Chapter 984: You, this student, are a monkey and a monkey.
What is the occasion?
This is Master’s birthday party. Everyone is writing poems and lyrics to celebrate her birthday. What’s the point of writing “Nai He” twice in a row?!
Even if you are joking or having a bad temper, you must have a certain temper!
This is really unreasonable!
All the disciples were filled with indignation and indignant at what Zhu Pingan had done. They expressed their indignation and contempt with their eyes and sighs.
but
What happened next made them even more angry, and even those with bad tempers would burst into anger.
Because Zhu Ping'an, he, he, he then wrote three words "Nai Ruohe".
At this point, the first line of Zhu Ping'an's poem "Congratulations to Master's Mother on her Birthday" has been written: "What can I do, what can I do, what can I do".
Everyone was about to explode. Zhu Pingan went too far. Is this a birthday poem? It was advertised as "Congratulations on the birthday of my mother", but it actually wrote "Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing". It was full of negativity, decadence and disappointment. What kind of birthday celebration was this?
Poetry.
The scene was in an uproar.
Mrs. Xu turned her head and glanced at Xu Jie. Xu Jie smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to cover the lady's hand, and stroked it twice.
"Zihou, what kind of birthday poem are you writing?" Xu Fan could hardly hold the cup in his hand.
"A birthday poem." Zhu Pingan replied seriously.
Birthday poem?!!!
Nonsense!
No, no, no, no, no, no, what kind of birthday celebration is this? The tone is clearly a curse poem!
Everyone stood up for Xu Fan!
However, everyone's sighs, dissatisfaction and indignation did not affect Zhu Pingan's performance. Amidst everyone's indignation, Zhu Pingan's performance was super stable. Well, he picked up a new line and wrote two more words.
That's right
Still the word "Naihe".
crazy.
Zhu Ping'an must be crazy.
You madman, are you going to ruin your mentor’s birthday banquet? At this moment, everyone just wanted to stuff Zhu Pingan’s head into the inkstone!
Another "no way", Xu Fan was completely confused.
Zhang Juzheng touched his chin with his right hand, frowning tightly, and looked at Zhu Pingan without blinking.
Amid the indignation and criticism, Zhu Ping'an still had a smile on his face. He held the brush in his right hand and started swiping it again. He raised the brush to complete the second sentence. His brushwork was skillful and his brush strokes were as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water.
"But it's raining heavily today."
Although "Nai He" is no longer written, the criticism and indignation towards Zhu Pingan have not diminished at all.
Although you didn't write Naihe again, your sentence "Naihe today is raining heavily" is still full of negativity, decadence and disappointment. Moreover, this is a birthday poem. The first sentence is "Naihe, Naihe, Nairuo", and the second sentence is "Naihe, Naihe, Naihe."
"But it's raining heavily today", not to mention full of negativity and decadence, you've already written half of this poem, but it has nothing to do with birthday wishes.
Why!
Who is this?
Still have the face to smile!
Your teacher has been as kind to you as a mountain. Is this how you repay your teacher?! If I were you, I would have hung myself on the southeast branch right now to apologize to my teacher.
Everyone shook their heads and sighed, and the urge to stuff Zhu Pingan's head into the inkstone became stronger.
After writing the second sentence, Zhu Ping'an dipped the brush in ink again, and then moved the brush again without pausing for a second, like a dragon riding the wind and breaking through the waves, or a phoenix flying in the nine heavens with the wind, and wrote the third sentence of the poem in one breath.
come out:
"The pouring rain wishes my mother a happy birthday."
After Zhu Ping'an wrote this poem, there was a small sound of surprise from everyone in the lobby.
"ah?"
"this?"
"It seems a bit interesting."
After everyone saw Zhu Pingan's third sentence, they couldn't help but whisper in surprise. As soon as the third sentence came out, this birthday poem seemed to be a little more interesting. The negativity and decadence of the first two sentences seemed to be reduced a lot.
Although it's not as good as the birthday poems everyone made before, it finally looks like a birthday poem.
The indignation in everyone's hearts subsided slightly, and when they looked at Zhu Ping'an again, they had the feeling of watching a prodigal son turn back. Although this prodigal son still accomplished nothing, was slovenly, and unreliable, at least he was willing to look back.
Before everyone's surprise disappeared, Zhu Ping'an dipped his pen in ink again, finishing the last sentence of the poem in one breath. When he finished the pen, he paused lightly, and then suddenly raised the pen to withdraw it, just like a dragon waving its tail or a phoenix spreading its wings!
At this point, the whole poem comes to life on the page.
"Congratulations to Master's Mother on her Birthday"
Nothing can be done, nothing can be done,
However, it is raining heavily today.
The pouring rain wishes my mother a happy birthday,
Longevity is more than torrential rain.
Zhu Pingan took the pen back and the hall fell into silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Such a quiet atmosphere lasted for a full two seconds. After two seconds, the hall became lively as if boiling water was boiling.
"Ah good!"
"This is the finishing touch! What a poem!"
"It turns out that you can write a birthday poem like this! The number one scholar is worthy of being the number one scholar. His ability to control words is really amazing."
"Hahaha, this poem is really full of twists and turns, and it is soul-stirring. Especially the last sentence is the finishing touch. In an instant, the whole poem is transcended and sublimated. It is really a rare masterpiece for birthday celebrations."
"Let me just say, my mentor is so fascinated by the kindness of the number one scholar, how could the number one scholar mess up at my wife's birthday party? Haha, the number one scholar is really a talented person, bold and humorous. He deliberately wrote a birthday poem like this to cheer up.
"
After everyone came back to their senses, they all clapped their hands and applauded.
Everyone is a disciple of Master Xu. At first, they were just angry that Zhu Ping'an, the younger brother, actually wrote "Nai He" at Master's mother's birthday party. They thought he was just showing off his temper and being petty and ignorant. Now that the misunderstanding has been clarified.
, and this poem written by Zhu Ping'an was humorous and wonderful. It was a rare good birthday poem, so everyone was not stingy in their praise.
Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen are both more friendly than Rong Yan.
The dull atmosphere in the room was instantly swept away, and the atmosphere was warm, reaching the climax of the entire banquet.
Both expected and unexpected, Zhang Juzheng looked at Zhu Ping'an's birthday poem with a complicated expression. After a moment of silence, he clapped his hands along with everyone else.
"Haha, Zihou, you can do it."
Xu Fan came to Zhu Pingan with a smile and slapped Zhu Pingan hard on the shoulder, "Do you know, you just scared me. I'm still thinking about how I should plead for you if my mother gets angry.
Woolen cloth."
"Thank you for your concern, brother."
Zhu Pingan thanked Xu Fan with his hand, then pointed at the tea cup in Xu Fan's hand, and asked with a smile, "Haha, have you finished your tea? I wonder if there is still a penalty for Ping An being late for three glasses of wine?"
"You're lucky, kid." Xu Fan shook the tea cup in his hand, and half of the tea inside was swirling in the cup.
"Haha, thank you so much, brother." Zhu Pingan smiled and cupped his hands to express his thanks.
"Keke... You, my student, are really smart. This whole scene has taught me to remember his poems, and I can't even forget them..." At the head of the table, Mrs. Xu covered her head with a handkerchief.
Lips, tilted head, smiled and whispered to Xu Jie.