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

Chapter 145 A Magpie Bridge Immortal

Yuan Xingcan looked at the handwriting on the rice paper for a long time, but didn't read it at all.

Maybe he was calming down, or maybe he was so shocked that he had nothing to say.

I'm in a hurry in the live broadcast, what the hell are you reading out?
At this moment, Du Yuanming could not wait to rush in, go back to nine years ago, and see with his own eyes what is written in the second half of the Queqiao Immortal?
"Heaven, do you want to mess with me like this? I said that you are the same, Mother Hai. When shooting, you don't just shoot at people, but you shoot at words?"

"That's right, I'm so anxious, what exactly is written in the lower part of this poem?"

In this regard, Lin Hai, who was also watching the live broadcast, smiled very proudly.

"I really like this poem. Anan gave me the manuscript of this poem."

After finishing speaking, Lin Hai couldn't help but quit the live broadcast page and opened his phone photo album.

In the album, he found a photo.This photo is the manuscript of the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal".

It was framed by him with the best master, and now it is placed at home.

Lin Hai already had plans for this manuscript.

After the construction of Anan's personal museum is completed, he will put this manuscript in it.

Now, no one should bother him,

Just let him stay here for a while!Because this is where Anan taught at the beginning.

……

Finally, Yuan Xingcan came back to his senses, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and finally he gave Liu Nan a dull look, and then read out the next part of the poem.

"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, bear to look at Queqiao's return road. If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening."

The faint voice has made countless people addicted to it.What a beautiful word this is, what a shocking word this is!
After drinking, Liu Nan won the title of Poetry Immortal.

But now, when will the water melody song head Mingyue come, and with this Song of Magpie Bridge Immortal, Liu Nan is afraid that he will have the title of a word god again.

There is nothing wrong with this. Liu Nan's words and poems are all crazy.

Especially the last sentence of this poem, if the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the same day and night.

Just such a sentence has shocked countless people who wrote poetry.

It exists like a quatrain through the ages!
……

Mo Shaogu is a poet, and he is also a poet of modern poetry.

What he admired the most, to be honest, was Meng Lingchuan.

He also admires Liu Nan, but Liu Nan has only written one modern poem.

Although his modern poem is amazing, Mo Shaogu still doesn't admire it too much.Moreover, he is a person who writes love.

He often said that about himself, the big man's love poet, he is definitely one of them.

Of course, only in modern poetry.

However, today he saw the live broadcast.When he saw Liu Nan, he wrote a poem called Magpie Bridge Immortal.

At this moment, Mo Shaogu was dumbfounded, he stared blankly at the live broadcast, and blankly recalled the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" that Yuan Xingcan had just recited.

At this moment, he stared blankly at the close-up of the poem in the live broadcast room.

"If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening?

Hehehehe, ridiculous!How ridiculous, how shameful!
In my whole life, I am proud of myself, and I am a masterpiece of contemporary love writing.But now I think that the love I have written all my life is not worth Liu Nan's two loves.

You, Liu Nan, just used one line of a poem to shatter the pride of my life, Mo Shaogu!

Hahaha it's ridiculous, I'm so ridiculous, it's just a joke.From now on, I, Mo Shaogu, will never write about love again! "

After finishing speaking, Mo Shaogu overturned all the manuscripts and drafts on his desk in despair.

Then he called his son.

"Take all these things out of the yard and burn them for me. Remember to burn them to ashes, and don't let them stay at all."

Mo Shaogu's son stared blankly at his father, unable to react for a while.

"Did you hear me?"

Mo Fang woke up all of a sudden, and then looked at his father anxiously.

"Dad, this is the painstaking effort of your whole life, why do you say it burned?
You didn't say this "Riverside" yourself. Is this the best poem you've ever written in your life? "

In his life, Mo Fang admired his father the most.

So at this moment, he couldn't understand it at all.

And Mo Shaogu, after hearing what his son said, snatched the riverside manuscript that he was very proud of and loved.

Afterwards, under the shocked and incredible eyes of his son, he directly tore the manuscript into pieces.

"Dad, are you crazy, what are you doing?"

Mo Shaogu had a desolate expression: "Proud? Hehehe, I should be proud. I am so proud that I don't know the heights of heaven and earth!

Proud of yourself, those contemporary love poets have been bluffing and deceiving for so many years?

