"Brother-in-law, come closer..."
When Luo Qingzhou was about to read, the girl lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes again, and whispered.
After saying that, his face became even redder.
Luo Qingzhou knew that she was afraid that others would hear, so he didn't think much, took a few steps closer, and lowered his head beside her.
Song Ruyue, who was sitting aside, took a glance and moved her lips, but she still held back.
Her ears perked up.
Tang Jiasong, who was standing two steps away, had a stiff face. He was about to raise his steps to get closer to see Miss Qin Er's pretty face with blush. When he was writing in his jade hand, Luo Qingzhou suddenly moved sideways and directly used his back to hold him back. Against the outside.
Tang Jiasong: "???"
Song Ruyue glanced at it, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.
"Brother-in-law, you can read now..."
Qin Weimo could feel the hot breath he exhaled falling on his face, which felt so warm.
For some reason, whenever the young man was close to her, she felt that her cold body was suddenly bathed in the warm sunshine, which made her feel particularly comfortable.
"All the flowers are shaking, and only Xuanyan is blooming..."
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and read softly.
Qin Weimo came back to his senses, his eyes lit up, and he dipped his bare hands in ink. Just as he was about to start writing, Luo Qingzhou quickly said: "Slow down."
Qin Weimo paused after hearing this, raised his head and looked at him doubtfully.
Because the two of them were too close, when they raised their heads, they were facing each other, very close.
Qin Weimo's eyes were as bright as water, and even the roots of his ears turned red, but he did not move away from his pretty red face and eyes.
"Ahem..."
Song Ruyue on the side gritted her teeth and scolded: "Write quickly!"
Qin Weimo lowered his head, clenched the pen in his hand, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly.
Luo Qingzhou was thinking.
He thought of the scene in the small courtyard in the evening, with plum blossoms at sunset and beautiful women like flowers, and Miss Qin Er's melancholy eyes and words.
"Brother-in-law, tell me, this lonely winter plum has survived the winter, but withered in the spring when hundreds of flowers are blooming. Should I be happy or sad?"
Did she think of herself?
Luo Qingzhou was in a trance for a moment, then regained his composure, his eyes flashed, and he muttered in a low voice: "Wind and rain bring spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring..."
Qin Wei started writing with ink and lightly stroked the pen with his bare hands.
The small character Juanxiu is restrained and has a graceful and beautiful temperament.
"There are already hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches."
The girl's hands trembled and she continued to write ink.
Luo Qingzhou looked at her words, then glanced at her pretty face that still had a hint of blush, and continued to read: ""Queens don't compete for spring, they only repay spring when it comes. "
The girl paused for a moment, dipped her pen in ink, and continued writing with her head lowered. Her eyelashes were lowered and trembling slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, with a silent beauty.
Song Ruyue, who was sitting next to her, had already pressed her body tightly against hers at some point. Her erect ears were almost close to her face, and her eyes were fixed on the pen and ink she wrote on the snow-white rice paper.
"Brother-in-law...are there any more?"
After the girl finished writing, her little hands trembled slightly, her eyes still staring at the tip of her pen.
Luo Qingzhou looked at her weak appearance and whispered the last sentence: "When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she will laugh in the bushes."
The girl tightened her grip on the pen in her hand and hesitated for a few seconds. Then she started to write with a slight trembling, her eyes gradually becoming foggy.
She knew why her brother-in-law suddenly changed his words.
The brother-in-law must have thought of what she said in the courtyard before.
Those words were full of depression, hesitation about the future, disappointment in myself, and even despair...
The poem "brother-in-law" is answering her previous words and encouraging her.
Even if there are hundreds of feet of ice on the county cliffs, in the face of such a grand and cold winter scene, the plum blossoms are still standing alone, standing proudly and beautifully in full bloom...
"Quiet doesn't fight for spring, she only repays it when it comes. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she smiles in the bushes."
Spring is coming.
