"Xiao Han, did you write this? Why am I feeling dizzy..."
Mr. Lu looked straight at Xiao Han.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that this poem came from the mouth of the little guy in front of him who was a bit philistine and a bit scoundrel!
"Yes! Uncle Lu, you don't know that the songs "Drunk in the Battlefield Lord Don't Smile" and "The Thread in the Hands of a Loving Mother" were both written by Xiao Han!"
Xiao Han heard Mr. Lu ask a question, but before he could speak, Xue Pan had already jumped out and answered him with pride.
Moreover, look at her look! Those who knew it said she was happy for Xiao Han, but those who didn't know it thought she had written these poems.
"What? Those two songs too?!"
At this time, Mr. Lu's voice suddenly rose! Many people looked over, but he looked at Xiao Han carefully as if he were looking at a monster!
You know, these poems were also widely circulated in Chang'an!
However, Xiao Han, the author, was selectively forgotten by some people for various reasons, and was not spread with the poem! So Mr. Lu always only knew the poem, but not the author!
Now, when Mr. Lu heard these songs, they were also written by Xiao Han. He was really shocked!
How could it be? These poems may be impassioned or gentle and tender. How could such completely different styles be written by the same person?
Mr. Lu was so shocked that he couldn't accept it, but Xiao Han couldn't help but smile bitterly because of the guilt of stealing poems: "Uncle Lu, it's just a few lines of poetry, why are you so excited?"
It's okay if Xiao Han didn't say this. When he said this, Mr. Lu's eyes turned red with jealousy: "Boy! What do you mean by a few lines of poetry?! These are peerless poems that countless talented teachers can't read.
One sentence! How could you write so many!"
"Nonsense! That's because I have learned thousands of years of fine art!" Xiao Han rolled his eyes, but he could never say it out loud. Now he could only use a more modest expression.
"Uncle Lu, there is a saying that good sentences are born in nature and come by chance. I am just like a naughty child who picked up a few beautiful shells on the beach when the tide receded." Xiao Han tried his best to answer in a low-key manner.
"How many shells?! That's it! Pick up another one for me in public!"
However, what Xiao Han didn't expect was that after hearing this, Mr. Lu reacted even more intensely than before, even blowing his beard and staring at Xiao Han!
What do you mean? Ah? What do you mean! You, a naughty child, can pick up shells casually? Think of me, the Lu family’s scholarly family for the thousandth year, and I didn’t even pick up a broken clam skin. Who are you kidding me?!
Mr. Lu was so furious that it took Xiao Han a long time to react to the retort, and then he had to smile bitterly.
This old man is too serious!
Not daring to irritate the old man any more, Xiao Han said after careful consideration: "Uncle Lu, don't get excited! When writing poetry, you have to pay attention to the right time, place, people, and careful consideration, right? You asked me to come up with one right away.
First of all, isn’t it a little embarrassing?”
"Deliberation? What do you mean!"
Now that Jia Dao has not been born yet, Mr. Lu naturally does not know the allusion of "examination".
However, he was too lazy to care about this. He stared with big eyes, pointed at Xiao Han and said, "You just came here casually! Now, uncle, I asked you to do it, but you said you can't do it? What do you mean?"
"It's no fun! I'll write it, but it won't work?!" Seeing that Old Man Lu was about to get angry! Xiao Han immediately surrendered and agreed first! If he didn't write a poem, he would probably die...
"Wait!"
Just when Xiao Han wanted to dismiss the old man with a random song, the old man spoke up again.
"What? It's no longer useful?" Hearing Mr. Lu shout to stop, Xiao Han quickly looked up at him in surprise.
However, Mr. Lu just hummed twice and continued to look at Xiao Han with contemptuous eyes.
"Boy, don't try to fool me! Although the poem just now is good, uncle, I want to change the style! Well, it's not difficult for you, just come up with a more passionate and generous one! Young people should always look like young people.
!”
"I'll go, this one also has a topic composition?"
Xiao Han stared at Mr. Lu in front of him in stunned silence, wondering if this old man was just a roundworm in his stomach? He knew everything he wanted? He even plugged the loophole in advance?
"Work! Pick up shells! Why, you can't pick them up!?"
Mr. Lu looked at Xiao Han proudly, but it was not that he had any bad intentions, he just wanted to tease Xiao Han! He just wanted to weigh him.
"This...let me think about it first!"
Seeing the old man's proud look, Xiao Han wanted to throw a arrogant poem in his face and ask him to squat down and sing "Conquer"? But in the end he held back. After all, that would be too fake!
Maybe, if you pretend to be prosperous, you will be struck by lightning!
"Think quickly! If you can think of it, do you see the biggest lantern in the middle of the shed? I will give it to you! That is the biggest and best one on Chang'an Street this year! Of course, if the poem is not good
, then there is nothing!”
Mr. Lu laughed heartily. Seeing Xiao Han's hesitation just now, he didn't forget to raise the bet again! But as a result, other people watching the excitement all looked at Xiao Han.
That lantern is, as Mr. Lu said, the king of lanterns during this year’s Lantern Festival!
Originally, according to the rules set by Mr. Lu, you had to guess seven lantern riddles correctly in order to get it!
Now, this young man only needs a poem in exchange for it. Those who are impatient can't wait to take out their own limericks and rush to the stage!
However, this is just a thought.
Everyone knows that with the power of the owner of the lamp shed, the only outcome of using limericks is to be beaten until the oil flows down...
"Give me that lantern?"
At this time, Xiao Han also followed Mr. Lu's arm and saw the most gorgeous big lamp in the center of the lamp shed.
What a guy! That lamp is almost as tall as a person, not to mention there are so many tassel accessories hanging around it!
Xiao Han always thought that this kind of lamp was only used to decorate the lamp shed, but he didn't expect that it could also win!
But seeing how big it is, even if you win, how can you lift it over?
"Ahem, Uncle Lu! The younger generation thinks that reading and writing poems are basically to clarify things and cultivate sentiments! They are not used to compare with others! What's more, it's just a lantern..."
Looking at Xue Panxi's expression without revealing anything, Xiao Han felt that he could grit his teeth and blackmail a little more!
However, Mr. Lu is obviously mature with age!
Seeing Xiao Han's appearance, he nodded repeatedly: "Yeah! You're right! In this way, you just write poems to cultivate sentiments, and you won't give away lanterns or anything like that!"
