After all, it’s hard to leave one’s homeland. On Chinese Valentine’s Day, everyone else was busy dating girls to fish for Kaizi, but Li Yi couldn’t control himself because he missed his hometown and burst into tears.
I have missed enough and have to continue living. What will happen in the future? I don’t want to think about these issues for the time being. How to lead the family to a well-off society is what Li Yi should think about at this stage.
"He said that the pain in the wind and rain is nothing. Wipe away your tears and don't be afraid. At least we still have dreams..."
The little maid, who was worried about her uncle, secretly hid outside the window and listened in the corner, until the strange singing in the house gradually disappeared. The little girl looked up and felt relieved, ready to go back to her room to sleep.
The sky is full of stars, and as the time enters midnight, the lively atmosphere in Liuye Village gradually subsides.
A little further away, the girl holding a sword was leaning on a willow tree that was hugged by several people. She sensed the gradual steady breathing in the room not far away, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and disappeared into the darkness.
At this time, Li Yi, who had reunited with his hometown in a sweet dream, did not know that because of his unintentional actions, an invisible wave was gradually rising somewhere in the distance...
His gaze returned to the painting boat.
When the two young scholars walked into the cabin, their expressions were still a little dazed, as if they had suffered a major blow in their lives. At this time, people were already surrounding them.
"Brother Fang, what's wrong?"
"How did Miss Ruoqing evaluate it?"
"Tonight's Qixi Festival title number one, Brother Fang is afraid that he will steal the show in front of Miss Ruoqing this time, right?"
"It goes without saying that Brother Fang's poem can be considered a masterpiece even in large poetry gatherings such as Bixuan Zhaowen."
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After a lot of competition, a talented man named Fang Zhou defeated everyone else with his excellent Chinese Valentine's Day poem and won the first place in the poetry competition. Everyone praised him.
That poem is indeed a masterpiece. Even if it is placed in the large-scale poetry gatherings that attract the most attention tonight, it will not be buried.
Tomorrow, when someone sorts out the most outstanding poems from tonight's poetry gatherings and compiles them into a book, Ark's poems may also be on the list. By then, he may become famous.
Just now I saw him taking it out to ask Miss Ruoqing to comment. When he came back now, everyone came up to ask.
If he had heard everyone's compliments just now, the scholar named Fang Zhou would definitely have been greatly benefited from it, but at this moment he only felt it was inexplicable irony and said with a wry smile: "You should not mention the matter of first place again. Fang's words
, I really don’t deserve these two words.”
"Hey, Brother Fang is too self-effacing..."
"That's right, when it comes to Chinese Valentine's Day poems, no one in the field can compare to Brother Fang."
When everyone heard this, they all smiled and spoke, thinking that he was speaking modestly. Fangzhou just shook his head and smiled bitterly, looking extremely embarrassed. After a moment, everyone also noticed his abnormality, and the atmosphere finally began to change.
"Could it be that Brother Fang has seen better lyrics?"
The scholar surnamed Fang gave a wry smile, then nodded, took a few steps forward, walked to a desk, and said slowly: "I just heard Miss Ruoqing singing another Chinese Valentine's Day poem outside. Let's take a look.
stop."
With a flick of the pen, three big characters appeared on the white paper.
Magpie Bridge Immortal.
As the words and sentences were laid out by the scholar surnamed Fang, the noise gradually disappeared in the boat hall, leaving only the sound of the scholars' breathing gradually getting thicker.
When the last sentence of the whole word falls, the surroundings become quiet and you can hear the needle drop.
A moment later, a huge uproar flooded the entire room.
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"Li Yi..." As the singer and the beautiful woman walked down the stairs, they murmured the name, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Has Ruo Qing ever known this talented man?"
The beautiful woman has been thinking about this problem in her heart, shook her head and said: "I have never heard of it before, but if you and I picked up the sky lantern, it must be a talented person nearby, but this name... is really unfamiliar.
."
"I'm afraid an ordinary talented person will never be able to write such good poems in this life. Could he be one of those few?" A look of doubt appeared on the singer's face, and then she named a few names.
These people are all very famous talents in Qing'an Prefecture. They have profound attainments in poetry and have several poems that are widely recited.
"Not to mention the different names, just this handwriting..." The woman named Ruoqing shook her head, hesitated for a while, and finally said: "This handwriting alone is not something that ordinary talents can write."
There was another sentence that she had hidden in her heart but had not said out loud. With her knowledge in poetry, she could naturally see that even the people mentioned by the singer around her were far from being able to compose such words and sentences.
After a while, the two of them arrived at the door of the boat hall. The singer opened the door and the two of them stepped into the door. Suddenly, they felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange. When they looked up, they found that the hall was eerily quiet. It was no longer the scene of the high-pitched conversation. Everyone was talking.
He looked at them with a strange look.
Both women were shocked and didn't know what happened.
At this moment, the scholar surnamed Fang stepped forward, smiled bitterly, raised his hands and clasped his fists at the beautiful woman, and said: "If Miss Ruoqing is so talented, once this song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" comes out, I'm afraid we won't have to do it anymore.
Let’s write Chinese Valentine’s Day poems again.”
"I never thought Miss Ruoqing would be such a talented woman, I'm so disrespectful!"
"If you have such talent, why did you need to hide it before?"
"Such talent really makes men like me feel guilty!"
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Although in today's era, women's status is not very high, those talented women who are not weaker than them, or even far surpass them, can still be respected by these scholars.
At this time, the beautiful woman had roughly understood why they did such a move, and said quickly: "You may have made a mistake. This song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" is not..."
"Hey, Miss Ruoqing, why should you be so modest? Brother Fang and Brother Wu just heard it."
"Yes, I'm afraid I will never be able to write such words and phrases in my lifetime."
"No need to shirk anymore..."
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Seeing that everyone didn't seem to believe her explanation, the woman had a wry smile on her face, stretched out her hand to press it down, and waited until her voice became quieter before speaking: "If I say that this poem fell from the sky, by chance,
I picked it up, do you believe it?"
The surrounding atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and then someone laughed.
"Haha, the girl is joking..."
Everyone looked at the beautiful woman with strange eyes, with an expression on their faces that said, "Don't take us for fools."
If such handed down poems could fall from the sky casually, then what else would talented people like them do? It would be better to just go home and farm the land honestly and compose poems...
Seeing this, the beautiful woman could only smile bitterly and took out the sky-praying lantern she had just picked up.
Not long after, a letter was passed between two boats on the river. After being copied, it spread out like snowflakes.
This was the usual practice in the past. During such a large-scale festival, if a certain poetry meeting produces good lyrics, they will take them out and exchange them with others for correction. They will be passed around in many poetry meetings. By dawn, someone will
Excerpt ten of the most popular poems, compile them into a volume, and name it "Qixi Poems Collection" or something like that.
For a long time after that, these poems will become the must-have golden tunes in the brothel music hall and spread quickly.
Tonight, a Qixi Festival poem called "Magpie Bridge Immortal" spread throughout both sides of the Yuanshui River in this way, causing quite a commotion.
At this time, in Liuye Village, a scholar named Li Yi suddenly felt a little chilly in his sleep. He frowned unconsciously, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, turned over and continued to sleep.
