Nativity

Chapter 340 Let's Say Goodbye

With a flick of a finger, it's time to say goodbye!

Dongfang Yu'er wanted to say farewell in style, and was going to hold a 'Poetry Recital'.

The 'Poetry Recital' is actually a small party in the name of poetry.

Dongfang Yu'er organized this 'poetry reciting meeting'. First, she wanted to know what the five students had learned in the past five years.Secondly, Dongfang Yuer wants to bid farewell to everyone in a chic way.

The 'Poetry Recital' is actually a small party in the name of poetry.

After receiving the notice to participate in the 'Poetry Recitation Club', Sima Ao, Xiao Pang, Li Fulai, Jiang Min, Jiang Fu and others came to the school early in the morning, ready to show off their talents.

Dingxiang and Yuzhu set up the school early in the morning.

When the five of them came to the school, their eyes lit up. When they looked up, they could see the words 'Poetry Recital' written on the black plaque on the door.

The door and walls of the school are red and green as if they had been painted, the pink gauze on the beams is shaking, and the old works of the five people are hung on the wall pillars, such as poems, books, and paintings.

The four treasures of literature and ink, as well as rich food and wine are neatly arranged on the table, so the school not only exudes a fresh fragrance of books, but also mellow and long-lasting wine, giving people a poetic and warm feeling.

Boy spirit

The money is gone,
Time goes by and never returns.

A man full of ambition,
Don't sigh at Kong.

Four Seasons Beauty
The spring rain crosses the ark,
Light gauze relieves love and sorrow.

Autumn frost is silent,
Snow filled the sky.

"These two poems were composed by Sima Ao?" Jiang Bin asked.

"It's an old work from a few years ago. I didn't expect the teacher to frame it for me." Sima Ao said gratefully.

"I said fat, your handwriting is too ugly, how can you write the word 'Xiao' as 'Su'?"

Jiang Bin made fun of Xiaopang's calligraphy work, and wrote the word 'Xiao' in the poem as 'Su' by mistake.

"Oh, that's my first pen and ink." Xiaopang smiled awkwardly.

"Brother Jiang Bin, don't laugh at others. Haha! What do you think of your "Peacock Picture"? Is it a peacock? Why do I think sparrows are prettier than it?"

Li Fulai joked that Jiang Bin's "Peacock Picture" is too ugly, the lines are not smooth, and the ink is puddles, and it is hard to tell that it is a peacock.

"Brother Li, I know my Danqing is not as good as yours. How about we compare the temperament?" Jiang Bin said unconvinced.

"You compete with me for Danqing, why don't I compete with you for temperament?"

Among the five, Jiang Bin was the one with the highest musical attainment, so Li Fulai naturally didn't dare to compete with Jiang Bin.

The five people looked at their old works, and the happy and beautiful scenes appeared in front of them, and they couldn't help but sigh how the good time passed so quickly.

"Hey, who painted this "Ao Plum Picture"?" Li Fulai was attracted by an "Ao Plum Picture".

"The plum blossoms are so beautiful!" Not only Li Fulai was attracted by this "Plum Blossom Picture", Jiang Min was also attracted by this "Plum Blossom Picture".

"This plum blossom is so beautiful, just like the real thing! Brother Ao, did you draw it?" Jiang Min stroked the plum in the painting with his hand, admiring it.

"Ao Mei Tu" depicts a plum tree blooming against the cold north wind and snowflakes like goose feathers, surrounded by a small dim house.Standing at the door of the house was a single, lonely figure.

"A Plum Blossom Picture" has a unique painting style, unrestrained and smooth brushwork, and the plum blossoms are brightly colored and lifelike; it forms a clear contrast with the dimness of the small house and the loneliness of the figure, which well highlights the plum blossoms, defying the cold and being proud Clanking spirit.

Sima Ao was very satisfied with this "Aomeitu", so he replied triumphantly. "Yes. It's my latest painting. I drew it in a hurry and forgot to sign it."

"Let me just say, this style of painting is so unique, and it is really only Aodi who can draw such a storyful and poetic picture."

