"He is the creator of that song!"
Xu Yaochen took Yi Ning's hand and introduced him to the others.
"Hello everyone." Yi Ning held his hands.
Everyone else stood up and returned the courtesy. They all knew Xu Yaochen's character and would not lie about such things.
Therefore, these classmates were even more enthusiastic than Xu Yaochen. They came forward one by one and said such things as "I have heard of him for a long time, he is a great talent, and I regret meeting him so late."
As soon as they sang and harmonized, Yi Ning was regarded as a confidant by them.
Xu Yaochen didn't have any scheming ideas. Seeing that his classmate and Yi Ning were chatting happily, he was happy to see the result.
And how could Yi Ning not know what these people were thinking.
He didn't pay much attention to the flattering words of these people, but asked Xu Yaochen: "Do you want to go to the Winter Games?"
"ah?"
Xu Yaochen didn't react at first. After understanding what Yi Ning meant, he shook his head, "No, you said you have no intention of having an official career and don't want to be famous."
"I'm not interested in an official career, but I'm short of gold right now."
Yi Ning dismissed Xu Yaochen's concerns, "You just need to tell me now if you want to go to the Winter Games."
After hearing this, the classmates looked at Xu Yaochen, their eyes full of hope, wishing they could nod in Xu Yaochen's place.
Xu Yaochen didn't answer. He was still worried and stared at Yi Ning, trying to see the reluctance in the other person's eyes.
But Yi Ning just smiled and nodded.
After a long time, Xu Yaochen finally made up his mind and said, "Of course I want to go."
His classmates let out a long sigh of relief and were about to celebrate when they saw Yi Ning pointing at him: "Should we add them to our table?"
"???" The classmates immediately looked at Xu Yaochen nervously.
This time Xu Yaochen did not hesitate and nodded immediately: "We are all classmates and friends."
"Okay, give me the booklet." Yi Ning said.
A scholar handed over the brochure and Yi Ning took it, just when everyone thought he was going to submit a manuscript.
With a "tear" sound, Yi Ning tore the book in half.
"???" Several classmates were stunned, unable to follow Yi Ning's brain circuit at all.
Xu Yaochen thought that Yi Ning was still angry and was about to apologize when he heard the other party say with a smile: "Paper, pen."
Everyone was a little confused and had no reaction.
Yi Ning said helplessly: "The poem just now is not suitable for use. I will write a new one."
"I thought you were angry, Brother Yi." Xu Yaochen scratched his head, and then hurried to get paper and pen.
A classmate quickly followed and asked, "Why don't you advise Brother Yi to rewrite a song as good as the one just now? It's not a child's play!"
"I believe him!" Xu Yaochen said firmly and did not explain anything else.
As a scholar, he naturally carries pen and paper with him. After a while, Xu Yaochen put them in front of Yi Ning.
"I'll grind the ink." A classmate ran forward and took the initiative to grind the ink. He was afraid of another accident.
A pool of ink spreads out in the inkstone, and a faint scent of book wafts out.
Yi Ning's expression became solemn. He rolled up the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, picked up a brush with his right hand and dipped it in ink.
Then he took up the pen and splashed it freely on the paper, and a line of elegant, graceful but powerful words appeared on the paper.
Xu Yaochen also gathered around and read aloud silently along with Yi Ning's words.
"Looking at...the moon in the middle of the river?"
The seven people looked at each other after reading the title, all showing confusion.
Yi Ning continued to dip in ink and write slowly.
This is a poem by Lu Zhaolin, a poet in the early Tang Dynasty. Lu Zhaolin was also Sun Simiao's apprentice, so Yi Ning naturally remembered it clearly.
The whole poem uses the moon to express the passing time, as well as the deep longing and remembrance.
Thinking about the several lives in my dream, time flies by, and my friends and family cannot escape turning into a puddle of loess in the end.
Yi Ning unknowingly sinks into it, her pen moves like a dragon, and her words seem to come to life.
Words form sentences one by one and are presented on a white paper.
The river flows towards Xuanyang, and the moonlight is clear and clear. The round beads in the mirror slide through, and the strings are full of arrow wavelengths.
