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Chapter 560 Every word of yours is a poem to me (third update, please subscribe)

"Hey, Master Lin Xuan, are you going back to China?"

"Mr. Lin, don't you want to stop admiring the romantic France?"

"Brother Xuan, can I accept a short interview?"

"Master Lin Xuan, can you answer a few simple questions for me?"

"Mr. Lin, when did you and Ms. Ye meet?"

"Mr. Lin, have other royal families invited you?"

"..."

As time passed, the media reporters following them could no longer bear the loneliness. Many people rushed up in their cars, some even stuck their heads out of the window, or stood on the roof of the car, facing Lin Xuanda regardless of the danger. call.

"These people, don't die!"

Ye Youlei frowned, wanting to get mad.

Lin Xuan shook his head to stop Ye Youlei's movement, opened the car window, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your support. Since everyone is so enthusiastic about me, I will reveal my next itinerary. Before coming to France , I agreed to the invitation of Master Reps, so now I am invited to the manor of Master German Reps."

Hear Lin Xuan's words.

moment.

There was a commotion at the scene.

Lin Xuan and Reps are going to meet?

These are the two top existences in the piano world today. The meeting of the two of them is definitely heavy news.The eyes of the media reporters immediately lit up. It seems that this time they did not follow in vain and got such a big news.

There are many reporters who are forced to start publishing press releases.

In this day and age, time is money!Publish news one second earlier, and get traffic one second earlier!
Lin Xuan didn't lie to the reporters. He had promised Reps last year that he would visit Reps when he came to Europe to attend the royal banquet.

Just two hours ago, Reps contacted him again and invited him to the manor for a gathering.And said there was an agreement between them.

Lin Xuan immediately remembered what this agreement was: Reps said last year that he had a new inspiration in music, and if he could beat the other party's inspiration, Reps would give him a manor!
Although Lin Xuan didn't know what Reps' inspiration was.

But in his view, the manor is already his own.

For the sake of the manor, he had to go see Reps anyway!
At this time, another reporter shouted outside: "Master Lin Xuan, if you are going to meet Master Reps in Germany, you have to go north on Airport Road. Now your driver seems to be driving the wrong way, isn't it On the way to the airport."

An inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth: "Sir, thank you for your reminder. We did not go the wrong way, because I decided to drive directly to Mr. Reps' manor from here."

"What? Just drive there?"

"Am I right?"

"I'll go, the road is thousands of kilometers long."

"What is Lin Xuan doing? Asking for abuse?"

"That's right, if you don't have a plane, would you rather take a car?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the reporters began to discuss, with surprise in their voices, not sure why Lin Xuan would do this.

Lin Xuan had already expected the reaction of the reporters.

He simply opened the sunroof, sat on the roof of the car, pointed to the beautiful scenery around him and said, "I don't take a plane because if I take a plane, I will miss countless beautiful scenery on the roadside. What a pity that is." This is my first time in Europe, so I would like to stay here a little longer. In this June, try to spend every minute and every second to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the road. Only in this way can I not Missed many wonderful moments in life."

"Wow."

There was an exclamation.

A reporter shouted: "Mr. Lin, what you said is really good. Could it be that your poem "Life is like a Summer Flower" was inspired by your daily life and then written?"

Lin Xuan gave a thumbs up: "That's right! In fact, there is no lack of beauty in our life, but a pair of eyes that are good at discovering."

There is no lack of beauty in life, but the lack of eyes to discover beauty?

This is one place.

The reporters suddenly became restless again.

"My God, this sentence is so beautiful."

"Mr. Lin's literary attainments are really profound."

"Export it into poetry, this is it!"

"Love, love."

"..."

Some reporters who followed couldn't bear to turn on the machine and pointed at Lin Xuan to shoot.

Many people clicked and clicked to take pictures.

With their professional sensitivity, they don't want to miss any move or word of Lin Xuan, because they may become news.

Lin Xuan looked at the excited reporter with an inexplicable gleam in his eyes.

Hooked!
These reporters were indeed led step by step into the trap he designed.Next, let's start his performance!

He smiled slightly and continued to talk eloquently: "Look, as long as we calm down and appreciate nature, beauty is everywhere. Every grass, every leaf, every small animal, even what you say Every sentence can be a poem for me."

Lin Xuan's eyes showed yearning, and he looked at the gorgeous scenery in front of him.

at this time.

A reporter in The Times' attire shouted: "Mr Lin, since everything we say can be a poem to you, can you write a poem if I say anything casually?" ?”

As soon as this person finished speaking, the faces of many reporters changed slightly.

Because these words are obviously provocative and malicious.

Especially the reporters from Huaxia, their faces became gloomy. They are more worthy of the virtues of Times reporters than others. These guys just caught the loophole in Lin Xuan's words just now, and then prepared to embarrass Lin Xuan.

However, they didn't know that Lin Xuan almost applauded loudly at this moment.

