"Ahem, Brother Qian is so talented, I admire you, I admire you!"
After Qian Duoduo said this, several young people around him were stunned and then immediately said with a smile.
Almost all of their families are engaged in business. Although they have been forced to study since childhood, it is now difficult to even memorize them, and they know nothing about poetry and articles.
Because of this, he was despised by those literary talents and naturally did not have a good impression of those people. Qian Duoduo could write good poems and slap those people in the face, which they were also happy to see.
Of course, because the Qian family is rich, many of their families can only survive by relying on the Qian family, and they must flatter and flatter the Qian family's young masters.
"My father often teaches me to be low-key in life. If I have talent, I will tell you. Will I publicize it everywhere like those poor ghosts... I won't!" Qian Duoduo stretched out his hand and pressed down, saying: "
As long as you know these things, don't spread them everywhere, I don't like publicity..."
"I bought a poem from somewhere, and my tail was raised." A cold snort came from the side, and an official in a green shirt glanced aside and said, "I really think that I am a talented person, not a waste of words."
That’s all, taking other people’s poems as your own is simply shameless!”
"Who are you talking about? Who are you talking about?"
Before Qian Duoduo spoke, someone stood up next to him, turned around, looked at him dissatisfied and said.
The scholar in green shirt smiled mockingly, tilted his head and said, "Whoever is shameless knows it well, don't you think so?"
"If you are open-minded in your heart, why should you be afraid of what others say?"
"I'm just afraid that some people have ghosts in their hearts."
"Only he knows whether there is a ghost or not."
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Next to the scholar in green shirt, there were several men dressed in the same manner. They spoke one after another at this moment, with the mockery in their tone clearly revealed.
"If you are open-minded, you won't be afraid of other people's opinions?" Qian Duoduo stood up, walked over, looked at the person just now and asked.
The scholar nodded and said, "That's it."
Qian Duoduo asked again: "Are you open-hearted?"
The man sneered and said: "Those of us who are studying have righteousness in our hearts, act openly and aboveboard, and we are naturally magnanimous."
"Aren't you afraid of other people's opinions?"
"Don't be afraid!"
"Really not going to do it?"
"No..." As soon as the scholar started speaking, he realized something was wrong. He retracted the next word abruptly, looked at him coldly, and said, "How could I fall for such a clumsy trick?"
"Since you don't care what others say..." Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "If I call you a son of a bitch, won't you be angry?"
The scholar was startled, his face quickly turned from red to green, he pointed at him and said: "Shuzi, how dare you, Shuzi..."
Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "Look, you can't even curse, who is the waste?"
"Do you dare to say that you are not a waste who spends money to buy poems?" The scholar's eyes almost burst into flames and he said: "If you can write another poem of that level on the spot, I, Wan Jun, will kneel down and kowtow to you immediately.
I apologize for what I said before!”
"Brother Wan..."
The faces of the scholars behind him changed, and they immediately stepped forward and said worriedly: "Brother Wan, be careful what you say..."
If that money had been used to buy two songs instead of one, after today, Wan Jun would have lost all face, and he would never be able to hold his head up in Fengzhou City!
"You guys don't need to say anything." Wan Jun waved his hand and said: "If he can buy two poems like that, Wan will admit defeat this time. If he can't do it, I will definitely kill this shameless waste who deceives the world and steals his reputation.
Make it public!"
"Are you sure?" Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "If I compose another song, will you kneel down and kowtow to me?"
A scholar added: "It's time to create another excellent poem that everyone will recognize. If you just make up a few lines yourself, Brother Wan will also kowtow, right?"
The movement here has long attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.
Even the woman on the stage stopped her performance temporarily and looked here with surprise and confusion.
"In that case, let's take a gamble!"
Qian Duoduo nodded, looked at the stage, and said: "I remember when I first met Miss Feifei, that dance was still fresh in my memory. I will give this word to Miss Feifei!"
"Ah, give it to me?" The woman on the stage was stunned, unable to recover for a moment.
There was already a voice coming from the audience.
"After the dream, the towers were locked high, and the curtains were drooped after the drunkenness. Last year, when the spring came, the regret came. The fallen flowers were independent, and the gentle swifts flew together.
I remember when we first met Feifei, the two words "heart" were written in Luo Yi. The strings of the pipa said lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and it returned with the colorful clouds."
The woman named Feifei on the stage was still wondering when she had worn the Luo Yi scented with double heart characters. As for the pipa, it seems that she doesn’t play it often. What she is good at is the guzheng...
In the audience, the young man named Wan Jun was already stunned.
The expressions on the faces of the people behind him changed almost at the same time. They never expected that Qian Duoduo would easily throw out such a poem again.
The people around were already reciting the words in a low voice, secretly comparing it with the previous song, they both described singers, the style was similar, the style of lyrics was similar...
A person's style of poetry is generally fixed and difficult to change within the same period. It is easy for outsiders to tell whether two poems were written by the same person.
Originally, they almost believed that the previous song "Partridge Sky" should have been bought by Qian Duoduo, but at this moment, their hearts were a little shaken.
After all, no talented person with this level of talent is willing to sell his or her hard work. In fact, with that level of literary talent, they will not be short of money.
One song is already a bit incredible, let alone two songs?
Qian Duoduo turned to look at Wan Jun and said, "How is it? This song is okay. What did Brother Wan just say?"
Wan Jun's expression changed. He actually couldn't decide which of the two poems was better. No one could decide because of personal preferences and other factors.
Because of this, it means that Qian Duoduo has written another poem that is similar to the previous one, and he needs to kowtow to him and admit his mistake...
At this time, a person behind Wan Jun suddenly said: "I bought one poem, or maybe two poems. Unless you come up with another poem, there is still no way to prove that these two poems were written by you!"
"I knew you would cheat..." Qian Duoduo shook his head and said, "Then, how about you listen to this song again."
After saying this, he spoke again: "Autumn is coming late with red leaves and yellow flowers. I am a traveler from thousands of miles away. The flying clouds have passed and I have no letter when I return home. Where can I send a letter?"
The tears kept falling on the window. I turned the inkstone to grind the ink. Gradually I wrote until I said goodbye. In the depth of this love, the red paper is colorless."
"——"
Wan Jun opened his mouth, his face turned pale, and nothing came out this time.
Several scholars behind him also had expressions of disbelief on their faces. How long had it been since then? Did he really regard writing poetry and lyrics as eating and drinking?
The way everyone around looked at Qian Duoduo had already changed.
He may have bought one or two poems, but he couldn't possibly tie up a talented person to write poems specifically for him, right?
Anyone who is involved in poetry can easily see that these three poems are obviously written by the same person. Such a talented man should have been famous throughout Fengzhou for a long time. How could he make wedding clothes for others?
?
Could it be said that this young man, who has always been showing off to others as a fool, has been hiding all this time?
Surprised expressions appeared on more and more people's faces.
Li Yi was also surprised. In addition to surprise, he was also relieved, because after he came back, he found that Miss Liu Er had washed all the dishes. This was the first time he had seen her do such a thing in the past two years.
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After putting away the vegetables and collecting the banknotes, I talked to Miss Liu Er and it was almost time to go to bed.
Among the thirteen poems just now, more than eight were written by Yan Jidao. Before going to bed, Li Yi clasped his hands together and recited silently in his heart.
"Life is forcing you to do something, don't blame Brother Yan, don't blame me..." 19
