You still have to keep a low profile as a person, don't date girls who aren't yours, and don't pretend to be girls who aren't yours.
Seeing the young man surnamed Wu with his face alternating between blue and white, and looking like he was about to get cancer from embarrassment, Li Yi felt extremely happy.
You can’t even compose a Chinese Valentine’s Day poem, so why are you pretending to be cool here?
Although Li Yi couldn't make it himself...but he could copy it!
After being here for so long, he has almost exhausted all the books in the village. Not to mention that although the people in Liuye Village have little education, the books they grabbed are of all kinds, enough to give him a comprehensive understanding of the world.
Of course there are poems in this world, but they are far less prosperous than in his original world. Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Shi, Liu Yong... those literary giants from the previous life who are famous throughout the ages cannot be found in this world. Li Yi
You can safely and boldly be a plagiarist without worrying about being discovered.
Chinese Valentine's Day words?
Li Yi may not be able to recite many poems by heart, but that one poem that has been passed down through the ages and has almost become a masterpiece has left a deep impression on him.
What's more, there are so many books in my head that have not yet been developed and utilized. If I randomly pick out a book with 10,000 Song poems, I am afraid that I can kill someone just by using Chinese Valentine's Day poems...
"I have little talent and little knowledge, so I won't show off my embarrassment." The young man surnamed Wu looked stiff. After taking a look at Li Yi, he said: "I think my new uncle is good at things like reciting poems and writing poems..."
Li Yi glanced at Wu Ying lightly and didn't bother to talk to him at all.
Little talent and little knowledge?
It's really shameless to use such words to describe yourself. If this guy knew how to write his own name, Li Yi would have read poetry.
He is obviously an illiterate but still insists on pretending to be a big-tailed wolf. This kind of person is so disgusting!
"I happen to have a Chinese Valentine's Day poem in my mind that is suitable for the occasion. Do you have the pen and ink?" Li Yi looked at Liu Yu with a smile and said.
He is now slowly getting used to speaking in this tone. The literate tone, combined with his handsome appearance, really makes him look like a scholar.
This kind of polite look is not comparable to those rough guys who only know how to dance. The girls in the village are used to heavy tastes, and occasionally change to something fresh and refreshing, and there will inevitably be a kind of light-up.
Feel.
Several girls looked at him, and then thinking about Wu Ying and others, they only felt that they were all raised by their mother's biological father. How come there is such a big gap between people...
"There are pens and ink on Qiaolou." A woman named Liu Yu said with a smile.
The young man surnamed Wu and others tragically acted as the background. They watched that hateful guy go up to the Qiaolou surrounded by women, without even paying attention to them, and his sense of presence reached a lower limit.
"I want to see what he can write!" Wu Ying followed him with a gloomy face and strode over.
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"Uncle..."
Xiaohuan was setting up things on Qiaolou. When she looked up and saw Li Yi coming up, she hurried over.
Liu Yu glanced at Qiaolou, frowned, and said: "There are pens and inks here, but the paper seems to have run out..."
There was no place in the village that used paper on weekdays. Almost all the accumulated paper was made into prayer lanterns. Liu Yu only realized this when she walked up.
"Uncle, please write it here." Xiaohuan knew that Liu Yu and the others had just asked her uncle to write Chinese Valentine's Day poems. When she ran over, she took her own lantern to pray to heaven.
"Little girl, you are very thoughtful." When Liu Yu came over with a pen and ink, she happened to see Xiao Huan diligently offering her prayer lantern, and said with a smile.
This girl probably had such a plan in mind just now.
Seeing through his thoughts, Xiaohuan smiled sheepishly, took the brush and ink obediently, handed it to Li Yi, and studied the ink by himself.
One side of the lantern is the meeting of magpie bridges painted by Li Yi. He turned to the blank space on the other side, and after thinking for a while, he finally put pen to paper.
Magpie Bridge Immortal.
When she saw Li Yi writing these three words, Xiaohuan's expression changed.
Liu Yu and other women were a little further away. After taking a look, there was some disbelief in their eyes. Their lips moved, but they didn't say anything after all.
This is of course not because of Li Yi's great literary talent and his ability to amaze ghosts and gods when he writes. Just these three words "Magpie Bridge Immortal" convinced them. It's really because Li Yi's handwriting... is so ugly!
Although they are not literate, they are not blind, and they can still tell whether the handwriting is good or not.
Li Yi wrote unhurriedly on the side, but the girls were thinking about other things.
He looks so handsome and can make such paintings. How come his handwriting...
As the old saying goes, "No gold is pure, and no man is perfect." The ancients are sincere and I can't deceive them!
At this moment, the person with the most complicated mood is of course Xiao Huan.
The little maid who had originally wanted her uncle to compose a poem on her prayer lantern could only look at those crooked lines and cry without tears.
If she had known that her uncle's calligraphy was like this, she would never have run home to get her prayer lantern. That painting was so good, but now, it's all destroyed...
After writing the last sentence, Li Yi put down the pen and checked it. There were no typos, and then nodded with satisfaction.
Although it was a little uncomfortable to write on the open prayer lantern, it wasn't a big deal. Anyway, he didn't know how to write calligraphy, so he just needed to be able to see clearly what the words were.
There are many calligraphy books in his head, but Li Yi has never thought about changing, even if it is just a thought.
When his identity, his body, his face and even the world he lives in become unfamiliar, there are always some familiar things left to miss. If even the handwriting has changed, I am afraid his soul will no longer be able to feel it.
A little sense of home.
Therefore, the handwriting that seems ugly to others is so pleasing to Li Yi.
When he turned around to look, he found that the little maid's face fell. The other girls also looked at him with strange eyes. They couldn't help but asked with some confusion: "What's wrong?"
At this time, I saw a girl who had been standing behind Liu Yu, a soft and frail girl who looked a bit bookish, took a few steps forward, ignored Li Yi's dog-like words, and then looked at the words on the prayer lantern.
, her beautiful eyes couldn't help but light up slightly, and she couldn't help but read it out.
"Xianyun makes a trick, flying stars spread hatred... Yinhan is far away in darkness." The tone paused for a moment, and then continued: "Gold, wind, jade and dew, once they meet, they will defeat countless people in the world..."
"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and we can bear to look at the magpie bridge and return home. If our love is like this, if our love lasts for a long time..." When she read this, the girl's eyes already had a slightly stunning look, and then they became blurry again.
, after being silent for a long time, he read out the next sentence: "If the love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night..."
The girl's surname is Qin. Her grandfather is Mr. Qin who used to teach in the school. He has been exposed to it since childhood and is the only girl in the village who can read and write.
When she started to read out the words, the place had already quieted down. Although the girls did not understand poetry and were not even literate, they could always understand some of the artistic conception. They could guess it by looking at the expression of the girl named Qin.
This Chinese Valentine's Day poem written by Li Yi should be good.
The young man surnamed Wu, who was blocked by them and wanted to wait for Li Yi to finish writing, said a few derogatory words, could not come up with any words. When he saw the intoxicated expression of the girl surnamed Qin and the reactions of the girls,
He couldn't help but snorted coldly, turned around and walked down Qiaolou.
