The word "old" makes these two sentences sound a bit bleak.
Wen Cangyu looked at Chen Xian, squinting his eyes, with a light called wisdom flashing in his eyes.
He was studying Shen Xian, curious about what kind of young man he was.
He has met or heard of some ancient poetry scholars at home and abroad who have made achievements in this field.
But this was the first time he had seen someone as talented as Shen Xian.
Then, he began to look forward to the last two sentences.
Generally speaking, the last two lines of many poems are often the finishing touch that can turn something ordinary into something magical.
The west wind blows the waves of Dongting Lake, and the king of Xiang has many white hairs overnight. At first glance, these two sentences sound a bit ordinary.
He listened quietly and looked at Shen Xian quietly.
The recorder next to him had already recorded these two sentences and was also looking up at Shen Xian, waiting for his next two sentences.
Wen Cangyu stood up and came to Chen Xian's side. Following Chen Xian's line of sight, he saw the stars reflected on the lake, making the water and sky one.
"After getting drunk, I didn't know the sky was above the water, and the boat was full of sweet dreams that pressed down the starry sky." Chen Xian spoke while being a little drunk.
Wen Cangyu's body shook violently. He looked up at the sky, then at the lake, and felt goose bumps all over his body.
Even the recorder looked shocked.
At this moment, Wen Cangyu was immersed in the poem. He felt as if he was not boating in Dongting Lake, but paddling among the stars. It was as alluring as a fairy tale.
Especially the word "press", which visualizes the illusion at the moment, and writes so vividly. It is full of romanticism, with both reality and illusion, and the writing style is light, warm and blurred.
Wen Cangyu had seen many poems about dreams and had read many of those recorded in ancient books.
But Wen Cangyu has never seen a poem as fresh, beautiful, rich and implicit as this one in his life.
He felt a shock.
"I told you, the Wen Club has experts!" Wen Cangyu muttered to himself, still not recovering from the shock.
After a while, the rowing recorder whispered, "Commander, we've reached the shore."
This brought Wen Cangyu, who was immersed in shock, back to reality.
"What's your name?" This was the second time Wen Cangyu asked Chen Xian's name.
But Shen Xian got off the boat with a dizzy head and did not hear clearly. Instead, he looked up and around with a confused look in his eyes.
At this time, who should I contact and how should I contact them?
"Leave me your contact information." Wen Cangyu handed the notebook to Chen Xian.
Shen Xian took it and wrote down his phone number.
"Chief, it's time to rest." The guard came over and spoke to Wen Cangyu.
"Keep in touch." He patted Shen Xian's shoulder.
After thinking for a while, he suddenly took out a wad of cash from his pocket and stuffed it into Shen Xian's pocket: "You asked me for a hundred yuan before, so you must have encountered some difficulties, right? There is no need to refuse. In life, we will always encounter some unexpected difficulties."
Depending on the thickness, it’s probably around three thousand yuan.
He knew that with Shen Xian's talent, it was impossible for him to be short of money, and he must have encountered an unexpected event.
"I will pay you back." Shen Xian said seriously.
Wen Cangyu smiled and waved his hand, then began to leave under the escort of two young men.
Holding the cash, he felt confident and no longer felt the panic he had felt before.
Sure enough, money is a man’s greatest confidence.
He wandered around and found a hotel in a scenic area and checked in. He still had some money left, so he planned to buy a cheaper cell phone and contact Song Yiyao and Zhou Wan first.
But he was told that the nearest mobile phone store was ten kilometers away and might have closed, so Shen Xian decided to buy a mobile phone tomorrow.
On the other side, Zhou Wan frantically dialed Shen Xian's number over and over again, but the call could not be connected.
She wore a mask and frantically searched for Shen Xian's figure around the scenic area, but found nothing.
It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and the scenic area was still very lively and bustling with people, but she felt extremely lonely and frightened.
She understood Chen Xian's character, and especially knew that Meng Yanzhou's existence was a thorn in Chen Xian's side.
Because last year, the two had a quarrel, and he had said something without thinking, using Meng Yanzhou to hurt Chen Xian.
And today, he saw himself and Meng Yanzhou on a luxury cruise ship, and Meng Yanzhou was ready to hug him.
In addition, before coming to Dongting Lake, Chen Xian also asked me out to travel together, but I refused on the grounds that I had to attend promotions and salons.
This is deceiving.
To be honest, if I put myself in their shoes, I would definitely be very angry and hurt, and might even turn around and leave.
His phone is turned off...
Will the same situation happen as last year?
Change all the contact information, and then disappear from your sight?
If this situation continues to happen again and again, will he be more thorough and heartless than last year?
It is possible.
Thinking of this, Zhou Wan felt extremely irritated and frightened.
What should I do?
Zhou Wan sat on the steps, looking at the brightly lit Yueyang Tower in the distance, and mist gradually appeared in his eyes.
She felt that she was about to lose control of Chen Xian.
It was obvious that the relationship between the two had already developed greatly, and he was about to win, and be able to prevail in this high-end female competition. Why did this happen?
She had no idea what to do and was extremely helpless.
She just sat there quietly, looking at Dongting Lake with sad eyes.
It was already past one in the morning and there were fewer tourists. It was still very cold at this time of night, so she couldn't help but wrap her windbreaker tightly.
Perhaps I was wrong from the beginning.
She took out her cell phone again and called Shen Xian, but it was still turned off. She sent many WeChat messages, but there was no response.
Seeing that there was no one in the scenic area, she had to find a hotel.
After taking a shower and lying on the bed, I didn't feel sleepy at all.
She fell asleep in a daze, but woke up in a daze soon after. She was expecting Shen Xian to reply to her message.
Every time the phone alert sounded, she would suddenly open her eyes and turn on the phone to see if it was a reply from Shen Xian.
When she found out that it was everyone in the group chat, or the advertising prompt sound of some software, she was extremely disappointed.
She immediately uninstalled the apps that pushed messages all day long and quit the group chats that kept tagging everyone and saying nonsense.
Waiting for information from a loved one is extremely painful.
Every time the phone beeped, she would look forward to it, but would be disappointed every time.
She kept tossing and turning between wakefulness and sleep, wasting time.
The next morning, there was still one day before the literary meeting, and Chen Xian got up early, feeling refreshed. The rice wine he had last night was really good, and his headache was gone after drinking it.
The first thing he did was to buy a spare phone and restore the smooth flow of information.
On the other side, Wen Cangyu, Chu Feng and Shen Tunan gathered together. Wen Cangyu looked very happy and held a notebook in his hand.
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