Chu Feng and Shen Tunan's eyes fell on Wen Cangyu's hands. He was holding the notebook as if he was offering a treasure.
“What is this, so mysterious.” Shen Tunan said with a smile.
Wen Cangyu said with some pride: "I met a genius last night, and I exchanged twelve couplets with him."
"Moreover, this genius even matched the couplets written by Song girl." Wen Cangyu said as he flipped open his notebook, "One plow plows through thousands of acres of green."
"What he said is that his lapels are full of the wind from the five lakes. I want to ask you, is it grand and majestic enough?"
After hearing this, several people fell into deep thought.
After a while, Shen Tunan said: “That’s right, it’s okay, what else?”
Wen Cangyu then recited all the twelve couplets, and everyone's eyes lit up after hearing them.
"This genius is very talented in writing. How old is he?" Shen Tunan asked.
Wen Cangyu said: "He should be less than 30 years old. He is very handsome. His appearance is like a wild goose. When I see the sky falling, I will turn around and I will be right."
“This is the first time I’ve seen such a talented young man.”
Chu Feng nodded and said, "It seems that many experts have come to this literary gathering."
Wen Cangyu hummed: "Actually, this is not the most amazing thing. The most amazing thing is that after he got drunk, he improvised a poem. At that moment, my scalp tingled."
"I can't write this poem even if I have ten more lifetimes."
"And it only took him a minute!"
Even now, when Wen Cangyu talked about this, there was still amazement and admiration in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Shen Tunan and Chu Feng hurriedly said, “What poem? Read it out for me to hear!”
Wen Cangyu opened the notebook with a smile and handed it to Shen Tunan.
Chu Feng, Song Yiyao and others leaned forward.
I saw the poem "Inscribed on Qingcao Lake in Longyang County".
The west wind blows the waves of Dongting Lake, and Xiang's hair turns white overnight.
After getting drunk, I don’t know where the sky is, and the boat is filled with sweet dreams that overwhelm the starry sky.
Shen Tunan took a breath and said, “Hiss…this artistic conception!”
Especially the last two sentences, which made Shen Tunan truly feel a strong sense of romanticism.
A scene suddenly appeared in his mind.
When boating on the lake, the sky is full of stars, which are reflected on the lake surface. The boat seems to be pressed on the galaxy.
"What a beautiful poem..." Song Yiyao's eyes lit up, and she imagined a scene of a handsome and elegant man rowing a boat on the lake and drinking under the moon.
In her impression, only one person could write such gentle and romantic poems.
Is it him?
Song Yiyao's beautiful eyes became brighter and brighter, and then she asked Wen Cangyu: "Uncle Wen, can I ask what the person who wrote this poem looks like?"
Wen Cangyu said, "He was wearing a black suit, about 1.8 meters tall, very handsome, with a straight figure, very graceful, and very gentle."
It's just leisure!
Only he could write such gentle and romantic poems.
Only he has such talent.
Song Yiyao's eyes narrowed into crescents.
Chen Yun, who was standing by, was surprised when he saw this.
Because he seldom saw Song Yiyao smile, and Song Yiyao always gave people the impression of being indifferent and wandering.
He is serious and methodical in what he says and does, confining himself within a good framework.
But now, such a smile appeared on her face.
This kind of smile is not a professional fake smile, but an appreciation and greed from the heart.
Shen Yun was instantly jealous.
What’s the good of being able to write poetry? Can you make money from it?
He was also very dissatisfied.
But Song Yiyao just glanced at him indifferently and said nothing.
There is a strange sense of oppression in his eyes.
This is called dog-licking syndrome in love.
The one who licks usually loves more deeply, and usually dares not look directly at the person he loves.
He felt oppressed whenever she looked at him or showed signs of unhappiness.
I was afraid of making her unhappy, so I spoke to her very carefully.
The one being licked has grasped the bargaining chip of the other party's heart, and feels fearless because of being favored, and speaks to the other party in a condescending manner.
Of course, Song Yiyao is not arrogant, she treats everyone equally.
In her eyes, except for Chen Xian, everyone else in the younger generation is garbage.
Chen Yun is no exception.
"Did you leave your contact information?" Shen Tunan asked.
Wen Cangyu nodded: "I kept it. He seemed to have encountered some unexpected difficulties and had no cash on him. Then I gave him three thousand yuan, but he said he would pay me back."
When Song Yiyao heard this, she instantly determined that Shen Xian’s phone must be broken.
Relax.
No wonder I couldn’t contact Shen Xian.
Chu Feng looked at the notebook carefully, and the more he looked, the more he admired it: "I am even more looking forward to whether this genius will come to the literary gathering."
Song Yiyao said: "He will come."
Several people were startled and looked at Song Yiyao: "Do you know each other?"
Song Yiyao smiled and nodded: "Then I will make a bet with all the elders that he will definitely reach the ninth floor with his own abilities."
Several elderly people narrowed their eyes and looked at Song Yiyao.
Is there a story between the two?
“Your sweetheart, isn’t that him?” Shen Tunan asked.
Song Yiyao smiled brightly, without any shy expression on her face: "If I guess correctly, it's him."
Wen Cangyu's face showed a look of realization: "No wonder, the man who matches you is not only handsome, but also very talented."
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