"It's "Bamboo and Stone"."
Ning Wuyi blurted out, and the catchy and exciting poem appeared in his mind. Then he thought that his fifth brother didn't know this poem, so he changed the topic with a wry smile.
"This poem was written by a newly born great poet in Jinling. You won't understand it even if I mention it to my fifth brother. I came here to ask my fifth brother something else."
Ning Wuyi did not rush home to revise the poem according to Ji Jin's suggestion. He came to Ping'an Medical Center first because he was worried that the papyrus seen in the stone pavilion would bring trouble to his fifth brother.
The fifth brother is simple in nature and can be easily deceived.
Next, he also wanted to tell his fifth brother that Liu Qingfang and Ye Changlong had a close relationship in private. He couldn't just watch his fifth brother sacrifice everything for Liu Qingfang only to be kept in the dark and treated like a fool.
"Third brother, don't worry about asking other questions."
Ning Wuyi was worried that he would not have the right time to show his new self to his grandfather.
At the same time, he was also worried that the big old man's grandfather would not be able to appreciate his changes, so he happened to take advantage of the third brother's presence to help witness it.
"I really understand the song "Bamboo and Stone" you are talking about, because I sold it to the students who landed on the island. It was twelve taels per poem. In addition to "Bamboo and Stone", I also sold nine other poems, making a total of one hundred taels. "
Ning Wuyan paused, then turned to Ning Feng and added something.
"Grandpa, actually what I wanted to tell you just now is that I will return the hundred taels pledged to the medical center to Ye's pawn shop. The mortgage contract has also been cancelled. You no longer need to borrow money from the two aunts."
"..."
"..."
Ning Feng and Ning Wuyu were dumbfounded.
One is because Ning Wuhuang said that he made one hundred taels on his own.
One is because Ning Wuhao said that he sold ten poems to students who went to the island.
Ning Wuyi had heard the students talk about how someone sold ten poems to help others land on the island.
But the topic that everyone talked about centered around which great talent and poet wrote the poem, and did not mention who sold the poem at all.
At this time, when I heard Ning Wuxu say that he sold it, only one thought flashed through my mind - my fifth brother knew who the person who wrote the poem was!
"I know grandpa and third brother, you may not believe it." Ning Wuhuang took out the masterpiece he had prepared from his arms and sent it to his grandpa.
Ning Feng frowned inexplicably and did not take it.
Ning Wuyang knew that there were some things that could not be justified by words.
Especially if a big idiot suddenly becomes enlightened, if there is no process for others to accept it, he might be treated as a ghost and be killed.
So he also thought of a suitable excuse.
"Grandpa, since I took the fake medicine, I feel that my mind has suddenly become brighter. I can understand all the things that I couldn't understand before. I seem to be able to read poems that I didn't understand before. This poem was written by me just now. Yes, written specifically for grandpa."
After Ning Feng heard his rhetoric, he reacted as if he was hearing a fantasy, and he grabbed the piece of papyrus with hesitation.
Ning Wuyu asked with an encouraging smile, "Can fifth brother still compose lyrics?"
The paper opens.
After Ning Wuyou glanced at the writing on it, he pursed his lips and suppressed a smile to avoid hurting his fifth brother's self-esteem.
This is the first time that my fifth brother has been brave enough to write lyrics in so many years of literacy. It doesn’t matter if his words are ugly.
But when he clearly recognized the contents on the papyrus, his smile disappeared and was replaced by shock and shock.
"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and read the sword. I dreamed of the trumpet blowing company camp. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, fifty strings were beating outside the Great Wall, and the soldiers were ordered in autumn on the battlefield.
The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain! "
As Ning Wuyu recited this poem sonorously and powerfully, Ning Feng tightened his grip on the Tiger Head Guan Dao that he had polished until it shined even though he had never drank blood over the years.
Ning Feng considers himself to be a big boss. It is precisely because of this that he was unable to be promoted and was reduced to this.
But even if he is a rough guy and his knowledge is only about recognizing the words, when he heard this poem, scenes of him on the battlefield flashed before his eyes, and his fighting spirit was about to disappear with the dull and boring life. Momentarily high-spirited.
