This group of people, like Yan Yan, have been waiting eagerly.
It's like a lame man with an amusing brain who insists on doing a hundred hollow somersaults on a single-plank bridge under the spotlight. Then everyone's expectations are just when he will fall and how badly he will fall after falling.
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In the beginning, everyone routinely expected Jia Lian to escape in embarrassment.
Seeing Jia Lian being held captive by Yan Yan, everyone further expected to see his embarrassment in trying to escape.
Later, everyone was looking forward to being promoted. They all felt that if he didn't embarrass himself in public today and make some "masterpiece" that made everyone laugh, he would be sorry for this group of top students in the country. They all looked like hungry ghosts watching roast chicken.
Staring at Jia Lian’s embarrassment.
Even in everyone's imagination, when Jia Lian was forced to go to heaven and have no way to go to earth, he should either utter ridiculous bullshit poems like "a few twittering crows will all have bad mouths tomorrow morning", or hold his stomach and urinate
You have to use both escape and shit escape.
When I think of the story of the third-grade Shuntian Prefecture magistrate, who was the direct descendant of Duke Rong of Chao Zhong, who threw away his armor at the "Heshan Academy", it will be spread all over the world along with the "Lin Quan Poetry Collection", and it will become a joke among the people from now on.
.That would be such an interesting thing. Everyone was looking forward to it even more. Jia Lian turned into a roast goose in the eyes of hungry ghosts.
The student who had just turned twelve and had already won the title of Linping case was the youngest. Because he kept looking at Jia Lian intently, he quietly swallowed his saliva.
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But Jia Lian seemed completely unaware that he was in danger.
This dandy boy had no intention of escaping or slipping away, either before Yan Yan grabbed him or after he was pulled to sit down by the winding water bottle.
He was content with the situation, and when he came, he would drink tea when it was time to drink tea, and enjoy the scenery when it was time to enjoy it. When others played the piano, he would listen to the piano, and when others recited poems, he would listen to the poems. While nodding, he did not forget.
Drink two more cups of cheap and good tea.
When Mr. Shuyou asked, he even praised the clearness of the spring water in the mountains. Not to mention Baotu Spring in Jinan, Jinshan Spring in Zhenjiang, Huishan Spring in Wuxi and Hupao Spring in Hangzhou, even the water from Yuquan Mountain in the capital was not as good as the water here.
The Mingqian Longjing tea produced is particularly sweet - come, have another cup.
Mr. Shuyou is a kind man and does not want to embarrass Jia Lian.
His original intention was to let Jia Lian go back first. Of course, it would be best to let the matter go. If he still persists, he can find another excuse to cover up the matter so that no one loses face.
However, this confused and bewildered dandy behaved with a complete ignorance of life and death, which made Mr. Shuyou feel sympathetic. When he saw the wine glass flowing down the river and stopping right in front of Jia Lian, his heart couldn't help but "thump".
Click:
Hey, hey, it’s so dangerous!
If Jia Lian is really left on dry land, then this kid will not be the only one who will be embarrassed.
Before Mr. Shuyou could speak, Yan Yan, who had been preparing for a long time in his mind, had already gone forward, picked up the wine glass from the water, raised it to Jia Lian, and said with a smile:
"Oh! 'The waterside will remove bad luck, and the flowing waves will bring wine to the wine glass.' This small glass of wine can ward off disasters, but if it goes away unlucky, Mr. Jia must drink it."
Jia Lian just took the wine glass, but was held down by Yan Yan again:
"Mr. Jia, although there are no flourishing silk and bamboo orchestras here, there must be a chant for each wine glass, otherwise it will not be enough to express the secret love."
Jia Lian heard what he said about Wen Zou Zou and guessed that it probably meant "I must compose poetry!" and smiled:
"I didn't say I wouldn't do it. Master Yan is so powerful. I'm about to be 'smoothed' by Master Yan."
His joke made everyone present froze in their faces.
They are all educated people who have read a lot of books about sages and sages, and want to "ruly the family, govern the country and bring peace to the world" through virtuous governance. The result - Gusu City was "smoothed with a soldering iron", which is really a slap in the face.
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Seeing this scene, Mr. Shuyou hurriedly smiled and smoothed things over:
"In those days, the two princes, Rong and Ning, earned their titles through military service. Their disciples were all over the army. Today, Mr. Jia's father still inherited the title of first-class general. I think that Mr. Jia's family background is more martial arts than literary talent.
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Mr. Shuyou personally built a ladder for Jia Lian. Everyone thought that if Jia Lian was not a fool, he should just get off the donkey. They quickly said, "Yes, yes, I usually practice bow and horse a lot, but I am not good at writing poetry committees."
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Yan Yan has made up his mind. As long as Jia Lian says so, he will let Jia Lian lift stones and practice boxing no matter what. Anyway, this playboy must fall here today.
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Jia Lian is really not alone.
At least, he is definitely not an ordinary person.
Just one word from him can make everyone here feel disappointed and expectant.
Everyone is in the palm of his hand.
He said:
"I'm really not good at writing poems, but I can write a song called "Remembering Qin'e". How about that?"
He didn't even follow the ladder Mr. Shuyou built for him to escape!
Moreover, he has to recite poems and write lyrics in front of the public regardless of life and death!
Don’t be a fool, right?
Still a shameless fool!
I thought it would be good if he could just write a limerick, but he still needs to write lyrics?
Although Tang poetry and Song poetry are both called together, who doesn’t know that Tang poetry is far superior to Song poetry in terms of scale, style, thought, rhythm, form, and content?
Those gorgeous and graceful lyrics are just the favorites of singing girls. They are generally of low quality, and it is more difficult to write good lyrics of high quality than to write an ordinary poem.
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Jia Lian seemed to have anticipated everyone's reaction, and didn't care that no one spoke to answer him. He stood up slowly and walked towards the piano table beside the waterfall:
"I have a song that matches my words."
Everyone looked at each other, confused.
Yan Yan has been immersed in the officialdom, thinking:
Huh, is this libertine going to play a song like "How Many Touches"? Then sing a few more erotic lyrics about "two enemies are hard to leave behind"?
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As soon as the sound of the piano starts, the fingering is extremely simple, and the sound is like cracking stone!
Everyone was so shocked that their whole bodies were trembling, and they were suddenly filled with awe. They couldn't help but stand up and listen attentively.
The Yao Qin, which had been elegant and distant just now, was now played by Jia Lian's fair and slender fingers, making a clanging sound of gold and stone, which was heart-stirring.
Along with the sound of the piano, Jia Lian recited:
"Remembering Qin E"
The blood of heroes, Dajiangdong goes to the left to sing the song.
Song Canque.
The inscriptions on the broken stele are covered with ancient moss.
When the wind, thunder and lightning flash and the gold and iron roar, who sings the wind and the moon to the willow?
Sing the romantic moon.
The tears of thousands of years have been exhausted, and the voice has long been silenced.
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The moment the last word was recited, the sound of the piano stopped, leaving only the sound of the gentle water of the waterfall.
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These impassioned words and the sonorous sound of the piano shocked the dozens of people present speechless. They stared blankly at Jia Lian as if they were seeing a being from heaven.
It seems that the waterfall behind him is the ethereal fairy spirit around him, and the rainbow rising from the waterfall is the colorful Buddha's light above his head.
This...is this a dandy?
Master Yan Yan is right, he is really a true Buddha who can "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately".