Chapter 121 I Really Have No Other Intentions
"Li Yun, what poem is this that's worth making such a fuss about? Read it out loud!" Chen Jianxun was the first to stand up and said, "If this poem sounds good, then everything will be fine."
"If the quality of this poem is not good enough, you should drink three cups as punishment!"
Hearing Chen Jianxun's words, Li Yun was not intimidated. Instead, he said with a smile, "Three cups are not enough. If the level of this poem is not good enough, I will punish myself with five cups!"
Having said that, he took out a soft-cover notebook from his yellow shoulder bag.
Cheng Xuyuan watched Li Yun's actions and thought to himself, when should I get a yellow shoulder bag to carry around? Apart from anything else, it is quite convenient to carry things with it.
But then, the scene of himself reciting poetry vaguely appeared in his mind.
Maybe I remembered it wrong!
How can someone like me recite poetry? Haha...
"How can I make you meet me at my most beautiful moment
For this, I have prayed to the Buddha for five hundred years, asking the Buddha to let us have a relationship in this world.
The Buddha then transformed me into a tree , growing beside the road you must pass by..."
Li Yun's reading was full of affection and rhythm.
After hearing this poem, both Chen Jianxun and Niu Wanjia were stunned.
As the old saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway. In terms of poetry, they can be regarded as experts! They have seen such beautiful and delicate poems before.
But those are all selections of poems by famous poets.
But this is a new poem!
Li Yun paused at this point, so much so that Chen Jianxun urged him repeatedly, "Read faster, it's such a beautiful poem, why are you dawdling here?"
"You're wasting your time!"
Hearing Chen Jianxun's urging, Li Yun not only did not read it immediately, but smiled and said, "How is it? Is it enough for three glasses of wine?"
"Enough, enough, enough! Read faster!" Chu Yueqin walked out from the inner room of Niu Wanjia's house and said.
Although Chu Yueqin's position is higher than Niu Wanjia's, when Niu Wanjia's friends usually eat at home, she, in addition to preparing some meals, spends more time in the inner room accompanying the children.
This time he made an exception and came out.
"Don't worry, sister-in-law. I'll read it right away."
As Li Yun spoke, he continued to read.
When Cheng Xuyuan listened to Li Yun's poem, his first feeling was that the original author had already written the poem.
But then he realized that this was not right.
Because it has only been seven or eight years now, and the author of this poem wrote it in 1980.
In other words, there are still two years left!
He remembered this incident clearly and was definitely not wrong.
Is there another person who has been reborn besides me?
The moment this thought came up, Cheng Xuyuan didn't know why, but he felt a little more expectant in his heart.
But what was more in his mind was the scene of himself reciting poetry in front of the two girls.
Could it be that I recited this poem after getting drunk? If that's the case...
"...and when you finally walked away ignoring me, my friend fell to the ground behind you .
That's not a petal.
It's my withered heart"
After reciting the last sentence, Li Yun gently closed the book.
Not only that, he even closed his eyes, looking as if he was still unsatisfied.
This guy is really good at pretending! Niu Wanjia and others also fell into silence, none of them said a word, as if they were afraid that if they opened their mouths, they would destroy this mood.
"What a beautiful poem! Not only is the meaning beautiful, but the lines are beautiful too!" Chen Jianxun was the first to speak. He exclaimed: "To hear such a poem today, I really want to drink three cups."
"Jianxun, I think poems like this shouldn't be accompanied by wine, but by tea."
It was Chu Yueqin who spoke. She smiled and said, "Li Yun, lend me your notebook later so I can copy it."
"Li Yun, let me copy it too. It would be a shame to read such a beautiful poem only once!"
Li Yun quickly handed the notebook to Chu Yueqin and said, "Sister-in-law, this is for you."
Chu Yueqin took the book and asked, "Li Yun, what is the name of this poem and who wrote it?"
Li Yun said: "Sister-in-law, I don't know the name of this poem either."
