After hearing Ye Zhiqiu's admission that he indeed had the entire poem, Qin Dewen looked ecstatic and said, "Young friend Ye, read it quickly."

When he said this, Qin Dewen's voice even trembled.

On the side, except for Qin Xiaoyu, Qin Yongbo and Song Mei, who didn't know the reason, had a look of doubt in their eyes. They didn't understand what poem made Qin Dewen so excited.

Ye Zhiqiu did not refuse Qin Dewen's request.

Ye Zhiqiu closed his eyes and meditated, recalling his own emotions at the same time. The room fell into silence. Everyone seemed to have a vague premonition and did not disturb him.

At this time, Qin Yongbo silently took the "Legend of the Condor Heroes" aside and found that the wrinkles on one page were obviously much deeper than the other pages. It must have been read repeatedly.

On this page, Qin Yongbo quickly discovered the origin of the poem "Aspirations are hungry and eat Huns' meat, and they are laughing and talking about thirsty and drinking the blood of Huns." After a little thought, he understood the whole story.

——Writing poems about General Yue? No wonder.

With Qin Dewen's obsession with poetry, it is indeed very uncomfortable if he cannot read a good poem in its entirety.

Thinking of this, Qin Yongbo became interested.

Growing up in a scholarly family, Qin Yongbo's cultural literacy is not low, and the historical figure he admires most is General Yue...

After a while, Ye Zhiqiu opened his calm eyes and said in a deep voice: ""Man Jiang Hong·Written in My Heart"."

"I am so angry that I lean on the railing and the rain stops."

"Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings."

As soon as the first sentence came out, Qin Yongbo's body was shaken.

What a good word!

If the "Turtle is Longevity" just now expresses a kind of life mentality that is strong and positive, the emotion of "Man Jiang Hong" is intense to the extreme.

The first few sentences start suddenly, and there is a feeling of generosity and heroism. It seems that you can hear that the anger in the lyricist's chest is burning and unstoppable...

Ye Zhiqiu calmly continued with a low voice.

"Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait for a moment. The young man's head will turn gray, and it will be empty and sad."

"The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved. The hatred of the ministers will never be over."

Hearing this, Qin Yongbo felt extremely depressed.

There is no way to ask for a job, no way to serve the country. The shame brought by that period of history can be truly felt from the poem.

On the side, Qin Dewen's face was extremely shocked, and he stared at Ye Zhiqiu, fearing that he would miss a word.

After the extreme suppression, Ye Zhiqiu's voice seemed to suddenly become passionate.

"Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain."

"The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty."

"Start from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and build the Heavenly Palace!"

When the poem ended, the room fell into silence, and no one made a sound.

After a while, Qin Yongbo took a deep breath, suddenly remembered something and looked aside quickly.

At this time, Qin Dewen still closed his eyes and said nothing, immersed in the artistic conception of the poem just now. His slightly trembling hands showed that he was not calm at this time.

A worried look flashed in Qin Yongbo's eyes, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he refrained from disturbing Qin Dewen.

Fortunately, the next moment Qin Dewen suddenly opened his eyes.

"good!"

"good!"

"Good words!"

Qin Dewen shouted "good" three times in a row, his voice extremely excited.

"What a spirit! What an ambition! The boldness and boldness of these words surpass those of modern and ancient works!"

Qin Dewen was so excited that he stood up from the hospital bed.

This move really startled the people next to him, and Qin Yongbo, who was close, quickly stepped forward to help him.

"I'm fine."

Qin Dewen stabilized his body, and after his emotions calmed down a little, he looked at Ye Zhiqiu with burning eyes and said: "Young friend Ye, I have a merciless request."

"Can I write this song "Man Jiang Hong" on my behalf?"

"Dad." Qin Yongbo advised, "Your body is still..."

Qin Dewen ignored it and still looked at Ye Zhiqiu.

Meeting Qin Dewen's gaze, Ye Zhiqiu had a complicated expression on his face, opened his mouth, and finally replied.

"Can."

Qin Dewen looked overjoyed and said loudly immediately.

"Yong Bo!"

"Pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

On the side, Qin Yongbo, who knew that more persuasion was useless, sighed softly, responded and prepared to go.

Qin Dewen lived in the special care ward, and all basic patient requirements could be met. It was not difficult to find pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Under Qin Yongbo's arrangement, someone quickly brought the things in.

At the same time, for the sake of safety, Qin Yongbo also called a doctor to wait on the side.

Fortunately, the ward is large enough, and even if there are a few more people, it won't seem crowded even if these things are placed.

When everything was ready, Qin Dewen waved his hand and refused the help of others, and slowly walked to the desk.

"Yongbo, Yanmo."

Qin Yongbo responded, his movements skillfully polished.

At this time, Qin Dewen's mood had completely returned to calm, and he smiled at Ye Zhiqiu.

"Young friend Ye, I'm tired."

Ye Zhiqiu nodded and his face became serious.

The room fell into brief silence again, with only the slight sound of grinding ink.
Chapter completed!