Hehehe what the fuck is poetry, what the fuck is the poet?
It's all fake, all the shit is fake.If I had written this poem about Magpie Bridge Immortal, I would be willing to die immediately.

Hurry up and burn all these things, I'm upset just looking at them. "

Mo Fang is already stupid, his father must be crazy.

"Crazy, crazy, how did this happen? Also, what is this Magpie Bridge Immortal?"

When he turned to leave the study with his things in his arms, his father's slightly desolate and hoarse voice sounded from behind him.

"Xianyun makes a coincidence, flying stars spread hatred, Yin Han is dark and dark. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless people in the world.

The tenderness is like water, and the good times are like dreams. If the two feelings are long, how can they be in the sky?

Hehehe, Liu Nan, Liu Nan, if you don't die, how many literati will be rubbed under your feet?
Fortunately, you are dead, and lucky to have you!

I, Mo Shaogu, can't compare to this Magpie Bridge Immortal in my life.

Even if you write a million words, you will lose to your Liu Nan's dozens of articles! "

After Mo Fang heard his father's words, his leaving figure paused.

Is this the Fairy Magpie Bridge? ? ?

Liu Nan's new work?
It's really great, no wonder my father was hit.

……

At this moment, Ye Weidao also sighed in shock. He subconsciously picked up the purple sand teapot, took a sip of tea and calmed down.

"What a Liu Nan, if he doesn't die, he will be the dazzling sun in the Han literary world, and no one can hold a candle to him.

A magpie bridge fairy, the pinnacle of human love.

From then on, no one in this kind of poetry, the poets in the Han literary world, had the courage to write about love for at least 20 years.

Because you can't get around this Magpie Bridge Fairy, and you can't surpass it either.Unless, he, Liu Nan, writes it himself! "

After finishing speaking, Ye Weidao put down the purple sand teapot, and couldn't help but look at the young and dazzling Liu Nan in amazement.

To be honest, at this moment, Ye Weidao really wanted to travel back to nine years ago, take Lin Hai's place, and follow such a character who was like an exile.

This Liu Nan, all his friends, will follow him forever.

From now on, just mention Liu Nan, the god of poetry and poetry.

It must be inseparable from his friends.

……

"Dear sisters, do you see that I like this man."

Cui Ying is watching the live broadcast with some of her friends tonight.

How should I put it, as someone in the direct line of the Cui family, Cui Ying's friends are not easy.

There are also many people who are Sui Ying's suitors.

When she said she liked a guy, some of the men jumped at her right away.

However, when he saw Liu Nan in the live broadcast room, he didn't know what to say.

"What a magpie bridge fairy, what a sentence, if the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening!
This man is really good at it, his romance seems to be engraved in his bones.

This poem, I dare say that it is the first-rate existence in ancient and modern times. "

Seeing the way Cui Ying's eyes were shining, some people who admired her also looked at her helplessly.

"Miss Cui, we don't deny that Liu Nan is talented.

But he is dead. "

Cui Ying's eyes dimmed for a moment, this is also the most helpless and regrettable place.

Why did such a person leave so early?
Obviously at this age, he is still at a peerless age, why did he just leave like this?

If Liu Nan is still alive, Cui Ying can definitely tell everyone that she is going to chase this man, even if she is a child, she is happy, and her family has nothing to say.

"Forget it, I suddenly feel boring, continue watching the live broadcast!"

……

"Brothers and sisters in the live broadcast room, I can't find the words to praise Liu Nan now, what should I do?
I think any compliment is appropriate for him.Tonight's "Magpie Bridge Immortal", do you like it? "

"Can you not like it? My girlfriend cried when she saw this poem."

"Uh, I don't like it, I'm on vacation today!
As a result, in the student group at night, our Chinese teacher directly posted a new homework.

At home, I have to memorize the poem "Magpie Bridge Immortal". Next Monday, I will directly test Liu Nan, a big villain, and how I feel about writing this poem.Woohoo, I hate him to death, my vacation! "

"Pfft, kid in front, although what you said is bleak, why do I still want to laugh?"

……

The disturbance in the live broadcast room did not bother people like Liu Nan nine years ago.

At this moment, Lin Hai also put down the camera and walked into the screen.

. "A'nan, your poem...I like it so much!"

Liu Nan raised his head and glanced at Lin Hai. He found that Lin Hai was staring at the newly written words.

"Does Brother Hai like it? Then I'll give it to you, and treat it as a gift from me.

