In fact, it is a bit difficult. If he just writes poems about chrysanthemums and scenery...he can easily do it.【】
But it is a bit difficult to write the "written evidence" promised to Mr. Ji into a poem. Why did I secretly say that I wanted to write it in poetry at that time? Isn't this asking for trouble... I can't say, I can only
Only by displaying such a trump card can we do it
It's decided... I didn't expect that I would have to use my trump card so soon... However, using such a trump card is not easy, but it requires a lot of thinking... Hey, just this once, don't do this again.
Such an arty stupid thing... Su
San simply closed his eyes and thought about it. Fortunately, he had something in mind, and he had experienced many things, and he was not impatient. Besides, his thinking ability was already faster than that of ordinary people. With this concentration of energy, his mind slowly relaxed.
The draft is finalized...for everyone to see
His eyes were slightly closed, with a contemplative look on his face. Naturally, he was waiting quietly. In fact, they were all curious about what kind of poems could make the great scholar Su think so hard about... There was about such a lamp
During the tea time, Su San gently opened his eyes.
Ren Yingying asked nervously, "But there is?"
Su San nodded, picked up the pen, and was about to write when he raised his head and said to Mr. Ji, "Mr. Ji is sitting so far away, can you understand?"
When Mr. Ji saw that he was just about to write, he still wanted to ask such a question, and he couldn't help but say angrily, "Write it for you... If you can't write it well, don't blame the old man. I'm rude..."
Mr. Yu chuckled softly. The old and the younger ones were quite interesting... Su San glanced at the smiling Mr. Yu, "Let Feng'er...sister, make me laugh..." According to his age, he called him Feng.
In fact, his son is the one who best suits his state of mind, but his actual age makes him
Here, he had no choice but to reluctantly add a sister... call her Sister Feng'er... Sister Feng'er? Yu Shi looked at Su San strangely. Although she felt that the title was a bit too close, Su San said it so naturally, she
It doesn't feel very abrupt either.
He smiled at Su San, which was regarded as acknowledgment of Su San's words, and acquiescence in Su San's title... Only then did Su San start writing.
Seeing that Su San had finally started writing, Tianxiang couldn't wait to read out word after word as Su San's strokes... "Ming... Xia... Altair, marry... He... Han... woman."
Su San stopped and went to fill up the inkstone in the inkstone. Here Tianxiang muttered, "Altair, River Girl... Isn't this a story about Chinese Valentine's Day? This poem is not bad, but if this story is used on my sister,
Is it appropriate?”
Mr. Ji also frowned. Just talking about this poem, it's okay. Although it's not outstanding, the wording is somewhat meaningful. But just as Tianxiang said, this poem is not an ordinary poem.
A poem of confession is a poem used as evidence of love... Is it appropriate to use the story of Chinese Valentine's Day?
And 'marry a Hehan girl'?
Is it possible that he regards Ren Yingying as the Seven Fairies and wants to imitate the story of that one-year meeting? This is a bit ridiculous... But the poem is not finished yet, how can he stop the ending... Su San did not listen to Tianxiang
He had already made up his mind, and he would not change it just because of other people's words... But Ren Ying
Ying was so nervous that she stared at the paper, thinking only about the last two sentences... Su San was full of ink, so he continued to write... Tianxiang hurriedly went to read... "Ying... Ying... In the blink of an eye, for
...The wife...is speechless...Hey, Mr. Su, what do you mean by this? What does 'the wife is speechless' mean?"
Tianxiang's eyebrows are all squeezed together... It seems that if Su San doesn't tell her that she is ugly, she will never give up... What kind of poem is this: Summer Altair, marrying the river girl; Yingying in the water
, I am speechless as a wife... I am speechless as a wife,
This is a bit too much...Then why are you marrying sister Yingying? This is not a love poem to express love, it is just a stab into the heart of people's hearts... Ren Yingying's face is also snow-white, and she looks at Su San weakly
He said, "Ning Yuan's poem is not finished yet?"
"It's done..." In order to show that it was really done, Su San gently put down the pen... "Is there a postscript or something like that?" Ren Yingying thought of the postscript that Su San gave a poem to last time, and felt a little uncomfortable.
He asked with certainty... "Oh, I forgot something."
Ren Yingying was overjoyed and quickly picked up the pen and handed it to Su San's hand... Su San thought about it briefly and then wrote the word "Qixi Festival" at the beginning of the poem... Then, at the end of the poem,
Write the word 'Ningyuan'..."Well, this is like a poem...it has a beginning, an end, and a signature..."
"No more?" Ren Yingying looked at Su San stupidly... "No more." Su San put down the pen, rubbed his hands, and said the poem with satisfaction, "Well, although it is a little shorter, the artistic conception of the poem is still clear.
How's it going? Do you like it?"
Seeing Yingying's face about to cry, Mrs. Yu couldn't bear to say, "Mr. Su, if you want to discuss this poem, it's really good, but this is not a Chinese Valentine's Day poetry gathering, nor is it a gathering of talented people and scholars competing for poetry.
This poem should have some profound meaning, right?"