“I heard that people who write poems don’t even have names.”
"It's for a pretty girl."
Ma Yun said: "Who can resist writing such a love poem to a girl?"
"Tell me quickly, who wrote it?"
After hearing what Ma Yun said, Cheng Xuyuan became even more uneasy.
I hope it’s not written by me, otherwise, it will be troublesome! Just when he was feeling uneasy, he heard Li Yun say, "This author is also a celebrity."
“Hey, you must have heard of it.”
Chen Jianxun said, "Don't keep me in suspense. Come on, tell me. Can't you see my sister-in-law is waiting for you?"
Li Yun, who was originally planning to keep the secret a little longer, could only say after hearing this: "This poem was written by Xu Lingyun, the author of When Happiness Knocks on the Door."
"This afternoon."
When Cheng Xuyuan heard this, his heart was buzzing!
I really read it myself.
It seems that the scene of reciting poetry is real! Drinking really messes things up! However, before he could finish feeling upset, a lot of eyes had already fallen on him.
Especially Chen Jianxun and Ma Yundu, they looked at him with strange eyes.
"Good job, Xiao Cheng! I thought you were only good at writing novels, but I didn't expect that your poems are also first-rate!"
Niu Wanjia came to Cheng Xuyuan and said, "Tell me the truth, do you like that girl? If you do, I'll ask your sister-in-law to find out for you."
Chu Yueqin also said: "Xuyuan, whose girl is this? You really have to thank her, otherwise, you wouldn't be able to write such a good poem with both talent and emotion."
"We don't have such a good ear."
Li Yun looked at the expressions of Niu Wanjia and his wife, listened to what they said, and immediately reacted and said, "He...he is Xu Lingyun?"
"Yes, this is Xu Lingyun, the author of the poem you just read."
"You might as well come earlier. Maybe you'll know this poem earlier." Chen Jianxun hugged his shoulders and said, "Come, I'll introduce it to you."
Facing the hot eyes of Niu Wanjia and his wife, Cheng Xuyuan spread his hands helplessly and said, "Brother Niu, sister-in-law, if I say that I drank too much this afternoon."
"This poem was written purely out of pure drunkenness. Do you believe it?"
Niu Wanjia was a little amused. What? You can compose poetry when you are drunk? Don't scare me! But he knew that Cheng Xuyuan was drunk.
Just when he didn't know how to answer, he heard Chu Yueqin say, "Xiao Cheng, if someone else said this, I certainly wouldn't believe it."
"But you said it, and I believe it."
"People say that Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems after drinking a lot of wine. You are also a talented person. It's not impossible for you to write a good poem when you are drunk!"
"I want to know one thing now. Who is that little girl who asked you to write poetry?"
Hearing this, Chen Jianxun also followed suit and said, "That's right, Xuyuan, I also want to know who this girl is? Who can make you write such a poem?"
Since the poem was written by myself, the impression in my memory is naturally true.
However, is it appropriate to reveal who wrote such a poem?
Cheng Xuyuan waved his hand and said, "Jianxun, I was really drunk, so I can't remember it clearly."
"I only remember seeing it, and I have forgotten everything else."
Chu Yueqin couldn't help but said, "You, you finished writing the poem but forgot who the girl is. It's like taking the exam but forgetting to write your name on the paper."
At this moment, Li Yun picked up a glass of wine and said, "Sister-in-law, you don't have to worry about Teacher Cheng."
"He doesn't remember, but I do!"
"Teacher Cheng, I'm telling you, you must remember this girl's name clearly."
"Her name is Li Yufei. I heard she was admitted to Yanjing University. She is a real beauty."
"If you two are going to be happy together in the future, don't forget me, the matchmaker!"
The last secret was exposed. Although Cheng Xuyuan was unwilling to accept it, he could only smile and say, "I told you, it was a poem I wrote when I was drunk."
"Haha, I really don't mean anything else!"
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