I really don't want to be red

Chapter 344

"Xia Ke Xing"!
This name is chic, heroic and majestic. Just this name makes people feel like a chivalrous man.

Liu Na skipped the first four sentences and couldn't wait to read on!

"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles without leaving."

"Hello."

"Let's drink in Xinling, take off the sword and cross your knees."

"..."

"Let's die as a hero, and be ashamed to be a hero in the world."

"Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuanjing!"

There seemed to be a vivid picture in front of everyone's eyes.

With messy hair and temples, wearing a long sword, a white horse with a silver saddle, galloping with a whip, the rough and heroic portrait of a knight seems to jump out of a poem.

Killing a person in ten steps, leaving a thousand miles behind!
The so-called chivalrous men are exactly like this, killing the unjust, taking care of injustices, and leaving quietly afterwards, not seeking fame or fortune.

The whole poem is bold and unrestrained, rich in imagination, and flows naturally.

Everyone couldn't extricate themselves for a long time, as if they had fallen into the majestic and magnificent world of rivers and lakes in the poem.

Become a heroic and unruly knight and walk around.

After a long time, Liu Na let out a heavy breath and said, "Good poetry!"

Except for these two words, she didn't know how to describe it for a while. She said it was a poem, but it had a strong sense of imagery. Every word and every word seemed to be full of plump images.

Picturesque!It is the most appropriate description.

Everyone in the office was also deeply shocked by this poem and couldn't extricate themselves.

After reading the whole poem, I feel that the chest is full of pride and high spirits, and a feeling of wishing to sing generously rises leisurely.

Suddenly, a piercing ringing of the phone rang.

Break everyone's contemplation.

Everyone in the conference room let out a collective sigh of relief.

The phone is Liu Na's.

Liu Na quickly picked up the phone and went to the corner to answer it.

The man with the ponytail was full of admiration, "Mr. An, this poem of yours is simply a masterpiece. Don't say that people can't write it now, even those great poets in ancient times, there is no one that can compare with it!"

"Yeah, I really didn't expect Teacher An to be so vigorous and write ancient poems so well!"

"This poem expresses both the voice of the player and the soul of the game. I think with this poem, our game will definitely be able to take it to a higher level!"

"That's impossible to run away, Mr. An, this is the level of a master of Chinese studies..."

People with a little knowledge like simple poems very much.

People who have no background, after reading the poem, feel that the poem is very suitable for the game.

In addition to everyone's admiration, the evaluation of An Ran in their hearts inevitably went up two levels.

Who said that ancient poems can't be used as advertisements?

That's because you didn't find the right person!

Take a look at Teacher An's poem, it is simply a peerless poem.

While everyone was talking, Liu Na came over and said, "My dad just happened to be attending a calligraphy exhibition in Shanghai. He just called and I asked him to come and have a look!"

She turned her head to An Ran again and said, "Mr. An, don't be angry. I will ask my dad to rewrite this poem. Let's try to do our best!"

An Ran nodded, expressing her understanding: "Master Liu is willing to act, that's of course better, good poems must have good words to match!"

During the time waiting for Mr. Liu, everyone read "Xia Ke Xing" over and over again!
The more you taste, the more you will feel endless aftertaste.

Every time I read it, I feel more new. The long-lost blood in my heart is actually a little ready to move.

Half an hour later, Liu Na received a call from her father and went down to pick him up.

A few minutes later, Liu Na came in with the gray-haired and energetic Liu Qianshan.

Along with Liu Qianshan was an old man in his sixties who was in good spirits.

I saw everyone was there.

Liu Qianshan said with a smile: "So many people? It seems that it is really a good poem! Why don't old man Lin try to reach out?"

Old man Lin was the one next to him.

Lin Baili, a famous calligraphy and painting master, is as famous as Liu Qianshan.

The two are a hundred miles away, a thousand mountains together, and they are inseparable from each other.

Lin Baili smiled and waved his hands, "You don't need to try your skills, it's okay to see!"

The dialogue between the two, everyone can understand the meaning as soon as they hear it.

Probably these two did not quite believe how good this poem was.

Also!

Usually, what these people write are famous poems and lines that have been passed down through the ages in Xiazhou. Their taste is too high, and it is normal to look down on them.

And now in this society, how many people still write metrical ancient poems?
Especially when I heard that it was written by a young man, even if he had some talent, his talent was limited, and it was not up to the level for them to start writing.

He came here mainly to see his daughter, and reading poetry was secondary.

Liu Na pursed her lips and smiled, "Don't be stubborn, you two, after reading the poem and talking, I'm afraid that you two will break your head and fight to write it after reading it!"

"Ha ha!"

The two old men smiled noncommittally.

The little girl loves to be exaggerated, and the poems of a brat can't make the two of us break our heads.

Lin Baili smiled and said, "Let's read it first!"

Everyone moved out of the way, and the two arrived at the table.

"This is……"

Liu Qianshan glanced over and just stayed there.

After a short meeting, his face turned red, his eyes stared straight at the ink-stained "Xia Ke Xing", and then his whole body began to lean forward, his face was full of shock.

Slowly, the whole person is almost stuck on the paper, with that expression that wants to swallow the whole paper.

And Lin Baili was not much better.

After one glance, his hands trembled with excitement, his breathing was heavy, and he muttered nonsense, and everyone couldn't understand what he was saying, as if he had a cerebral thrombosis.

"Dad!" Liu Na called out.

Liu Qianshan turned a deaf ear to it, and stretched out his hand to touch the words on it, but saw that the ink was still wet, and retracted it again.

But I don't feel reconciled, as if I reached out and touched it!
Lin Baili was even more unbearable, his breathing was short, the muscles on his face trembled, and the beard on his chin was raised up and down.

An Ran felt a little hairy.

Don't send these two to the hospital again.

Huang Zhan and Zhong Jixiang should go to the hospital, they didn't offend him.

You two must control it!

The others were also puzzled and began to whisper.

"Are these two excited when they see the words? Or are they excited when they see the poem?"

"How would I know?"

"I think I saw poetry. After all, when it comes to calligraphy, there are not many people in Xiazhou who are better than these two!"

"That's the reason. I heard that a good poem can give calligraphers a creative impulse. I think Mr. An's poem has already given the two masters a creative impulse!"

Liu Na said beside him, "Dad, Mr. Lin? You two should take it easy!"

She yelled several times in a row before the two old men came back to their senses.

Liu Na said: "Dad, you still have an eye for this poem, why don't you help us rewrite it..."

"Rewrite?"

Liu Laomeng turned his head, his eyes were all red!

Everyone was startled, the old man's expression was a little too excited!

Poetry is good poetry, but there is no need to be so excited!

"Yes, Dad, a good poem needs to be matched with good words, so you can rewrite one..."

"Rewrite the fart!"

The two old men said in unison!
(End of this chapter)