesn't matter if it's earlier or later. There's a carriage waiting for me outside. After you finish drinking this magical medicine, I'll take you back."
"This medicine has miraculous effects on beautifying the skin. I'm afraid a few brothers will snatch it away when I take it home. Let's try it quickly! It won't take much time, so let's go."
After that, Lu Xiuwen went up to hold Chu Youyi's hand. Chu Youyi instinctively dodged, but was still caught by the sleeve.
But the words had come to this, and there was no good reason to refuse. Chu Youyi stood up blankly and was led away by Lu Xiuwen, but her eyes were still fixed on Fang Zhengyi's position.
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