The sunken hook shakes the shadow of the rabbit, and the floating osmanthus moves the Danfang. We miss each other in the evening, and we share the same clothes thousands of miles apart.
After writing the last word, Yi Ning stopped writing.
Xu Yaochen and others were stunned for a while.
A classmate hit his hand with a fist, and he murmured to himself: "There is a painting in the poem, and a poem in the painting. It seems ordinary at first, but the more you read, the more it becomes more and more charming, like that old wine, which makes people feel happy."
"Yao Chen did not lie to us. Brother Yi's literary talents are like those high mountains, making people admire him."
Someone else said to himself that he was a little dissatisfied at first, but now he could only turn all his emotions into a sigh, the gap was too big.
"Brother Xu, you can present it to me." Yi Ning patted Xu Yaochen.
Xu Yaochen came to his senses and quickly shook his head: "Brother Yi, you wrote this. How dare I take credit?"
Yi Ning: "You know, I don't like fame, so just do me a favor."
Seeing that Xu Yaochen was still hesitating, Yi Ning said no more, turned and left: "I'll go and have a look."
After a while, he disappeared into the crowd.
After a while, some people woke up from the artistic conception of the poem and saw the booklet on the table. In their eyes, this was their ticket to the Winter Games.
And being able to go to the Winter Games means that the results in the government examination are basically stable.
So someone anxiously urged: "Yao Chen, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and submit your manuscript, the review will begin soon!"
"If you don't go, I'm going!" The person who spoke actually reached out to get the booklet.
"Brother Yi gave it to me!" Xu Yaochen didn't dare to hesitate. He grabbed the booklet on the table and ran towards the stage.
When he came back, although he was out of breath, his eyes were bright.
"It's time for unboxing and review!"
On the central high platform, a middle-aged Confucian scholar shouted.
The whole place fell silent instantly, and everyone at every table was extremely nervous. They all hoped that their poems would be valued by the judges.
The judges are three highly respected civil servants from Chaoyang Prefecture.
As the middle-aged Confucian scholar continued to read each poem, the faces of the three judges turned dark.
This cultural conference held every three years is actually supported by local officials.
In this way, you can get a rough idea of the level of this year's candidates before the government exam. Although there will definitely be some omissions, you can still see some things.
But this time it’s too stretched.
Not to mention some pseudo-artistic poems that express sadness in order to compose new lyrics, there were even doggerel poems just now.
The rooster crows once and pouts once, and the rooster crows twice and pouts twice.
Call out the fusang sun three times and sweep away the wind flowers and snowy moon.
An old judge clenched his fists and screamed, right? If there weren't so many people here, I would beat you until you crow!
He felt evil energy rising in his body, and he was thinking about whether he should go to the Immortal Pill Pavilion later.
"Table No. 24, contributor Xu Yaochen, poem titled "Watching the Moon in the River."
"The river flows towards Xuanyang..."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar on the stage did not continue to read aloud. He frowned and began to reflect on the charm of it. His intuition from many years in the literary world told him that this poem was not simple.
"what happened?"
"Why don't you read it?"
"Is the writing too bad?"
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but the three judges' eyes lit up and they began to sit up straight. They knew the character of their old friend, and he must have encountered a good poem.
Xu Yaochen and others looked at each other and saw the excitement on each other's faces.
These people knew very well the level of the submitted poems. Seeing the judges' reactions, they knew they were safe!
After guessing the answer, the classmates hugged each other and started celebrating, but Xu Yaochen quietly left.
He was going to find Yi Ning, and there were some things he didn't want to say.
After scanning the alley and not seeing Brother Yi, Xu Yaochen thought about his character and walked out of Tianshui Alley.
As soon as he raised the bead curtain and walked to the entrance of the passage, a deafening exclamation came from behind him.
Xu Yaochen smiled. He could figure it out without looking at the shocked expressions of the people at the scene.
At this time, Xu Yaochen also saw Yi Ning.
Brother Yi put the bamboo bag aside, leaned under the archway, and sat casually with a mint leaf in his mouth.
Xu Yaochen didn't know why, but he had an idea that an immortal should be like Brother Yi.
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