The world is filled with a soft and warm atmosphere, and the cliffs are finally covered with gorgeous mountain flowers.
But the plum blossoms that once stood out in the cold winter wind and snow, standing proudly and tall, did not have the slightest hint of jealousy or competition for beauty. They were quietly and quietly hidden in the brilliant spring scenery amidst the blooming flowers...
It has its season.
Even though she is lonely, silent, and no one appreciates her, it is her own world.
Her beauty embellishes the paleness; her fragrance adds the most beautiful breath to that lonely season...
That season was more beautiful because of her.
So, what's so sad about her?
At least she existed, bloomed, was beautiful, was stronger than others, and was more worthy of praise...
"Let me see."
While the girl was looking at the pen and ink on the paper with tears in her eyes, Song Ruyue at the side took the rice paper on the table and read it again.
"It hasn't been named yet."
Song Ruyue put the paper back on the table and said with a cold face: "Write any name you want."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and heard what she was saying: [It's okay to write about me, I'm not afraid of being famous]
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
Qin Weimo pondered for a moment and wrote the title: Luo Mo.
Then, he wrote the word card and the title: Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei.
Then he raised his head and said softly: "Brother-in-law, is it okay?"
Luo Qingzhou glanced at it, nodded and said, "Okay."
Song Ruyue on the side frowned, her pretty face was straight, and she sneered: "Luo Mo, Luo Mo... Haha, do you think I am blind or illiterate? And you think I don't exist?"
Qin Weimo said softly: "Mother, what would you say is a good name?"
Song Ruyue snorted coldly, turned away and said, "How do I know? Ask him."
Qin Weimo looked at Luo Qingzhou with a look of helplessness.
Luo Qingzhou glanced at the unhappy mother-in-law, stretched out his hand, took the pen from Miss Qin Er's hand, crossed out the word "Luomo", and wrote two words again in Miss Qin Er's handwriting. :Yue Mo.
Song Ruyue glanced sideways, turned away, looked out the window, and moved the corners of her mouth slightly.
Qin Weimo held back her smile, picked up the rice paper and said, "Mother, can you take a look at this name?"
"Hmph, you can write whatever you want, what does it have to do with me."
Song Ruyue finished speaking with a cold face, and immediately urged: "Hurry up and take it up, the time is coming."
It seems that they are afraid that they will change again.
Pearl hurriedly came over and stretched out her hand to take it.
Tang Jiasong, who was blocked by Luo Qingzhou, said quickly: "Aunt Song, Miss Qin, can I have a look?"
Qin Weimo smiled slightly and handed the rice paper to him generously.
Song Ruyue glanced at her, her eyes twinkling.
Tang Jiasong took it with both hands, lowered his head and stared at it carefully.
At first, he had a sneer on his lips, thinking that no matter what the poem was like, he would find faults and comment on it, but when he finished reading it, he suddenly fell silent.
"By the way Jia Song, didn't you just say that you also composed a song? There is pen and ink here. Write it down quickly. Let's take a look at it first and then send it up."
Song Ruyue suddenly said with a smile on her face.
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and secretly wondered: Why does this mother-in-law look a little sinister? How could it be that she was deliberately teasing and attacking the guy she dubbed "Jia Baoyu"?
When Tang Jiasong heard this, his expression suddenly froze and his face turned red.
The muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched, he lowered his head, returned the poem in his hand, and said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Aunt Song, I'm... I just suddenly remembered that poem, and it still has some flaws, so I won't take it out for now. …”
Zhuer took the rice paper in his hand and walked quickly towards the oiran who was collecting the works on the stage.
"oh."
Song Ruyue said "Oh" and didn't force it any more. She still said with a smile on her face: "It doesn't matter, just wait until you have revised it and then write it to me."
Tang Jiasong's face was stiff and he didn't dare to raise his head. He cupped his hands and said, "Well, Jiasong will definitely work hard to revise it."
