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Chapter 121 I recognize this junior brother (please subscribe monthly pass)

Li Xiaobai put down the ink-stained brush, got up and moved out of the way.

At this time.

Only then did Li Xiaobai notice that Wen Bochang was standing behind him, standing there motionless like a sculpture.

The mouth is still half-open.

He couldn't help reminding: "Brother Wen, what do you think of this poem?"

After all, it was a poem inscribed on a painting made by others. If the writing made him dissatisfied, Li Xiaobai would also feel sorry.

Although Wen Bochang had already said that this painting was given to him.

Wen Bochang didn't move.

It's as if you didn't hear it.

He stared closely at the poem written by Li Xiaobai.

The same was true for the students at the scene. They were all dumbfounded, staring blankly at the lines of small black calligraphy written under the pine tree.

Although a few students were standing in the front row, their line of sight was blocked by Wen Bochang, and they were crowded left and right. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't read what was written, but all the students beside them looked like they had never seen the world. They knew that Li Xiaobai's words were definitely not simple.

They are more anxious.

No matter how you turn your head or tiptoe, you can't see it.

What is written in the end?
These few students couldn't help but looked at each other, and then whispered to the students who could see beside them: "What did senior Bai write?"

Why do everyone look like they can't close their mouths? There should be a degree of shock!

So weird!
The student next to him was awakened by the student's voice and shivered.

That's right, just woke up.

These people seemed to be dazed. At this time, they were poked by the classmate next to them, and they finally recovered, and turned their heads to look at the classmate who poked him at the side in a daze.

"Character?"

"What word?"

The students next to me didn't know why they answered.

This answer made these unseen students full of question marks.

If I can see what the word is, I still need to ask you!Is there something wrong with my brain?Don't come to learn painting if you have a bad brain!
Mad.

He thought it was the student who didn't want to tell him on purpose, just when he was going to continue to ask the second person.

Wen Bochang moved.

The obstruction that had been blocking his view moved away.

He couldn't wait to look at it, and when he saw the lines of calligraphy written in black ink flamboyantly under the pine tree, he was stunned.

It's not that the classmate didn't want to tell him, but Li Xiaobai didn't have an inscription at all, but wrote a poem instead.

His hand holding the mobile phone to broadcast live to the students dropped uncontrollably.

In an instant.

The live broadcast screen changed from poems and ink paintings to bluestones and weeds.

Those students who were holding their mobile phones against the cold wind to watch the live broadcast suddenly felt ill. They finally waited until Wen Bochang was not there to block the camera to see what Li Xiaobai had written on the painting, but they hadn’t finished watching it yet. The live broadcast The screen switches.

what!

It's still suspenseful!
The students who watched the live broadcast were all inexplicable.

"What's the situation? Did the quick-sighted students see clearly what Li Xiaobai wrote?"

"I couldn't see clearly. At first, Senior Brother Wen was blocking the camera. Later, Senior Brother Wen left the camera and panicked. The picture was too blurry to see clearly. When the camera stopped shaking, the picture was cut directly."

"So what exactly did Li Xiaobai write?"

"Wait a minute, I've finished writing anyway, maybe the live footage will be restored soon."

"Fuck! I really regret why I didn't come to Songshan sooner. In fact, it's very good to come here to watch the sunrise. Why sleep late in the dormitory!"

"Me too, I'm so sorry, I couldn't see anything when I came too late, I'm so angry!"

"Ahhhh!"

"..."

As the live broadcast screen switched, the students watching the live broadcast would smash their phones in anger.

Just seeing the key point, you can cut the screen for me, if it is really not possible, we can become a member!

For a moment, he was so aggrieved that he exploded.

But before making them wait any longer, Wen Bochang's voice came:

"The pines on Tingting Mountain, the wind in the rustling valley. How strong is the sound of the wind, how strong are the pine branches!..."

Liu Zhen came on stage.

Liu Zhen's reputation among poets is not as great as that of Li Bai and Du Fu, and he was not born in the Tang Dynasty, when the poetry culture was the most prosperous.But his poems are vigorous and upright, and they are extraordinary.Cao Pi said that "the one who is good at five-character poems is absolutely wonderful".His representative work "Gift to Congdi" has three poems in total, and this one is the second.

There are many poems about pine trees. The reason Li Xiaobai chose this one is because this poem seems to chant things, but it is actually a statement of ambition. It uses the strength of green pine to express the steadfastness of ambition.

