Live black all over the Internet: After death, you make me a legend

Chapter 118

"I want to take the wind to go back, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold at the heights."

In a deep, trance-like voice, it sounded in Mingyue Tower.

At this moment, everyone in Mingyue Tower recorded by the camera seemed to be attracted and shocked by the first Mid-Autumn Festival song in the ages, and everyone subconsciously gathered around the lobby.

At this moment, all the guests in the boxes of Mingyue Building also walked out of the boxes and came to the corridor outside.

Quietly looking at the man in the Huo Qubing mask who was writing lyrics in the lobby downstairs, he was listening to the deep voice of the host of Mingyue Tower tonight.

The other party seems to have practiced, and the voice has a special charm.

At this moment, the water melody song that he recited has attracted everyone.

At this moment, someone subconsciously took out their mobile phone and started filming.

At this moment, there was no sound in the entire Mingyue Tower, for fear of disturbing the person who wrote the lyrics downstairs.

Even the people around him stopped their pens and began to admire with their eyes closed.

At this moment, the host's voice seemed to have traveled through time and space, like a legacy from the ancient times, from nine years ago to nine years later, it appeared in the ears of more than a billion viewers.

They seem to have followed this voice to nine years ago, to the scene, watching Liu Nan Wangqing's writing.

Looking at this masked man, he wrote this poem with a little madness, this is the first Mid-Autumn Festival poem in all ages.

At this moment, countless people saw the host speak again.

"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world?"

After finishing writing Shangyu, this first Mid-autumn Ci poem of all ages can be called a swan song just because of this Shangyu.

There is no other poem that can compare with this first half.

It is as if it should not appear in the world, it is ethereal, like a fairyland on earth.This half of the words can be said to be the pinnacle of writing.

These dozens of short words can be described as pearls of pearls, and every word is like a fairy.

If you don't read this poem, you don't understand the beauty of this Chinese character.

It's hard for you to imagine that the combination of these words is so beautiful.

But now, all the people in Mingyue Tower were staring blankly at Liu Nan.

At this moment, they were all shocked by the last poem.

"Who is this person?"

Someone said this softly, but the person next to him covered his mouth.

"Hush, don't make a sound, don't disturb this historic moment."

At this moment, everyone is waiting, even those who don't understand the words, are affected by the atmosphere at this moment, and then wait quietly, waiting for the second half of the words.

And Liu Nan will not let them down, not everyone.

Immediately afterwards, the host once again stared at the piece of paper in front of him.

Then, one after another, beautiful words appeared on the paper.

At this moment, the screen in the live broadcast room suddenly switched.

"Well what's the situation?"

"Hey, did this screen switch? Did it switch to the screen recorded by Tiankui TV?"

It’s not wrong, the pen station made a screen switch, because when Tiankui TV station was recording, the equipment was better than Lin Hai’s, so I made a camera pull-in, just in time to capture the birth of these handwriting.

It can be said that at this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room are watching the appearance of each word.Seeing this scene, Qi Meifang burst into tears!
"This is the manuscript of the first Mid-autumn poem in the ages, and this is what I have in mind.

I have been chasing it for nearly ten years, ten years, do you know how I lived these ten years?
I even think that if I can't take a look at this manuscript with my own eyes, I will die with regret! "

With an obsessive and crazy look, Qi Meifang looked at the screen in the live broadcast room, and saw a beautiful and slightly chic word appear.

This is no longer a manuscript, this is already a work of art.

It can be said that this manuscript is definitely worth a lot if it is taken out now.

This manuscript has now entered the eyes of many people.

Dou Ying is also watching the live broadcast tonight, and he is also witnessing the birth of the first Mid-Autumn Ci poem in the ages.

Seeing this scene, Dou Ying suddenly had some insights.

"Sure enough, literati are so awesome.

This manuscript, I'm sure is absolutely priceless.

If it is taken down, I am afraid that after a hundred years, this manuscript will become my national treasure. "

It has to be said that Dou Ying's heart was moved at this moment, and he wanted to take down this manuscript.

Poet fairy Liu Nan wrote it himself, when did Mingyue have the original manuscript of the first Mid-autumn lyric song in the ages!
But, don't discuss all of this too much, it's too vulgar to say this at this moment.

At this moment, let us quietly appreciate the second half of the peak of this poem.

Generally speaking, if the upper column of a poem can become a god, then the lower column will probably decline.