Unexpectedly, Song Ruyue added another sentence: "Don't be in a hurry, just revise slowly. I believe that with Jiasong's talent, the revised works will be better than those of my incompetent son-in-law. Huh, this kid just couldn't think of anything. I didn’t think about it for a while, I didn’t even type a draft, I read it out casually in one breath, without changing a word, it’s like I don’t have any respect for the work! Compared with you, Jia Song, you are a million miles away!”
As soon as these words came out, Tang Jiasong's face became even stiffer, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times. He was immediately ashamed and dared not stay any longer. He quickly cupped his hands with a blushing face and said: "Song... Aunt Song, um, I still have friends over there. I'll go first." Go say hello and come back later.”
Song Ruyue smiled and said: "Go ahead, there will be a second show later. I believe you can write better poems."
Tang Jiasong didn't dare to reply, blushed, and hurriedly retreated.
After he walked away, the smile on Song Ruyue's face gradually disappeared and her expression darkened.
Qin Weimo glanced at her and asked doubtfully: "Mother, you...you seem to suddenly dislike that Young Master Tang?"
When Song Ruyue heard this, she rolled her eyes: "What do you mean I suddenly don't like Mr. Tang? Have I ever liked him?"
Qin Weimo was stunned for a moment and said weakly: "Yesterday, my mother was full of praise for him..."
Song Ruyue snorted coldly and said angrily: "I didn't! You heard wrong!"
Qin Weimo: "..."
After a moment, Song Ruyue said with a cold face: "That man is not good, Weimo, don't see him again, and don't talk to him again. Huh, your Aunt Zhang is just unreliable. Who did you introduce? Not only is he poor, but he also likes to brag. He also has a sneaky look, which makes him not a good person at first glance."
Hearing this, Qin Weimo looked curious: "Mother, where is Mr. Tang so sneaky?"
Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes and said: "Eye, appearance, demeanor, temperament. Let me tell you, I have seen many guys like this who like to put on airs. They do one thing in front of others and another behind their backs. On the surface, they look like good people than anyone else, but secretly they do all kinds of bad things. I didn't like it when I saw him today. This is my mother's intuition. My mother's intuition is always right. Don't worry, my mother will not push you into a pit of fire. "
Luo Qingzhou was listening and thought to himself, this mother-in-law has a lot of skills, she is not a stupid woman who is only narcissistic and arrogant.
Qin Weimo suddenly blinked his eyes and whispered: "Mother, can you see my brother-in-law? What kind of person do you think my brother-in-law is?"
Song Ruyue snorted coldly, glanced at the boy next to her, rolled her eyes, and said only two words: "Idiot!"
Qin Weimo bit her pink lips, laughed softly, and took a peek at the young man beside her. Her beautiful eyes were watery, and she didn't dare to speak anymore.
Not long after.
Oiran Wuyi's voice suddenly came from the stage: "Guests, please be quiet. The results of this first poetry competition have come out. But for the sake of fairness and to make everyone convinced, here are the top three works. The ranking has not been finalized yet. After the little girl reads out these three works, everyone can comment. If you feel that the ranking is inappropriate, the seniors will discuss and comment again."
As soon as these words came out, the hall that was noisy just now immediately became quiet.
The oiran held three pieces of rice paper in his hand, smiled coquettishly, and looked at the first one.
Everyone in the audience was holding their breath, their eyes were blazing, and they were secretly hoping that one of their own works would be among them.
Qin Weimo was not worried at all.
She turned her head and looked at the young man beside her, her eyes moved, and she asked in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, do you look good?"
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to look away from the stage, looked at her and said, "It doesn't look good."
Qin Weimo's mouth showed a playful look, half-smiling but not smiling: "Weimo is asking... Weimo himself. Brother-in-law, don't you think Weimo is good-looking?"
Before Luo Qingzhou could answer, another "cough" sound suddenly came from beside him.
Song Ruyue glared at him with a cold face.
Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to speak anymore.
At this time, the oiran on the stage had already begun to read out the first piece.
"Yongmei."
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