The whole place was silent. The kid who brought the wine dropped the wine bottle and smashed it to pieces. The wine flowed all over the floor but there was no reaction.
Good poetry does not require verbal comments, but it can give people an amazing feeling at first glance.
Even a bartender who is illiterate can be stunned in front of others, and any praise will be superfluous.
Xu Renjie was the closest, but he was scratching his ears. He was no longer afraid of the big man in front of him. He took a step forward and asked in a low voice: "You...what were you reading just now?"
Lin Wanjie clasped his fists and raised his hands. He looked more like a martial artist than a scholar. He glanced at the people present and raised his voice a bit: "I have a song "Snow on the River" that describes the scene of cold winter. Please comment on it. Birds fly across thousands of mountains. Tens of thousands of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."
"Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, and people have disappeared from thousands of paths. A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river..."
"Wow, wonderful, birds flying over thousands of mountains!" Some literati were amazed and applauded. They wanted to express praise, but when they opened their mouths to speak, they bowed their heads in a daze. Suddenly, they realized that none of the words they had mastered were enough to describe this work. wonderful.
Although there are not many words, the artistic conception is profound. Compared with the previous poems written by Xu Renjie and Mr. Xu, which only pursued the gorgeousness of words without any artistic conception. With just half a sentence, he was thrown away by thousands of miles.
"Quick, write it down!" The shopkeeper was so excited that he almost jumped up, "This Jiang Xuenai is an eternal masterpiece, a famous poem that will be spread throughout the world and be famous for thousands of years. I want to hang it on the wall of Zuixian Tower. At the front of the door, let all the guests passing by see it!"
An eternal masterpiece?
Yes, this is an eternal masterpiece!
Even if it is an eternal masterpiece, it does not need comments.
No one dares to say too much nonsense before doing this.
However, what is even more shocking and unacceptable is that such a famous article came from the mouth of a man who thought he was a reckless man!
This man is a man of lean flesh, shaped like a bison, with dark skin, a square face, thick shoulders, straight features, and straightforward eyes. He does not look like a cultured person.
how come?
How could such a chapter be written?
If famous articles that have been passed down for thousands of years were written by such a reckless man, would they, the self-proclaimed romantic men of letters, still have the face?
Could it be copied?
But how to copy such a stunning poem?
As soon as it is born, it will be famous far and wide. Where will it be someone's turn to copy it?
"Lin Da, you...don't scare Madam? Are you thinking about Wenquxing, you idiot?"
Yu Jiaoer's face turned red and white, and as soon as Lin Hanzi spoke, her whole person became unfamiliar.
What I was saying a second ago was: "Lie on your side on the bed and keep your fingers busy."
The next second it turned into: "Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared"?
This change is too big!
Shock! Absolute shock!
Yu Jiaoer was not very happy, but a little scared. If Lin Hanzi was really that talented, she...she felt like she couldn't hold him back.
No one responded at the scene.
Lin Wanjie walked up to Xu Renjie and put her hand on his shoulder: "Mr. Xu, did you just say that if I could write poetry, you would pluck my head off?"
"ah?"
Xu Renjie came back to his senses after hearing this and was stunned for a moment.
Seeing the big black face of the black bear in front of me again, my heart skipped a beat. After recovering from the shock of the poem, I instinctively felt something was wrong and turned to leave.
But he was pressed down by Lin Wanjie with one hand, so how could he move at all?
The pressure on my shoulders increased sharply, and the wooden boards on the second floor sank a bit.
"You...what are you going to do?"
"What?" Lin Wanjie sneered, "You said it, but you still don't know what I want to do?"
While talking, Lin Wanjie's big hand had moved from his shoulder to Xu Renjie's head.
Xu Renjie is worse than an ant in front of the big black bear. Do you think this person really wants to twist someone's head?
Others won’t, but not necessarily this black bear!
As soon as he thought about this, Xu Renjie felt a chill go straight from the soles of his feet to his forehead: "Help..."
As soon as the word came out, there was a "click" sound.
The scene was filled with cold air again, and now they even took a step back.
Xu Renjie's eyes turned white, time seemed to stand still, and his head turned... a strange 45 degrees!
"Ah! Killed!"
Someone screamed in surprise, and the scene instantly exploded.
Xu Renjie's head was turned to one side and his voice was lost. This was so scary!
But just when everyone was about to run, there was another "click" sound, and Xu Renjie's head was pushed back by Lin Wanjie. The man came back to his senses and shouted the second word - "Life!"
Everyone was stunned and thought to themselves: "You're not dead?"
"Your head is twisted like this, but you're still not dead?"
"The head...the head has recovered again?"
Xu Renjie's scalp was numb, and he felt like he had been through the gates of hell. The sour feeling of turning his head made him never want to try again...
Click!
Lin Wanjie turned his hand and Xu Renjie's head turned to the other side!
Xu Renjie rolled his eyes and stared at the waiter. He was so frightened that the waiter rolled down the stairs from the second floor and let out a series of screams.
Everyone at the scene took another breath!
Today at Zuixianlou, the guests didn't eat much food, and they were full after eating cold air.
Click...
There was another sound, and Xu Renjie's head recovered again.
Mr. Xu was frightened and knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes: "Brother, lord, lord! Please spare me, little man... I will never dare to tease my wife again."
Click, click, click!
Not to mention Xu Renjie, the surrounding spectators felt their necks getting cold and huddled up.
This guy is really screwing his head!
As a doctor, Lin Wanjie was able to divide the meridians and fracture the bones with ease.
Xu Renjie felt so good that all the bones in his body were numb, and he felt like his head could be twisted into a twist.
After tilting his head countless times until he recovered, Xu Renjie came to his senses and was speechless.
"You also know that you are teasing my wife? Next time, brighten your eyes and don't mistake coquettishness for coquettishness!"
After saying a word, Lin Wanjie slowly walked downstairs with Yu Jiaoer in his arms.
All the guests in the audience gave way. Who dared to provoke this man who looked like a bison?
Lin Wanjie came to the shopkeeper and said, "Is it enough to exchange my poem for your meal?"
"Enough is enough!"
The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly and took out a brocade box, which contained ten ingots of silver neatly arranged on two levels, totaling two hundred taels.
"Young Master? Ahem... This poem from me is worth a thousand dollars. It's an opportunity for the shop to give me a gift today. It's just a small gift, but it's not a sign of respect. If I come to Zuixian Tower in the future, I'll be free of charge forever."
The shopkeeper really understands. No wonder Zuixian Building is the first building in Hangzhou. With its layout, business will not be bad.
Lin Wanjie was also a cheerful person. He accepted the shopkeeper's offer, collected the money, and went out with Yu Jiao'er in his arms.
Yu Jiaoer's heart melted. She didn't expect Lin Hanzi to be so decent outside!
"Madam, why don't you cover your face?" Lin Wanjie reminded her in a low voice when she saw people around her looking at Yu Jiao'er.
Only then did Yu Jiaoer come to her senses and put her veil back on.
However, at this time, someone was already whispering behind her: "How does this lady look like Yu Jiao'er, the oiran from Mingyue Tower last year? Didn't she marry into the Xiao family and become the third wife of the Xiao family?"
