The two Wu Mingli brothers also entered the pavilion.
Yun Luochuan said calmly: "In order to travel these days, people are sitting on carriages, and my joints are stiff. I went out for a walk and ended up here.
If my cousin and Ziyu have something to discuss here, I will leave first."
As soon as he heard that he was leaving, Ou Ziyu hurriedly said: "Brother Yun, don't leave! We are not talking about anything serious, I just got the first poem and I want Brother Mingli and the others to appreciate it.
Brother Yun, please stay and listen, and see if my lyrics are good or not."
Wu Mingyi smiled and said: "Ziyu, are you trying to embarrass my cousin?"
His idiot cousin can't even read books. If he's asked to appreciate poetry, isn't that making things difficult for him?
"Brother Mingyi, why did you say this?"
Ou Ziyu looked at Wu Mingyi in confusion.
"My good cousin hates reading. He can't even recognize the characters and doesn't understand poetry at all. How can I tell whether your poetry is good or not?"
Wu Mingyi looked at his cousin and said.
Ou Ziyu was stunned. Brother Yun looked like a man who was full of poetry and calligraphy. How could he not even understand poetry?
"Brother Yun, don't you understand poetry?"
he asks.
Yun Luochuan glanced at his two cousins who seemed to be laughing at him, and said to Ou Ziyu: "Not proficient, just a little understanding!"
"Haha..." Ou Ziyu said with a smile, "I just said that Brother Yun doesn't look like he doesn't understand poetry."
He looked at Wu Mingyi and said, "It seems that it's not that Brother Yun doesn't understand poetry, but that Brother Mingyi doesn't understand your cousins."
I don’t understand, how could they not understand, their cousin is just a idiot who can’t read.
When they were young, their cousin came to their house to play, and their father taught them how to read together.
Because my cousin had a dull talent, his father couldn't teach him well no matter how hard he taught him. He made him stand up, slapped his palms, and was not allowed to sleep until he finished copying the text.
Later, their cousin only knew how to play chickens and dogs, and lost his ambition in playing with things. When he got older, he started to look for flowers and flowers, which became more and more embarrassing.
What he says now that he understands a little is just because he is afraid of being laughed at by outsiders, so he deliberately pretends that he understands a little.
Wu Mingli planned to expose him mercilessly, frowning and said: "Cousin, I know you are very proud and don't want to lose face in front of me and Mingyi's friends, but you can't lie! This is a quality issue."
"When have I lied?"
Yun Luochuan frowned slightly.
"If you say you understand a little bit, aren't you lying?
When you were a teenager, you couldn't even recite a thousand-word essay.
In these years, apart from eating, drinking, having fun, looking for flowers, and being a dandy, have you ever read half a book?"
Wu Mingli simply said it all so that Ziyu could see clearly what kind of person his hypocritical cousin was.
Don't be fooled by his outstanding appearance and aloof temperament.
Eat, drink and be merry?
Looking for flowers and willows?
Dandy?
Ou Ziyu looked at Yun Luochuan and felt that what he said was not related to what Brother Mingli said.
Yun Luochuan was not annoyed, and looked at Wu Mingli with a calm expression and asked, "My cousin has been by my side every day these years?"
"I'm in Sucheng and you're in Jiangzhou, how could I be by your side every day?
And you haven’t been to Sucheng for three or four years."
Wu Mingli rolled his eyes secretly.
You are indeed a idiot, you can even ask such a question.
Yun Luochuan smiled and shook his head and said: "Since my cousin said that I haven't been to Sucheng for three or four years, how can my cousin know whether I have read half of the book in these years?"
"..." Wu Mingli was speechless for a moment.
"The ancients said that when people see each other after three days, they should look at each other with admiration, not to mention you and I haven't seen each other for three or four years.
How do you know that in these three or four years, I won’t change from someone who doesn’t understand poetry to someone who understands it a little bit?”