I also hope that in the future, Brother Hai, you can find a girl who can make you feel that you are not in the day and night.

At that time, this manuscript might still be a marriage proposal gift! "

After finishing speaking, Liu Nan picked up the manuscript directly.

"My God, Brother Nan, why don't you give it to me?"

Yuan Xingcan is in a hurry, he wants it too!Although he does not write or write poetry, he is also engaged in art, okay?

He can still see how good this poem is.

Therefore, it is subconsciously wanting at this moment.But after finishing speaking, Yuan Xingcan reacted.

"Ahem, I'm out of mouth, I just said that subconsciously. Brother Hai, don't mind, I won't fight with you."

Lin Hai was not polite either, he didn't care about Yuan Xingcan at all, and just took the manuscript of Liu Nan's Magpie Bridge Immortal.

The audience in the live broadcast room exploded in an instant.

"Damn it, this is Liu Nan's manuscript! Everyone, do you think this manuscript is worth anything?"

"Hehe, is it worth it?? Delete the word "?" and add the word "very" in front of it.

Mr. Liu Nan's manuscripts, let's put it this way, are now invaluable.

Because of his manuscript, the outside world has basically never leaked it.

Let’s estimate based on the level of the Three Poems of the Yellow Crane Tower. I’m sure that if Mother Hai wants to sell this manuscript of the Magpie Bridge Immortal, I’m willing to pay 5000 million yuan for collection. "

"Hehe, I'm really thinking too much, you can only collect 5000 million to be a ghost?

If you get it and give it to me, I will pay [-] million. "

"All right, all right, stop arguing. Is it enough for me to pay 100 billion? If it's not enough, add another [-] billion. If it's enough, I didn't say anything."

"Fuck your sister, we're having a serious discussion, and you're so uncomfortable running over here!"

"It is indeed valuable, and this song of Magpie Bridge Immortal is definitely a classic among classics.

In my opinion, it is as classic as Shui Tiao Ge Tou.

One has been written as the number one Mid-autumn poem through the ages, and this poem, I dare say, is the top-notch poem about love in ancient and modern times.

Do you know, Mingyue Tower, I heard that there are five hundred million manuscripts for Qiushui tune song head.

Although this manuscript is not worth so much, it is definitely a lot.

I don't think the [-] million that brother said just now is an exaggeration.

It is because Liu Nan's manuscripts are too few, and he is too talented.

Now in our industry, Mr. Liu Nan has been called the number one talented man in the Han Dynasty. "

"Wang Qinlan: I don't recognize him as the number one talented man, but I am, because I can copy and paste."

"My God, you really deserve to be Immortal Liu Dashi."

……

The live broadcast is still going on, so let's not go too far.

At this moment, with a magpie bridge fairy, this scene has come to an end.

When the camera cuts and appears again, it is a new day.

This is the time for breakfast, a bowl of millet porridge, and some light side dishes.

While Liu Nan was having breakfast, Lin Hai suddenly ran over happily.

"Anan, great news hahaha, your life is valued by Caotang Publishing House.

And, I have already called to communicate.They intend to publish your novel.

Specifically, they want to ask you. "

Liu Nan raised his head and became happy too.

"Is that so? That's really great. Specifically, Brother Hai, you can connect with them. The only thing is, my news is not allowed to appear."

Lin Hai understood what Liu Nan meant, he didn't want to be famous again, even if the terminal illness had a great possibility of being cured, Liu Nan didn't want to be famous anymore.

So, that's what he asked for.

Lin Hai nodded: "Don't worry, I know how to do it.

Any news from you, I will let them hide.

By the way, Anan, it will be your last treatment in one week.you……"

Speaking of this, the atmosphere at the dinner table fell silent.

Yes, it has been nearly two months since the treatment, and the last treatment is over.

However, Li Chunyang also said that this last time is the most dangerous.Once you can't make it through, something may happen.

So, now that Lin Hai can't sleep all night, he is really anxious!

Liu Nan was very relaxed, and served Lin Hai a bowl of millet porridge with a smile.

"Brother Hai, don't think so much, okay? Life and death depend on fate, wealth and honor, so worrying is useless. Eat well and look forward to this day.

If it can be cured well, that is my fate, if not, it is my fate. "

Although Liu Nan said so, Lin Hai still couldn't feel relieved, and couldn't cheer up even eating.

(End of this chapter)