It also meant a rejection of Wen Bochang's persuasion to transfer him to another hospital.

What's more, this poem is most suitable for the painting drawn by Wen Bochang.

Wen Bochang's voice is not loud, nor is it brewed in advance, nor is it as eloquent as a recitator.

But at this moment, his voice seemed to be full of power in the ears of the students.

Wen Bochang's voice is all the expression and expression of his state of mind at the moment:

"Frost is miserable, but he is always upright all year round. Don't you suffer from freezing cold? Pines and cypresses have their own nature."

Wen Bochang recited the entire poem.

on site.

It was already dead quiet.

Everyone can feel the artistic conception and magnificence of this poem, subconsciously savoring the forty characters in the poem.

moment.

The hot spots seem to have walked into the poem, and they vaguely saw the tall and straight pine tree on the high mountain described in the poem, swaying tall and straight against the howling wind in the valley!
The wind in the valley is so violent, so violent, and the pine branches are so strong!so tenacious.Let it be full of frost and miserable, the waist of the pine tree is upright all year round.

Huanhuan.

Some blinked.

How can you step into the poem to watch the pine trees? Isn't the pine tree depicted in the poem right in front of you!
The students' eyes widened, their pupils were constricting, and their eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

The students in the distance who couldn't see what was going on inside were already full of astonishment and shock. Although they couldn't see the original appearance of the poem, just listening to Wen Bochang's recitation, the poem popped up in their minds instantly. The picture depicted in .

Because that picture is right in front of you.

This is a perfect poem that ordinary people can instantly feel the artistic conception.

And in the center of the field.

Those students who surrounded several floors could even witness the birth process of this poem from scratch.

From a blank drawing paper, to the appearance of a master-level ink painting, to the birth of an ancient poem that amazed the audience.

At this moment, this painting is no longer a simple ink painting of pine trees.

This is the perfect combination of painting and poetry, and the fusion and collision of cultures.

Professor Liu stood there, looking at Li Xiaobai.

He really wanted to know if his husband, Hu Dingjun, could compose such a suitable and satisfying poem on the spot.

I'm afraid not.

Because his poetry ability is not enough.

Professor Liu felt that his husband Hu Dingjun's poetry talent was not as good as Li Xiaobai's to some extent.

At least, he couldn't write such a poem in such a short period of time.

Of course, only poetry.

on site.

Apart from the whistling of the wind, everything is quiet.

Some of the students in front came back to their senses and immediately picked up their phones, but to his disappointment, the live broadcast did not resume.

However, when he saw the dense barrage on the live broadcast screen, his depressed mood because he couldn't see the poem suddenly disappeared and no longer existed.

"What's the situation? Why hasn't the picture recovered? Are you going to let me kill you from the dormitory to Songshan?"

"Can any of the students at the scene tell me what's going on now? What exactly did Li Xiaobai write? Why is there no sound in the live broadcast, only the damn picture!"

"Now I really want to get rid of all the weeds on Songshan Mountain. Looking at these few grasses makes me so upset."

"I can't stand it, put on clothes, go to Songshan, I still don't believe it, brothers wait for my good news."

"I'm going too, add me."

"Sisters together!"

"..."

There is no sound in the live broadcast. The student who started the live broadcast was worried that the wind would be too loud, which would affect the students watching the live broadcast to enjoy Wen Bochang's paintings, so he turned off the sound when the live broadcast started.

When drawing, you can have no sound, but when reading aloud, you can't even hear the sound.

In addition, the live broadcast screen still stayed on the bluestone and weeds, which caused those students who were not at the scene but watched the live broadcast in their dormitories or other places to look confused, not knowing what happened on the scene.

Seeing those students who didn't come to the scene waiting so hard, the student couldn't bear it, so he typed a message.

Student at the scene: "Students who are not at the scene, I am at the scene, and I can tell you very responsibly that Senior Li Xiaobai did not write an inscription on Senior Wen Bochang's painting."

Student not present: "No inscription? Impossible?"

Student at the scene: "Really, I take my reputation as a guarantee that there is really no inscription, just a poem inscribed on the spot."

Student not present: "Did you misunderstand 'just'!"

Student not present: "What poem?"

Student at the scene: "I don't know, I can't see it."

Student not present: "Then you say a hammer."

On-site student: "But I heard it."

Those students who were not at the scene and were staring at the bullet screen on their mobile phones wanted to hit someone. This person must have a serious mental illness.