But this poem, Xia Que is even more interesting.

"Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, a low-pitched household, and sleepless nights. There should be no hatred. Why do you want to go farewell?"

People have sorrows and sorrows and joys, and moons have yin and qing, which is difficult to complete.

Nung, moon and new moon. "

In one go, without any pause, it can be said to be smooth and flowing!
At this moment, the entire Mingyue Building could hear the needle drop, the real needle drop could be heard.

Everyone has finished listening to this poem, this Mid-Autumn Festival poem, this poem that shocked them and reminded them of the rest of their lives.

This poem also made Mr. Zhang Zhihe, a great master of Chinese literature, say, when will Mingyue come out, and the rest will be destroyed.

Today, this word was born in front of everyone.

Cui Ying, the girl from Cui's family, has her eyes dimmed, staring at the masked Liu Nan ten years ago.

At this moment, there is only one sentence in her heart, that is, I fell in love with this deceased Mr. Liu Nan!

At this moment, no one spoke in Mingyue Building.

At this moment, the live broadcast screen in the live broadcast room switched back again.

However, no one cares about this.At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room felt as if their hearts had been baptized.

"Honestly, I'm at a loss for words right now.

All I know is that the live broadcast tonight will definitely be collected by the state.

It will be preserved for the next ten years, one hundred years, and one thousand years.

Because this is the picture of the birth of the first Mid-Autumn Ci poem in the ages.

This first word can be said to be unprecedented, and there may be no one to come after.

It is impossible for anyone to surpass him. "

"At this moment, I thought of the night at the Yellow Crane Tower, the birth scene of Jiang Jinjiu, the two are so similar!"

"As soon as the bright moon rises, the rest will be destroyed, I agree with this statement.

Mid-Autumn Festival, there will be no more words.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, I am afraid that this poem will once again dominate the entire Mid-Autumn Festival. "

"This is my big man's treasure, I hope it must be well preserved!"

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. I really watched the live broadcast on my knees."

"I don't want to say anything now, I just want to say, I fell in love with a dead person, what should I do?"

"I have to say that girls have no resistance to Mr. Liu Nan.

I think, I fell in love with him too!From now on, I'm afraid that other men won't be able to catch my eyes! "

……

……

"That was nine years ago, and this year's Mid-Autumn Festival was the biggest regret in my life.

Because I want to discuss a business, I said that I didn't go to my Mingyue Tower during the Mid-Autumn Festival this year.

Therefore, I missed something that I have regretted for the rest of my life, that is, when did Mingyue, the songwriter of Water Tune, have the manuscript of this poem.

Back then, I had just finished talking about business and rushed home when a phone call came.

The manager of Mingyue Tower called me and told me that a mysterious person appeared in Mingyue Tower and wrote a Mid-Autumn Festival poem. They no longer know how to judge it.

At that time, I didn't pay much attention to it, so I let them talk about it.

As a result, a video was sent from Mingyue Tower.

At that time, after watching this video, I hurried to Mingyue Tower.

And when I passed by, the manager passed me and the other party had already left, and also took the manuscript of this poem.

At that time, I just felt distressed and couldn't breathe.

So, immediately I asked my people to investigate this person.

It's a pity, a pity, the other party is wearing a mask, so there is no way to investigate.

In addition, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there were people wearing masks everywhere in Fufeng, so I finally missed this manuscript.

But I am not reconciled, I have never given up all these years, and I want to know who wrote this poem.

However, this person is like a banished fairy from the sky, just like descending from the moon palace, he disappeared without a trace.

For this reason, I have regretted for so many years, and I have also regretted for so many years! "

With tears in her eyes, Qi Meifang whispered a few words.

At this moment, he no longer wants to watch the live broadcast.

Because at this moment, he no longer wants to recall the regrets of the year.

……

The live broadcast is still going on, and the seventh live broadcast tonight has just begun.

And Liu Nan, who finished writing this poem, rolled up the manuscript when everyone was in a daze, and then directly pulled Li Jianxue, who was still in a daze, to leave.

But at this time, as the host of Mingyue Tower, he hurriedly shouted.

"Great God, can you sell the manuscript to Mingyue Tower? I can decide to buy this manuscript for 100 million yuan."

The host's voice, along with the microphone, spread to the entire Mingyue Building.

All of a sudden, these people came back to their senses.

Good guy, 100 million is just for such a pair of handwritten books, which would surprise anyone.