Misfortune happens in vain!
Misfortune happens in vain!
"Well written!"
Ning Feng sighed in admiration and patted Ning Wuyan's shoulder hard. Their eyes met, and tears flashed in Ning Feng's eyes.
"My dear grandson, grandpa doesn't understand poetry, but grandpa thinks this poem you wrote is better than anyone else's!"
Ning Feng originally meant a word of encouragement.
Next to him, Ning Wuyi echoed with a strange expression: "Grandpa, this poem by Fifth Brother is indeed enough to be included in the "Collection of Thousands of Daxing Poems". In my opinion, it can also be included in the top ten poems!"
ah? !
My dear grandson can write lyrics so well?
This shocked Ning Feng, who had no culture and only knew how to applaud. He looked at Ning Wuyan who looked calm after hearing Ning Wuyi's praise in astonishment, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.
Something is wrong.
My dear grandson seems to be different from usual.
"Nothing's wrong."
Ning Feng's instinct of encountering an enemy on the battlefield suddenly came to his mind, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Grandpa, are you okay?" Ning Wuyang still looked calm and calm.
The more he acted like this, the more Ning Feng's right hand holding the knife tightened.
"When did grandpa last hit you?"
"On New Year's Day, when I gave the copybook that my third brother borrowed from me to Miss Liu, I later found out that it was the dowry that my second aunt kept at the bottom of the box. You beat me so hard that I couldn't get out of bed for ten days."
Ning Wuhuang knew that his grandfather was testing whether he was still the same person.
Sorry.
He inherited his original memory.
It's just that he didn't inherit his original personality.
When Ning Feng heard this answer, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then slapped Ning Wuyan hard on the shoulder again, with a smile on his face.
"My dear grandson, you are about to make a difference! You can even compose lyrics! It looks like there will be smoke rising from the graves of my ancestors of the Ning family!"
Faced with the unknowing Ning Feng being so happy and still savoring the subtleties of this poem, Ning Wuyu's expression changed drastically.
He suddenly realized a very serious question: "Fifth brother, you just said that you sold those ten poems to others? How did you sell them?"
"Write it down and sell it."
Ning Wuyan answered without thinking, tapping his temples with his fingertips.
"I went to the lake and saw the title on the flagpole, and ten poems popped into my head. I went home and wrote them down. I happened to meet a friend from Ye's pawn shop who came to collect debts. I thought of ten poems, ten poems. One hundred taels is just right, so I sold it."
We are not afraid that someone will tell lies, but we are afraid that the lies will be adulterated with the truth.
Ning Wuyi was speechless when he saw the still innocent fifth brother saying that writing ten poems was as easy as copying ten poems and selling them so cheaply.
He couldn't believe that his fifth brother suddenly became a great poet that students flocked to.
But the poem in front of him made him believe it.
But this matter is too bizarre, even if it is a genius, it is nothing more than this.
"Fifth brother, you can write poems and lyrics. Can you evaluate poems and lyrics?"
Ning Wuzhen was curious whether his fifth brother was blessed with food from God or if he really had a spiritual orifice.
If it was the former, he would have to persuade the fifth brother to conceal the matter, otherwise the sudden burst of inspiration would not last long and would only make people question whether the fifth brother, who could not even read articles fluently before, was lying and trying to please others.
Will become the target of public criticism.
If it's the latter... maybe there's really smoke coming out of the ancestral grave.
Criticize poetry? Ning Wuyao thought to himself: Isn't it just looking for trouble? As a gold medal planner, I am very good at asking my staff to revise drafts.
"Let's try it. It doesn't cost anything anyway."
When Ning Wuhu saw that he had agreed, he immediately forgot about his grandfather who was present. The two brothers walked through the gate and walked into the medical center arm in arm.
Tuliu Ningfeng stood on the spot holding the Tiger Head Guan Dao. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and looked at the plaque of "Ping An Medical Center" with tears in his eyes.
"My dear grandson survived the catastrophe and will be blessed later!"
Suddenly.
Ning Feng thought about what his sweet grandson said about his physical discomfort just now, and he was so nervous that he quickly took out the prescription in his arms.
