Jing Zhe was shocked.
He did ask Fatty Wei to leave his calligraphy, but he definitely didn't ask Fatty Wei to write down his own poem!
A sea of red peach blossoms brings joy to visitors.
Every year at this time, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and farmers hope for a good harvest…
I must say, this poem is really too cheesy…
Although the third poem may not receive much attention, it is based on the fact that its quality is above average.
If Fatty Wei were to write down this doggerel, Jing Zhe would be sure that he would steal the spotlight from everyone else!
However, Fatty Wei definitely didn't want this kind of attention; he'd probably be cursing his mother by then, so Jing Zhe quickly stopped him.
"Brother Wei, you may leave your calligraphy, but it cannot be this poem!"
"Oh? Why not?"
Fatty Wei glanced at Jing Zhe, then, somewhat smugly, recited to himself: "A single peach blossom, a splash of red; the traveler is in a good mood at this moment. How well written! Could it be that you, brother, also think my poem sounds like a doggerel?"
"This...of course not..."
Jing Zhe couldn't bear to shatter Fatty Wei's beautiful fantasy.
"Then why won't you let me write it?"
"Brother Wei, it's like this."
Jing Zhe thought for a moment and patiently said, "Brother Wei's poem is indeed good, but it's not the best. Although writing this poem can slap them in the face, it's not the most severe slap. I have a poem that they will never be able to write a better one. As long as Brother Wei can leave his calligraphy, it will not only slap them in the face severely, but they will also never have the face to mock Brother Wei again!"
Is this really true?
Upon hearing this, Fatty Wei's eyes lit up.
Although he thought his poem was "not bad," it was only "not bad" at that; it didn't yet have the ability to convince everyone—otherwise, they wouldn't have mocked him so much earlier.
"Of course it's true!"
"..."
Just as Fatty Wei was about to grin, he suddenly became puzzled: "Brother, if you really have such a good poem, why don't you write it yourself? Wouldn't it be better for you to become famous yourself?"
It has to be said that Fatty Wei is a bit slow-witted, but not stupid.
Jing Zhe waved his hand and laughed, "That's not true! Compared to Brother Wei, I'm just an outsider. If I went up there to write a poem, I'm afraid it would make you locals in Jiangling laugh at me. Even if I wrote a good poem, I doubt the locals would think much of it! Besides, although I haven't known Brother Wei for long, we feel very compatible. Moreover, I was particularly angry when I saw these people mocking Brother Wei just now, so I wanted to help Brother Wei get revenge!"
"Good brother!"
Fatty Wei was indeed very moved after hearing this. He grasped Jing Zhe's hand and said, "Then tell me the poem, brother. When I become famous, I will certainly not forget you!"
Jing Zhe smiled and nodded, then whispered something in Fatty Wei's ear, and Fatty Wei's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he spoke.
"Brother, did you write this poem yourself?"
Jing Zhe nodded and said, "Brother Wei, please feel free to use it. I guarantee that this poem is my original work, and no one will question it!"
"Brother, you're truly talented! We've talked for so long, and you still don't even know my name!"
"Wei the Fatty asked."
"My surname is Jing, and my given name is Zhe. I am not talented; it was merely a stroke of luck, a stroke of luck indeed!"
Jing Zhe said modestly.
"Jing Zhe... wait, why does that name sound so familiar?"
Fatty Wei scratched his head and began to think. It seemed that Jing Zhe's name was not very well-known in Jiangling. Even if someone had heard of him, they had only heard of him and did not have a deep impression of him.
“Brother Wei, such a common name, there must be many people with the same name as me, so it’s not surprising that you’ve heard of it.”
If Fatty Wei had thought a little more, he would have figured out who Jing Zhe was. But at this moment, all of Fatty Wei's energy was focused on the poem that Jing Zhe had just told him, so he didn't think deeply about Jing Zhe's name.
Taking a step forward, Fatty Wei shouted arrogantly at the chattering crowd, "Make way, this young master is leaving his calligraphy behind!"
"..."
The crowd fell silent, and everyone turned to look in their direction.
...
A person should have self-awareness, and these bookish scholars who talk big do have self-awareness.
Three poems will be left at the Peach Blossom Poetry Gathering. Feng Mubai and Lin Wan'er said they would come, so they will naturally take up two spots. That leaves only one spot for the competition to create the last poem.
Leaving one's calligraphy at a major poetry gathering is the dream of every scholar, and these people are no exception. The reason they are not leaving their calligraphy now is because they dare not, or rather, they lack confidence. Therefore, they are all waiting for Feng Mubai and Lin Wan'er to finish writing, and then they will consider their own poems to see if they can be better than the others.
Even if the third poem is inferior to the other two, it cannot be too much worse, so as to gain some fame—after all, everyone knows that it is impossible for anyone to write poems better than Feng Mubai and Lin Wan'er.
Just as they were exchanging barbs and waiting, a voice they never expected suddenly rang out from the crowd. When they turned around, it was indeed Fatty Wei!
As for Jing Zhe next to Fatty Wei, they automatically ignored him—well, they glanced at him a few more times, because Jing Zhe was so good-looking.
"Fatty Wei, do you know what you're saying?"
"Fatty Wei, you dare to leave your calligraphy with those doggerel poems?"
"You really are a master of disguise. When did Fatty Wei pick up this habit? What can you write? What can you even write about?"
"Don't stop him, let him write! I want to see what kind of calligraphy Fatty Wei can leave behind. If he only talks but doesn't write anything today, he can't participate in any poetry gatherings held in Jiangling in the future!"
"Yes, yes, let him write it!"
"..."
A group of people glared fiercely at Fatty Wei and started shouting. Even the girls who usually wouldn't give him a second glance were now looking at him.
Seeing this, Fatty Wei couldn't help but feel a little smug.
He took a big step forward, head held high, and declared, "I'll write it, then! Get out of my way, all of you!"
"..."
Seeing Wei Pangzi's arrogant and domineering demeanor, everyone was so angry that their teeth itched, but they were helpless against him. After all, they had already promised him, so they reluctantly stepped back to make way for him.
Fatty Wei swaggered in, and under everyone's watchful eyes, he went to the stone table and picked up his pen. Perhaps this was the first time Fatty Wei had been so close to the stone table at a poetry gathering, and he was a little excited and nervous. He turned around to look at Jing Zhe, hoping to find some encouragement from him.
Unfortunately, as soon as he walked in, the crowd behind him automatically gathered and blocked the road, so he could no longer see anything.
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