After all, 100 million is not a small amount of money!
"I won't sell it, I'm leaving!"

Liu Nan's slightly hoarse voice came, and then the camera quickly shifted.

Lin Hai and Lu Xunhuan also left in a hurry.

The shooting of the camera followed Liu Nan completely, so the camera left Mingyue Tower very quickly, and some people appeared outside again.

Obviously, at this time, Lu Xunhuan and Li Jianxue hadn't recovered from their senses, and were so shocked by Liu Nan's Mid-Autumn Festival poem just now that they had nothing to say.

"Brother Liu Nan, you...was I dreaming just now?"

In the camera, it is obvious that Li Jianxue's eyes on Liu Nan have changed, and it is no longer the previous look with a little affection.

Obviously, at this time, Li Jianxue had completely admired and fallen in love with Liu Nan, a patient.

Although I know that Liu Nan's time may be running out, because her father is not sure that Liu Nan can be treated well.

However, sometimes love is really crazy.

So, if you fall in love, you really fall in love.

The audience in the live broadcast room had already clearly felt the change in Li Jianxue's attitude.

However, I didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

I'm a fucking man who was fascinated by Liu Nan just now, let alone a woman.

At this moment, in the studio, countless girls were expressing their love for Liu Nan who passed away.

"Seeing Sister Xue, treat it as a dream.

Let's go back, tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, you should go back and eat mooncakes with Dr. Li! "

Liu Nan coughed a few times, his voice somewhat hoarse.

At this moment, Lu Xunhuan also came over and looked at Liu Nan carefully.

"What the hell, Liu Nan, are you still human?
This Mid-Autumn Festival poem, I dare say it can be the first in all ages.

I, Lu, also think that I have some talents.But……"

Having said this, Lu Xunhuan couldn't continue.

At this moment, Lin Hai, who was carrying the camera, spoke. Although the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't see his expression, they could understand his pride.

"Hehe, isn't this normal? A few months ago, my family, Anan, wrote a few poems. I'll show them to you when I have a chance."

"and also??"

Come on, I don't know what to say anymore, the real Lu Xunhuan looked at the masked Liu Nan in amazement.

"Sure enough, it wasn't for nothing that you became my favorite singer back then.

Damn it, tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, I, Lu Xunhuan, can remember it for the rest of my life.

Even at the age of 80, when I recall this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, I will say that this is the most unforgettable Mid-Autumn Festival for me. "

Several people left here while talking, and first sent Li Jianxue home.

Afterwards, the three of them returned to their home.

At this time, Lu Xunhuan couldn't fall asleep at all, so he planned to drink and chat with Liu Nan and the others.

"A'nan, I'm going to prepare the appetizers. You prepare the wine. How about we have two drinks tonight? I'm so excited that I really can't sleep."

It was obvious that Lu Xunhuan hadn't come out of the Mingyue Tower Mid-Autumn Festival just now.

"Okay, then go and prepare, I have prepared two bottles of good wine, let's have a good drink tonight."

The camera turned and soon came to the dinner table.

At this moment, Lu Xunhuan, Liu Nan, and Lin Hai have already set up a table of appetizers and two bottles of good wine.

"A'nan, I respect you for this first glass of wine. Tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, you wrote a poem, a famous Mid-Autumn Festival poem that has been passed down through the ages."

Liu Nan laughed: "It's nothing, let's drink."

"Okay, let's have a drink, and Brother Hai."

"Dry!"

After drinking a glass of wine, Lu Xunhuan looked at Liu Nan again.

"Anan, I'm going to go abroad in two days.

This glass of wine may also be regarded as my parting wine.

At that time, we brothers will be separated from each other, and I wish that your illness will be cured. "

Liu Nan is also not polite, recently he has been drinking a lot of wine every day to suppress the pain in his body.

"Okay, I will borrow your good words and wish you well, and then you will make a fortune in Hollywood.

When the time comes, don't forget to ask me to write the script for you. "

Lu Xunhuan's eyes turned red: "Don't worry, there will be such a day, and I will definitely ask you to be my exclusive screenwriter.

By the way, I'm a little curious, why don't you explain why the media is so slandering you?

Have you seen the news today? This Zhao Wei is talking about you in the media again.

Moreover, using this incident to hype, now this stinky woman has made herself a huge victim.

Moreover, he has become a member of feminist rights, and propagates everywhere that women should have zero tolerance for people like you. "

(End of this chapter)