What do you hear.

what!

Poems can also open their mouths to speak and read themselves out!

Are you sick?
Believe it or not, take off your underpants and put them on your head along the network cable!

Student not present: "Student, do you think you are very humorous?"

Student at the scene: "It's okay!"

How the hell did you return it? Those students who weren't there were completely furious.

Student at the scene: "Just now Senior Wen Bochang recited the poem written by Senior Li Xiaobai. I heard it, but I was on the periphery and couldn't see the original appearance of the poem."

Only then did the students who were not present understand what the student who sent them comments and exchanges meant. The meaning was very simple, that is, their ability to express needs to be improved.

next moment.

All the students who saw this comment got up and ran towards Songshan in panic.

The other students on the campus were stunned, watching the students passing by one after another, all running like crazy as if their butts were on fire.

It seems like the ass will explode if you slow down.

Someone stopped a student who was running wildly and asked, "What are you just doing?"

Is it possible that some supermarkets are engaging in big bargains?
The person who was caught said angrily: "Of course I went to Songshan to read the poem written by Senior Li Xiaobai."

After speaking, he ran away without looking back.

Li Xiaobai, Songshan, writing poetry...

These three words quickly spread in Beijing University.

……

art college.

Hu Dingjun was still puzzled!
Why hasn't Li Xiaobai come yet? In his impression, although this guy has a little slack lately, he is always on time for everything and will never be late.

But today, why hasn't it arrived yet.

How long has passed, almost two hours?
Hu Dingjun was anxiously waiting.

Originally, he asked Li Xiaobai to come to the school today. Several old professors in the school had a seminar to be held, and each professor could bring a student to attend.

The first thing Hu Dingjun thought of was Li Xiaobai, and then he called him last night and made an agreement in advance.

It seemed that the time was almost up, but the person hadn't come yet.

Nothing will happen, right?

Hu Dingjun suddenly became flustered. Just as he was about to call Li Xiaobai to ask what was going on, the phone in his office suddenly rang.

It was another professor in the school calling.

"What's the matter, Mr. Bai, it's not up yet!" Hu Dingjun thought he was here to urge him to go to the meeting room of the symposium.

On the other end of the phone, the grey-haired old professor said angrily, "What time is it, what's the matter with the symposium!"

Hu Dingjun was stunned: "What's wrong?"

The professor on the other end of the phone gasped after finishing speaking: "That precious student of yours is now hanging out with people from the Academy of Fine Arts on Songshan Mountain, and wrote a poem for a Chinese painting drawn by Wen Bochang."

Poetry!

Hu Dingjun immediately understood why Li Xiaobai hadn't come for so long, it wasn't because he was late, but because he was stopped halfway and called away.

Art school.

Who called it is self-evident.

There is no one else except my wife.

Hey!
The backyard is on fire.

Hu Dingjun stammered, "What... what poem is it about?"

"How the hell do I know? I'm not at the scene, so hurry up and go to Songshan. No matter what, you must keep that poem. You can't let Wen Bochang take it away."

After speaking, the phone was hung up.

Hu Dingjun's head was blown.

Why are you writing poetry again?
Isn't it not long after I finished a painting!Why did you go to write poetry again?

You are free and have nothing to do, it hurts, right?
Hu Dingjun couldn't sit still any longer.

What a fart!If he waited any longer, the fire in the backyard would have burned him to death.

next moment.

A large number of students suddenly poured out of the building of the Faculty of Arts, and there were many teachers among the students.

All are moving towards Matsuyama's peace of mind.

There is a fire.

burning in the hearts of liberal arts students.

They just know.

The Academy of Fine Arts wants to grab what belongs to their Academy of Arts.

Defend the glory of the Academy of Arts! ... This is a message from all Aite members in the class group sent by all the tutors of the Faculty of Arts.

Hence this scene.

Those who didn't know, thought that some irresistible disaster happened to Beijing University, and all the teachers and students began to transfer for survival!

……

music Academy.

Vice President Zhou also received the news.

"There's a good show to watch."

Vice President Zhou calmly changed into festive clothes before slowly taking the elevator downstairs.

On the road, I saw many students from the Conservatory of Music running towards Songshan.

This inevitably caught Vice President Zhou by surprise.

He got the news from the dean of the Conservatory of Music.

