The rise of the poor

Chapter 988 You Student, Monkey King
What is this occasion?
This is my teacher's birthday party, everyone wrote poems and lyrics to celebrate her birthday, why did you write two "naihe" in succession? !

You have to have a degree when you are joking and playing petty temper!

It really makes no sense!

A group of disciples were filled with righteous indignation and indignation at Zhu Ping'an's actions, expressing their indignation and contempt with eyes and sighs.

but
What happened next made them even more indignant, and those who had a bad temper would burst into anger.

Because of Zhu Ping'an, he, he, he wrote three more words "Nai Ruo He".

So far, the first line of Zhu Pingan's "Happy Mother's Birthday" has been written: "Nai He Nai He Nai Ruo".

Everyone is going to blow up, Zhu Ping'an is too much, is this a birthday poem? It advertises "Happy Mother's Birthday", but it actually writes something like "Nai He Nai He Nai Ruo", full of negativity, decadence and disappointment, what kind of birthday celebration is this? poetry.

There was an uproar at the scene.

Madam Xu turned her head and glanced at Xu Jie, Xu Jie smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to cover Madam's hand, and rubbed it lightly twice.

"Zihou, what kind of birthday poem is this?" Xu Fan could hardly hold the cup in his hand.

"Birthday poem." Zhu Pingan replied solemnly.

Birthday poem? ! ! !

Bullshit!

Nai He Nai He Nai Ruo He, what kind of birthday celebration is this, this tone is clearly a curse poem, okay?
Everyone stood up for Xu Fan!

However, the sighs, dissatisfaction and indignation of the crowd did not affect Zhu Ping'an's performance. Amid the indignation of the crowd, Zhu Ping'an's performance was super stable. Well, he picked up a pen and wrote another line and wrote two more words.

Yes
It is still the word "naihe".

crazy.

Zhu Ping'an must be crazy.

You lunatic, are you going to ruin your teacher's birthday banquet? Everyone can't wait to stuff Zhu Ping'an's head into the inkstone at this moment!
Another "Naihe", Xu Fan was completely messed up.

Zhang Juzheng touched his chin with his right hand, frowned tightly, and looked at Zhu Pingan without blinking.

Amidst all the indignation and criticism, Zhu Ping'an still had a smile on his face. Holding the brush in his right hand, he swiped it again, and raised the brush to complete the second sentence.

"But it's raining today."

Although no more "Naihe" was written, the criticism and indignation towards Zhu Ping'an did not weaken at all.

Although you didn't write Naihe again, your line "Naihe is raining today" is still full of negativity, decadence and disappointment, and this is your birthday poem. The first line is "Naihe Naihe", the second sentence " But it's raining today", not to mention full of negativity and decadence, you have written half of this poem, but it has nothing to do with birthday celebrations at all.

Hey!
Who is this.

Still smiling!

Your teacher treats you with such kindness as a mountain, do you just repay your teacher like this? !If I were you, I would have hung the southeast branch by now to apologize to my teacher.

Everyone shook their heads, sighed and sighed, and the urge to stuff Zhu Ping'an's head into the inkstone became stronger.

After writing the second sentence, Zhu Ping'an dipped the brush in the ink again, and then moved the brush like flying again without stopping for a second, like a dragon riding the wind and waves, and a phoenix flying in the sky with the wind, and wrote the third poem in one breath come out:

"The torrential rain wishes the teacher's mother a birthday."

After Zhu Ping'an's poem was written, there was a murmur of surprise in the lobby.

"what?"

"This?"

"It seems to be interesting."

After seeing Zhu Ping'an's third sentence, everyone couldn't help being surprised in a low voice. As soon as the third sentence came out, this birthday poem seemed to have some meaning, and the negativity and decadence in the first two sentences seemed to be reduced a lot.

Although it is not as good as the birthday poems made by everyone, it finally looks like a birthday poem.

The indignation in everyone's hearts subsided a little, and when they looked at Zhu Ping'an again, they had the feeling of looking back at the prodigal son.Although this prodigal son is still accomplishing nothing, unkempt, and unreliable, at least he is willing to turn around.

Before the crowd's surprise disappeared, Zhu Ping'an dipped his ink into the pen again and wrote the last sentence of the whole poem in one go. When he finished the pen, he paused and then drew it back suddenly, just like a dragon wagging its tail or a phoenix spreading its wings!
At this point, the whole poem is vivid on the paper.

"Happy Mother's Birthday"

Nai He Nai Ruo He,
However, it is raining today.

Torrential rain wishing my mother a birthday,
Longevity is more than torrential rain.

Zhu Pingan picked up his pen and retracted it, and the hall was so quiet that he could hear a needle drop to the ground clearly.

Such a quiet atmosphere lasted for a full two seconds. After two seconds, the hall became lively like boiling water.

"Ah good!"

"This is the finishing touch! What a poem!"

"It turns out that you can still write birthday poems like this! Zhuangyuanlang is indeed the Zhuangyuanlang, and his skills in controlling words are really amazing."

"Hahaha, this poem is really full of twists and turns, soul-stirring, especially the finishing touch in the last line, the whole poem is instantly refined and sublimated. It is really a rare masterpiece of birthday celebration."

"Let me just say, my teacher treats Zhuangyuan Lang's kindness again, so how could Zhuangyuan Lang mess up at the teacher's mother's birthday banquet? Hehe, Zhuangyuan Lang is really a bold, humorous and talented man. He deliberately wrote birthday poems like this to add to the fun. "

After everyone came back to their senses, they all applauded.

Everyone is under Master Xu. At the beginning, I was just angry that Zhu Pingan, a junior, wrote "Nai He" at the teacher's mother's birthday party. I thought he was playing temper, petty, and ignorant. Now that the misunderstanding has been clarified , and this poem written by Zhu Ping'an is humorous, witty and wonderful. It is a rare good birthday poem, so everyone did not hesitate to praise them.

Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen are too salty.

The dullness in the room was instantly swept away, and the atmosphere was warm, reaching the climax of the entire banquet.

Both expected and unexpected, Zhang Juzheng looked at Zhu Ping'an's birthday poem with a complicated expression. After a moment of silence, he clapped his hands along with the crowd.

"Haha, Zihou, you kid can do it."

Xu Fan smiled and came to Zhu Ping'an's side, and slapped Zhu Ping'an's shoulder vigorously, "Do you know, I was shocked just now. I was thinking, if my mother is angry, how should I intercede with you?" Woolen cloth."

"Thank you, Brother, for your concern."

Zhu Pingan cupped his hands to thank Xu Fan, then pointed to the teacup in Xu Fan's hand, and asked with a smile, "Hehe, have you finished your brother's tea? I wonder if Ping An will be fined for being late for the three cups of wine?"

"You're lucky, boy." Xu Fan shook the teacup in his hand, and the half cup of tea in it swirled around with the cup.

"Hehe, thank you, brother." Zhu Pingan smiled and cupped his hands in thanks.

"Hehehe...You student, you are really a monkey. This whole show, I taught people to memorize his poems, and they can't forget them..." In the first place, Mrs. Xu covered her face with a handkerchief. Lips, sideways smile and whisper to Xu Jie.

Xu Jie smiled without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)