"Deep meaning? I don't know what Sister Feng'er means by 'deep meaning'?" Pretending to be stupid and dumbfounded, if Su San takes second place in this kind of thing, no one dares to take first place... Ji Laoyi
He walked over with a livid face and was about to speak.
"Du..." Su Sanyi pointed at Mr. Ji, stopped Mr. Ji's words, and then said unhurriedly: "Some people, please don't talk casually. They carry 'Great Learning' and 'Hongru' on their backs."
For reputation, it is better to have more, listen more and speak less..."
Ji Lao was stunned. He looked at Su San and then read the poem written by Su San. He was a little hesitant... Could it be that he had misinterpreted the meaning of his poem? But the meaning of the poem was very clear... It was obvious that he yearned for that place very much.
Isn't this a clear rejection of the new good granddaughter that I see once a year, like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl? Isn't this intentionally making it difficult for myself? Isn't this intentionally breaking my promise to get fat?
Thinking about this, Mr. Ji's face became more and more tense... On the other side, Ren Yingying's tears finally flowed down. She shrugged her shoulders and almost stopped crying... Tianxiang glared at Su San and supported Ren Yingying.
Yingying's shoulders, whispering
While talking...Yu'er didn't understand what happened just now. She only knew that the young master wrote a poem, and then the situation changed; Tianxiang asked; then Yu's face also became troubled; Sister Ying
He started crying even more; his eyes
There is another old man in front of me, and his anger is getting bigger and bigger... What happened? Did I miss something? No... Could it be that the young master's poems are too poorly written? But I won't let everyone embarrass the young master like this.
Let's... look at Ji
The old man was about to have an attack. Su San quickly raised two fingers, pointed at the poem, and then pointed at his own eyes, then shook his fingers and said, "Buddha said: It cannot be said, it cannot be said. Once you say it, it is wrong... Ji Lao
, don’t let Ning Yuan look down on you!”
These words were very serious. Even if Ji Lao was about to get angry, he could only hold it back forcibly. He looked at Ren Yingying and Su San, and then turned his attention to the poem, thinking in his heart: Could it be that this poem
Is there really any mystery here?
He took a step forward and picked up the poem, moving it left and right, up and down, but there was no extraneous sound. He raised his head and saw Su San, still holding two fingers up, with a slight smile on his face... "No, in this poem
, there must be something wrong. Two fingers? What does it mean?" Mr. Ji withdrew his eyes and looked at the poem again... "'The Altair star of Mingxia will marry a Hehan girl. The whole space is filled with water, but I am speechless as a wife.'
What does this poem have to do with two fingers?”
"Think about it from the beginning, think about it from the beginning... What is the purpose of writing this poem? Naturally, it is to be used as evidence of 'engagement'. (Su San, this kid, refused to establish written evidence, so he said that he wanted to express it in poetry.) Is it expressed? Expressed.
Yeah, the meaning of this poem is clearly wrong..."
"Then what is this kid doing with his two fingers? It's really troublesome. When did this kid start playing with the word puzzle... the word puzzle? Is this a word puzzle poem? It doesn't look like it...
…Or should we say that this poem should be read in two parts? That’s not right either…”
Ji Lao's eyes turned back and forth on the paper, and his mind kept spinning many thoughts. He believed that Su San must have deep meaning, otherwise, he would not have said such weird words and done such a thing.
Weird movements, but what do those two fingers refer to? Can't he give any further hints?
Mr. Ji turned to Su San, but Su San shrugged his shoulders, stopped moving his fingers, sat down firmly, picked up the tea cup and drank water.
She looked like the old god was there, and did not leave Ren Yingying, who was crying and looking miserable... Mr. Ji was going crazy... He just wanted to tear the paper in his hand... Calm down, calm down, don't care
This boy, what kind of mystery is hidden in the poem? Old man, I have seen the world all my life, but I can't do this and come out..." I will think about it carefully and slowly... Okay, calm down,
Calm down...
Huh... He has already given a hint, which is two fingers. This is obvious, two fingers means two... I just made two fingers, which means two poems. This guy
, now make two fingers, what does it mean? Two characters? It should be two characters. Okay, then think about it... Two characters, are they two characters in the whole poem? Or each sentence?
Two words?”
Mr. Ji's eyes were fixed on the poem in his hand... "Mingxia's Altair will marry the Hehan girl. She will be in the water, but she will be speechless... two words... two words per sentence... two words per sentence...
Which two words? The first two? 'Ming Xia'? 'Marry'? Oh, it's interesting... Marry Ming Xia? Who to marry? 'Ying Ying' as wife'... Oh... you're such a kid, you actually hide it
Here... the first two words of each sentence
Words... Marry Yingying as my wife tomorrow... Oh, I should have thought of it a long time ago... Haha... So that's it... So that's it... Well, there is also the name of this poem, 'Qixi'... I'm afraid this poem's
The name is the agreed date. 'Chinese Valentine's Day' is good, this date can be... The signature also has Su San's word, 'Ningyuan', well, it makes sense to use this as a written document... Well, this brat..."
Jigong's face slowly calmed down, he took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and glared at Su San... This was too showy. He actually made his granddaughter so sad. Damn it...