The student who opened the live broadcast at the Academy of Fine Arts is a particularly thief. The live link is placed in the post bar of the Academy of Fine Arts. To log in to that post bar, a student ID is required, and students who are not students of the Academy of Fine Arts cannot log in at all.

Therefore, not many students from other colleges know about this matter, it can be said that there are very few.

It can be seen that there are quite a lot of students in the Conservatory of Music running towards Songshan!Even if a friend from the Academy of Fine Arts told me, it would be impossible to notify so many people in a few minutes!

Available in the next second.

Vice President Zhou understood immediately.

Because in the crowd, Vice President Zhou saw Jiang Susu, a student with a bad brain.

Immediately, Deputy Dean Zhou understood why so many students from the Conservatory of Music went to Songshan, because Jiang Susu, the department flower of the Conservatory of Music, was organizing it!
Hey!
You are just an artist signed by his company, so there is no need to work so hard!

I've never seen you treat me like this to your teacher before... Vice President Zhou suddenly felt that the daughter he raised was snatched away by Li Xiaobai, and he felt very distressed.

……

Art school.

art college.

music Academy.

Even the School of Foreign Languages, the School of Business, and the School of Communication have many students following suit.

A student from the School of Music looked at a friend from the School of Physical Education and asked, "Why are you going to Songshan!?"

The Institute of Physical Education has nothing to do with Li Xiaobai, right?

The man replied: "I don't know, but everyone is going, it seems a bit out of place for me not to go!"

After finishing speaking, the man rushed several meters away in an instant, leaving the songwriting student of the Conservatory of Music far away.

This student from the Conservatory of Music is all dumbfounded, why would he be out of place if he doesn't go!You don't even want to see how many people go to the Sports Academy.

……

Students from several colleges of Peking University are migrating towards Songshan.

Li Xiaobai didn't know about all this, neither did Wen Bochang and Professor Liu.

Even those students standing in the inner circle didn't know, because none of them looked at their mobile phones, and all their attention was attracted by the poem and painting.

Only the students who can't see what's going on inside will glance at their phones from time to time, hoping that the live broadcast will be restored.

It's a pity that the picture was not restored, but they saw the barrage that shocked them for a whole year.

"The Faculty of Arts must single out the Faculty of Fine Arts."

"The Faculty of Letters and the Faculty of Fine Arts are fighting, and the Faculty of Music is ready to end at any time."

……

"Brother Wen, this poem..."

Li Xiaobai pointed to the poem where the ink had dried.

"Junior Brother Xiaobai."

Wen Bochang rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "Well, can I discuss a poem with you."

Li Xiaobai said: "Say it."

Wen Bochang babbled and babbled for a long time, but couldn't say that sentence.

Don't have the face to say it!

Li Xiaobai is not an idiot, he can see what Wen Bochang means at a glance.

He regretted it.

To be precise, he fell in love with the poems he wrote.

He already guessed what Wen Bochang wanted to say but couldn't say: "Brother Wen likes this poem?"

Wen Bochang couldn't say anything, he just nodded.

Li Xiaobai smiled and said, "Then I'll see you off."

Wen Bochang finally said: "No, no, no, I can't accept this poem."

Although he is not a master of poetry, he also understands the value of this poem.

"Senior Brother Wen sent me a painting, and I will send Brother Wen a poem in return." Li Xiaobai pursed his lips and said, "But from this point of view, Senior Brother Wen still owes me a painting!"

"I'll bring it back to you."

Wen Bochang said it quickly, as if he was afraid that Li Xiaobai would go back on his word.

Immediately, I felt embarrassed again, so anxious!

Before the painting, he said boldly, saying that this painting was drawn by the senior brother and given to you.

After finishing the painting, he did indeed do so, but after reading the poem written by Li Xiaobai, Wen Bochang regretted it in his heart!

I can't wait to slap myself a few times.

Why is the mouth so fast!

Why not wait until the inscription is finished, and then talk about sending the painting.

it's good now.

I want to regret it, but... I can't say it.

But he likes this poem very much, and it is perfect when paired with his painting.

If Wen Bochang was asked to give up this poem, he would be reluctant.

I can only go back and make up for Junior Brother Xiaobai.

Wen Bochang stared at Li Xiaobai with burning eyes: "Junior Brother Xiaobai, what is the name of this poem?"

Li Xiaobai only wrote poems, and did not leave the name of the poem in the morning.

Li Xiaobai picked up the brush and swished two strokes.

"Brother Zhiwen!"

Wen Bochang was stunned.

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