He was thinking about how to get these reporters to take the initiative to criticize, but someone came to his door.

"Brother Xuan, don't..."

They were about to remind Lin Xuan.

Then Lin Xuan glanced at the reporter lightly, and said with a light smile, "Why don't you give it a try?"

His voice was not loud, but it instantly silenced the scene.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, thinking that their ears had heard wrong.

isn't it?
Lin Xuan really agreed?
Is this... doable?

God knows what difficult things this reporter will say!
If Lin Xuan agreed to what he said next, but failed to do so, I am afraid that the prestige in the literary world that he managed to establish yesterday will collapse in an instant, and he will be called arrogance and arrogance.

The Times reporter was also stunned, but immediately became excited and said: "Mr. Lin, yesterday you wrote the poem "Life is Like a Summer Flower", and I feel it is beautiful from the bottom of my heart. At the end of life, the good times are over, so how should we use poetry to express emotion?"

I have to say, what this reporter said was very tricky!
Yesterday, Lin Xuan just wrote positive poems that bloom brilliantly even if life is short.Today the reporter asked him to write poems after his life time is over.

It can be said that the two are completely opposite to each other.

Generally speaking, the passage of time represents the disappearance of life, decadence and sinking... If Lin Xuan writes poetry from this aspect, I am afraid it is easy to fall into the trap of reporters: yesterday you were praising life, today you become Decadent?Is your will so unstable?Or do you have no beliefs of your own at all?
At that time, as long as the reporter uses his pen a little bit, Lin Xuan will be scolded by western netizens, especially literati who have no good intentions for Lin Xuan.

"Made, Western journalists really don't have a good thing."

Ye Youlei cursed angrily.

Even Ye Tingyu frowned.

The place fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone stared at Lin Xuan closely, wanting to see how he would respond.

Lin Xuan still had a faint smile on his face: "When the time is over, how should we face it?"

The Times reporter nodded: "That's right!"

"Ha ha."

Lin Xuan smiled, his expression suddenly became serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Listen up!"

His finger pointed to the scenery beside him, his voice rippling in the air: "Since you said so, then I will name this poem "When Time Gone"."

"If time passes,
The birds no longer sing,

The wind is tired too,

Then cover me with a thick veil of darkness,

As at dusk you wrap the earth in a quilt of sleep,
Gently close the petals of the water lily. "

Lin Xuan's magnetic voice resounded in the open world.

The beautiful words, dancing in the air like elves, penetrated into everyone's heart.

Just a few lines of poetry.

Many people have already started to widen their eyes.

Really... wrote it out?
But at this moment, it was too late for everyone to be shocked, because Lin Xuan was still standing on the roof of the car, looking far away, and his voice was clear:
"The journey is not over, the bag is empty,

Clothes are torn and stained, people are exhausted.

You drive away the shame and embarrassment of travelers,

make him under the night of your mercy,

Rejuvenate like a flower.

Waking up under your loving night. "

"When Time Gone" by Tagore!
Lin Xuan didn't expect that when he was sleepy, someone would give him a pillow.

The reporter actually happened to bump into the muzzle of his gun and delivered such a good material.

Perhaps this reporter never dreamed that when Tagore wrote "Life is Like a Summer Flower", he also wrote the classic "When Time Is Gone".

When is time gone?Just leave the good here.

We don't need to be decadent, we don't need to be low, we can still keep our last beauty in the world, let others glow with vitality and grow under our last love.

Lin Xuan's voice was clear and clear, and every line of poetry came out of his mouth like this, and spread to everyone's ears.

sluggish.

dumbfounded.

Everyone just stared blankly at Lin Xuan who was sitting on the roof of the car reciting poems, and their brains almost went blank.

Can't believe it.

unimaginable.

In less than a minute, Lin Xuan actually uttered a poem, and judging by each of them, the quality of this poem seems to be no worse than yesterday's "Life Like a Summer Flower". The poems are so beautiful, and every line of the poem makes their hearts tremble.

"This……"

"how could it be possible?"

"How on earth did he do it?"

"I'm going crazy!"

"..."

Lin Xuan wrote "Life Like Summer Flowers" last night. Although everyone thought he was improvising, at least he had a few minutes to think about it, right?

But today, Lin Xuan read this poem almost without thinking!
Is this guy still human?
Everyone's brains were buzzing, and they looked at Lin Xuan as if they had seen a ghost.

There was a lot of noise.

Obviously, everyone couldn't control the strong shock in their hearts.

I don't know how long it took.

Finally, another reporter swallowed his saliva and pointed to the sky casually: "Lin...Master Lin Xuan, if I just casually point to the sky like this, can you read a poem in such an empty sky?"

Snapped!
Lin Xuan snapped his fingers and blurted out: "There are no traces of birds left in the sky, but I have already flown."

moment!

The scene became dead silent.

Only the roar of the engine when in vehicle form.

Little did they know, it was just the beginning.

What happens next will subvert each of their perceptions!
(End of this chapter)