As a master of painting, Li Fulai praised him willingly.

"Brother Sima has superb painting skills, first-rate poetry, and proficiency in rhythm, which has to be admired!" Jiang Bin couldn't help but praise.

"My son is very powerful, capable of writing and martial arts, handsome and unrestrained, all the girls in the capital like my son."

"Little Fatty, you're talking nonsense again. I've only walked around the streets of Kyoto a few times, so how many people know me?"

"It's the real son. Yesterday when we were guessing the lantern fan, the girls on the street were all whispering that it was their greatest wish to marry Master Sima."

Upon learning of this, Sima Ao's face instantly turned red, and he hit Xiaopang on the head with a fan to tell Xiaopang not to talk nonsense.

Xiaopang didn't understand and kept saying stupidly: "You can see it from their affectionate eyes."

Indeed, when guessing the lantern fans yesterday, nine out of ten women all looked at Sima Ao's handsome face.

Sima Ao is admired by many women, which makes Jiang Min feel pressured.

Dongfang Yuer came along with Lilac and Yuzhu.

"Shh! Mister is here." Sima Ao gave Xiaopang a wink and told Xiaopang to shut up.

"What are you talking about?" Dongfang Yu'er asked.

Recently, Dongfang Yu'er seemed a bit formidable, Sima Ao, Xiaopang, Jiang Bin, Jiang Min, and Li Fulai were all a little afraid of Dongfang Yu'er.

One by one, like children who have made a mistake, they all restrain themselves.

"Yeah, I heard you talking freely just now, why did you all pretend to be dumb when we came?" Yu Zhu asked.

Dongfang Yu'er rolled her eyes at Yuzhu, telling Yuzhu to pay attention to her image.

Sima Ao replied in a panic: "Oh? We are chatting, who draws the best paintings." While saying this, Sima Ao kept blinking his eyes, and finally looked at the "Ao Meitu" superior.

"Yes! Yes!" The four replied in unison.

Dongfang Yu'er saw that Sima Ao's eyes were dodging, and she also looked at "Ao Mei Tu".

A pink light flashed, and the scenery in "Aomeitu" actually moved.

That single and lonely figure was actually Sima Ao, and Sima Ao was lamenting his fate!
"Ao Meitu" is not a dead painting, but a living painting, or a painting that heralds Sima Ao's future.

Dongfang Yuer realized that the painting should not be shown by Sima Ao.

"What's the matter, sir?" Everyone was puzzled.

With a flick of her sleeve, Dongfang Yu'er sealed "Ao Mei Tu" with magic, and ordered Ding Xiang to quickly put away "Ao Mei Tu",

Just when Sima Ao was confused and wanted to ask why, Dongfang Yuer reprimanded Sima Ao not to draw some low-emotional paintings in the future.

Low mood?
Sima Ao didn't think "Ao Mei Tu" was a negative picture.

Although Sima Ao didn't know why Dongfang Yu'er thought "Ao Mei Tu" was a negative picture, but seeing Dongfang Yu'er's flustered expression, he didn't dare to say anything.

Sima Ao replied obediently, Dongfang Yu'er will pay attention to it in the future.

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A voice came into Dongfang Yu'er's ears. "Do you think that you can change Wenqu Xingjun's fate like this? Let me tell you, Wen Xingjun's fate is in my hands, so don't try to change it."

Dongfang Yu'er recognized who the voice was, it belonged to Aunt Xu, and Aunt Xu was giving herself a warning.

Dongfang Yu'er asked Ding Xiang and Yu Zhu to preside over the "poetry reciting meeting" first, and she had to go out beforehand.

Dongfang Yu'er flicked her long sleeves and flew towards the direction where the voice came from.

"Where are you going, sir?"

Sima Ao, Xiaopang, Li Fulai, Jiang Bin, and Jiang Min asked Ding Xiang and Polygonatum worriedly.

Ding Xiang and Yu Zhu said that they didn't know, and urged the six people to return to their positions and start the "poetry reciting meeting".

(End of this chapter)