What is a cultural person? Those are people who have read poetry and books and have a bookish spirit from the inside out.
A well-informed person like Jiang Cheng has long had his own set of criteria for judging scholars. In his eyes, scholars have their own momentum.
But to say that Shen Hao is a scholar, and also a scholar with excellent literary talent... Jiang Cheng really doesn't believe it.
Even if Lianxiang sang the lyrics of the song called "One Cut Plum", Jiang Cheng still didn't believe it. What if he copied it from somewhere? It's not impossible.
This is not a prejudice in Jiang Cheng's heart, but a habit of cognition. He is used to seeing as believing and hearing as false.
But there are some things in this world that may not necessarily be true if you see them with your own eyes.
"Mr. Shen Qi, you gave a poem to Sister Xiuyun when we first met. You are no worse than Sister Xiuyun, so you also gave me a poem!"
With a sweet voice, she pulled Shen Hao's arm and leaned half of her body on Shen Hao.
If this was normal, any woman who dared to flirt with him would have given them a taste of it, but not today. Just now, Jiang Cheng was restrained by the Lianxiang singer, and Shen Hao couldn't help it.
"That's right, Shen Hao, if you have any, just give her a poem. You won't lose anything." Jiang Cheng also wanted to see if Shen Hao was really talented in literature, and also made a point.
"is it okay!"
Feeling the heat and charm coming from Lianxiang's body, Shen Hao swallowed subconsciously, shouting loudly in his heart, and nodded quickly and said: "Since the adults have said it is not a loss, there is no problem. I wonder what Miss Lianxiang has to say. idea?"
"Is this still possible? Mr. Shen Qi is planning to write now?!"
Lianxiang's eyebrows lit up. She had actually previously doubted whether "One Cut Plum" was really written by Shen Hao. After all, Shen Hao did not seem to have anything to do with "cultural people". But now Shen Hao actually asked her what "ideas" she had. If this wasn't to write based on her thoughts, what else? !
"Miss Lianxiang, just say it, it's just a word."
Shen Hao is full of confidence. Thousands of years of Chinese poetry are stored there. What kind of situation can't he cope with? Moreover, Jiang Chengdu spoke. He had just entered the family now, so he had to give him this face.
"Hehe, then I'll say it!"
"please."
"Well... I really like the charm of "One Cut Plum" that you gave to sister Xiuyun. Why don't you, Mr. Shen, please give me a poem with that charm?"
Similar to "One Cut Plum"?
Shen Hao nodded, closing his eyes as if he was conceiving, but in fact he was searching in his mind for the treasures left by the ancestors of China to see which one would be suitable.
Everyone in the venue was silent. They had never eaten pork and had seen pigs running before. It was expected that Shen Hao was writing at this time, so they were afraid of disturbing him.
Over a cup of tea, Shen Hao picked a song that he was quite satisfied with.
He opened his eyes, brewed his emotions for a while and then chanted:
"I live at the head of Baijiang River, and you live at the end of Baijiang River.
I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink the water of Baijiang together.
When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?
I only wish that your heart is like my heart,
It will definitely live up to your love. "
The first time Shen Hao read it, the second time he sang it directly to the tune. Although Shen Hao's voice is average, his pitch is still good, so when he sings a song and adds lyrics, it sounds pretty good.
This kind of tune is just like that in the eyes of a few elders in the room. It sounds good, but it is not that appetizing. However, in the ears of Lianxiang Singing Girl, it is like a picture scroll, desolate, melodious and melancholy. I almost subconsciously put myself into the situation of the woman in the poem.
I don’t know whether this poem was written into Lianxiang’s heart or whether she was a very emotional person. Anyway, Lianxiang’s pretty face was already covered with tears as soon as Shen Hao finished singing the song.
"Uuuuuuu, Mr. Shen Qi, you are so bad, you make people cry!"
While sobbing, she threw herself into Shen Hao's arms and wiped her tears. This green-waisted singer was much harder to resist than the Wen Xiuyun she had seen before. Not everyone could learn this charming and pitiful temperament.
Shen Hao shook his head to calm his mind and said with a smile: "Miss Lianxiang, you'd better get up quickly, your makeup will take a long time."
"snort!"
Xiaofen punched her chest, but Lianxiang still sat up straight. Looking again, there were no traces of tears anywhere, and her makeup was not messed up at all. The men around him laughed.
Lianxiang glanced resentfully at the incomprehensible man next to her, and asked expectantly: "What is the name of this poem?"
""Bu Suanzi·I Live in Baijiangtou"." The name was changed by one character by Shen Hao. Otherwise, if the original "Yangtze River" is used, how can we explain it? There is no place named Yangtze River in this world.
"Huh? This name is so weird! What does divination mean?"
"A kind of... Ci brand name, I thought of it myself. Let's not talk about this, is Miss Lianxiang still satisfied with this Ci?"
"Yeah! I'm very satisfied. It's so beautiful and sounds great! I think it's no worse than the "Yijianpengmei" you gave to sister Xiuyun. Thank you Mr. Shen. Well, you don't mind if I try to play and sing it now? I'm a little itchy. ,whee."
"Shen is all ears."
The beauty's piano songs are naturally not comparable to those of a dabbler like Shen Hao. The sound of the piano is melodious and continues with a beautiful prelude.
"I live at the head of Baijiang River, and you live at the end of Baijiang River.
I miss you every day without seeing you, drinking the water of the Baijiang River together..."
When the same song "Piexiang" is sung, it feels like the sounds of nature. When people follow the notes, they can involuntarily see the images in the words in their minds, as if they are experiencing the inner ups and downs of a resentful woman.
At the end of the song, the applause was well deserved, and Jiang Cheng patted Shen Hao on the shoulder with emotion and said: "I didn't expect that a place like our Xuanqing Guard, which specializes in killing talents, would actually produce a scholar like you. Tsk tsk, this is a great thing, you will have to help me grow my face in the future!"
"As you command, my lord."
"Haha, okay, look at the wine, I'm happy today, let's continue drinking!"
Wang Jian: "..."
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The next day, Shen Hao shook his head and climbed out of bed, put down a banknote next to his pillow, then got up, washed himself briefly, and left Hongenyuan.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I was surprised to see Wang Jian squatting on the side of the road, gnawing on a roasted sweet potato with a bleak look on his face.
"Any more? Give me one."
"Chief flag?! Are you up so early? Here, there is another one, warm."
"Are you feeling better?"
"My head still hurts a little. Do you think that such a good wine made by the gods is so bad in the head? I almost vomited myself to death last night, but luckily I bought roasted sweet potatoes, otherwise I would have been miserable all day today."
"Well, roasted sweet potatoes are indeed good for nourishing the stomach after drinking. Let's go to Qianhushao. I have some business to do today."
"Okay flag general."
The two of them gnawed on the roasted sweet potatoes in their hands as they walked. When they reached the door of Qianhu House, they just finished eating and wiped off the residue on their hands. They showed their badges and walked through the door and headed straight for the mansion of Jiang Cheng, the official of Qianhu House. .
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Ps: "Bu Suanzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River", author: Li Zhiyi; song: Teresa Teng version
