"Where I linger, the orchid boat is broken. We hold hands and look into each other's eyes with tears, yet we are speechless and choked with emotion..." Fang Zhengyi really put on a good show this time.
Drinking can sometimes really increase expressiveness, which is much better than reciting poetry dryly.
But the audience response was not very good.
This poem... was written by Fang Zhengyi, a master of incomplete poems, and has spread almost everywhere in the country. There are many scholars present, and there are very few who have not heard of this poem.
So when Fang Zheng opened his mouth, most people were disappointed.
Are you writing a poem? You are reciting a poem!
It looks like he's a bit drunk...
Chu Youyi couldn't help but reveal a bit of disappointment in her eyes. It seemed that the poem she just wrote was also copied.
Now that you are drunk, don't you know how to hide it?
This incomplete poem is my sister’s favorite, and her ears are almost callused from listening to it so many times.
Alas, everything was going well, but now he has to come out and make a fool of himself. I don’t know what Fang Tangjing was thinking.
Lu Xiuwen had already sat down awkwardly, but when he heard Fang Zheng repeating the same old tune, hope suddenly lit up in his eyes.
He stood up impatiently and said loudly: "Everyone, this poem was written by Fang Zhengyi, a famous man in the capital, Lord Fang! Now this thief actually said that it was written by him. Do you still believe that he is a drunkard?"
"Literary thief!!! How many people in the world know this incomplete poem? You copied it carelessly. I don't know which famous poet you copied that poem from!"
The whole audience remained silent.
There is no way to refute this statement. Mr. Lu is telling the truth, and everyone knows that he is plagiarizing.
But Drunken Demon looked like he was drunk. Just because he read Fang Zhengyi's lyrics, could we conclude that he plagiarized his previous song?
Xie Xian couldn't bear to look at it and closed his eyes. It was over. The master was doomed to be embarrassed. How could he make up for it? Could he say in front of so many people that he was Fang Zhengyi?
Fang Zheng didn't care. He couldn't hear the voice clearly anymore and continued to recite to himself.
Holding a wine jug, his eyes were blurred, his hand was like a sword, pointing high up in the distance.
"Where will I go when I wake up from my drunken stupor tonight? Will I be by the willow bank, with the morning breeze and the waning moon?
After so many years, the good times and beautiful scenery are gone...
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them to? "
As soon as the words fell, Fang Zheng was stunned, and his mind suddenly became somewhat clear.
As soon as his hand loosened, the wine jar fell onto the table and dark red wine flowed out.
A tear slowly flowed down the corner of Fang Zheng's eye... I remembered it! I finally remembered it?
One drop, two drops of tears became more and more. Fang Zheng, who was drunk, couldn't stop crying at first, and he cried like a tearful man.
The people in the audience were stunned.
Although this poem was written by Fang Zhengyi, it is a famous incomplete poem!
Countless people have tried to add the last two sentences, but when they were published, they were all criticized as lame-duck tatters.
Over time, no one was willing to complete the last two lines of the poem, and everyone tacitly accepted that this incomplete poem was a complete work.
Who would have thought that the drunkard would actually try his hand at completing this poem?
One of the scholars stood up excitedly and said tremblingly: "He completed it! It's natural... perfect!!"
"It's all! This word is complete!!!"
"Even if I have a thousand kinds of love, who can I tell? With this sentence, the name of the drunkard can be known throughout the world."
The scene began to change drastically in an instant.
Countless people began to nod their heads, savoring the artistic conception of the entire poem, either in admiration, or sighing, or with a hint of loss in their hearts.
If I were to complete this poem, it would be famous all over the world! It's a pity that there will never be two more perfect lines...
Fang Zhengyi cried and laughed at the same time, raised a finger and shouted to the audience: "1 point!! I just missed this 1 point!! Didn't I get 90 points in Chinese!!!"
"I scored 120 points in Chinese in the mock exams! How come I only got 89 in the college entrance exams!!! I remember now!"
"Draft? I remember it now!!" The poor student was madly venting the resentment he had been holding back for two lifetimes on the stage, and taking advantage of the alcohol to launch a brutal verbal attack on his psychological shadow.
The people in the audience watched him go crazy in fascination.
"It's really heartfelt... Look how sad he is crying. It seems that Jiu Yao is also a person with deep feelings!!"
"We are all men, but who doesn't want true love? The drunkard turned into the legendary prostitute he is today, it seems that he was also hurt by love in the beginning."
"Hey, it's too stimulating. He has started talking nonsense. How badly is he hurt?"
Fang Zhengyi was still criticizing everyone, from the class teacher to the principal, and from the principal to the general manager. Seeing this, Xie Xian quickly signaled to Zhou Tie and Zhao Lie.
The two men went up to the stage without hesitation and used brute force to pull Fang Zhengyi down, and then began to pour tea for him...
Fang Zheng thought it was wine and drank every glass he received.
"How wonderful! How wonderful...I want to be the sales champion, I want to be Mr. Fang, how wonderful!..."
"Mr. Fang! Wake up! Don't be so fucking excited! You two should go make some hangover soup!" Xie Xian was so anxious that his forehead was sweating.
Just write poetry, why talk nonsense! Fortunately, no normal person can understand any of it...
What a shame! It's embarrassing to his mother's house!
Yu Niang was very tactful and asked the waiter to bring over several large bowls of the hangover soup that was always available in the brothel.
As soon as the sobering soup arrived, the three of them began to busily help Fang Zheng drink the medicine.
Chu Youyi stared in the direction of Fang Zhengyi in a trance, her body shaking slightly uncontrollably due to excitement.
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