I went viral when I attended my ex-girlfriend's wedding

Chapter 267
The atmosphere is lit.

Everyone craned their necks to look again.

out of contradictory factors.

This is a real contest.

Rare in previous years.

Naturally not to be missed.

Zhang Xinlin didn't have any ink marks either.

I personally grabbed a note from the carton.

Expand the proposition again.

I saw the word "Qixi" written on it.

The problem of the second game seems to be revealed.

"Qixi Festival? I'll go. What a coincidence. It's a holiday proposition."

"First Mid-Autumn Festival, then Qixi Festival, haha, this game is a bit interesting."

"This proposition is difficult to say, and easy to say. Let's see how the three of them write it."

"Why do I feel that modern poetry has many entry points?"

"You can also consider Xiaowuyan, it will save you effort when you feel inspired."

Everyone took their roles.

They are all fantasizing about their own perspectives when creating.

a time.

Say anything.

When Wang Xi saw this proposition, his face immediately became happy.

I couldn't restrain the excitement in my heart.

This question really touched his current mind.

He himself has written modern poems about 'Qixi' before.

Not just one.

It just happened to be taken out and used.

It was seamless.

God finally helped himself.

He looked up to see if the other party was completely stupid.

But he found that this kid was still free to chat with Yu Lanxin.

He was furious again.

Row!
You kid can pretend!

Waiting for you to look good.

read this.

Wang Xi sneered.

Didn't even think about it.

Just put pen to paper and write.

He wants to return all the humiliation he has suffered.

Completely crush this guy.

Beside Wang Xi.

No one paid too much attention to Wang Zizhi.

He is thinking seriously.

I thought about it.

In the end, five-character quatrains were used.

After waiting for a while.

Just came the inspiration.

among the three.

At present, Lin Hao is the only one who has not written yet.

"What's going on, why hasn't he written yet?"

"Isn't it true that the previous song was copied?"

"Maybe."

"It's stuck, this is it."

"It seems that he is really not someone's opponent."

Seeing Lin Hao calmly talking to Yu Lanxin, he didn't move his pen.

Everyone naturally looked down on him.

There is no other reason to explain it.

"Haven't figured it out yet?" Yu Lanxin asked him.

"Think it over, it's all in my head." Lin Hao shook his head.

"Then you haven't started yet." Yu Lanxin asked curiously.

"Shouldn't I give them a chance to laugh?" Lin Hao said with a smile.

"It's such a time, you're still messing around." Yu Lanxin couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry.

Father Yu also walked over at this moment and looked at him worriedly, "Xiao Hao, don't worry, think slowly, there is still time."

"Don't worry, uncle."

Lin Hao nodded, then turned to Yu Lanxin and said, "I'll read it and you write it."

"it is good."

Yu Lanxin had already spread out the rice paper.

The brushes are also in hand.

Just wait for his words.

fidgety
Flying Stars
Yinhan's darkness
Jinfeng Yulu met

It wins but countless

Tenderness like water
Good time is like a dream
Endure Gu Queqiao and return home
compared to the previous word.

Lin Hao read out louder this time.

Whether it's Zhang Xinlin or the crowd.

can hear.

They immediately froze.

among these people.

Can not stick to the classics of the predecessors.

There are not a few who create their own poems.

If you really like this line of work on weekdays.

It's also a lot to write.

But speak up.

They can come up with their own works.

Basically, it has been carefully polished over many days.

It's not just inspiration.

Crash.

A poem is all out.

That's impossible.

More like a patchwork.

I want to say a few words today.

Think about it tomorrow.

Bring all the good ideas together.

Finally complete a piece of work.

This is a relatively normal process.

But this young man in front of him is not like that at all.

There are few bottlenecks in the case of propositional creation.

Writing is like a joke.

While reading it out.

Not even a stutter.

This shows that everything has been thought out in the mind.

too frightening.

Also too exaggerated.

The quality of the previous song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" is terrible.

Not to mention putting it in this kind of literary gathering.

Just to get some regular games.

It is definitely a unique existence.

at the moment.

This word is also full of extraordinary.

Created on the spot.

What kind of literary talent is this fucking.

The reincarnation of Wenquxing is similar, right?

Everyone was shocked beyond words.

The family members who thought he plagiarized only felt wronged.

"This guy is amazing."

"There is a level."

"Old Yu's son-in-law, he found the treasure."

"People really have this connotation."

"Old Wang has hit the iron plate this time."

"With just these few sentences, he may not be able to keep up."

Lin Hao's poems and everyone's discussions came separately.

Wang Xi raised her head in disbelief.

Wang Zizhi also stopped writing and listened carefully.

at this time.

Lin Hao was in a happy mood.

Also fast.

If love lasts for a long time

How are you going to go in and out.

Compared with the first "Water Tune Getou" written for Mid-Autumn Festival.

This song is obviously more likely to infect some of the female family members present.

It doesn't need to be too complicated to parse.

simply speaking.

Nothing but time will tell.

Companionship is the longest confession of love.

Those who accompany each other to the end.

Just the right person.

Yu Lanxin was obsessed with writing.

put down the pen.

He looked at Lin Hao with love in his eyes.

"Good words, good words, the last sentence is the finishing touch, and it directly lifts the mood of the whole poem." Zhang Xinlin stroked his beard and couldn't help but praise.

"Now that these two poems are out, no one will dare to use the two themes of Mid-Autumn Festival and Qixi Festival in the future."

Liu Hong agreed with a look of enjoyment: "The writing is really great."

"This little brother is really amazing. Given time, his achievements will be limitless." Wang Xuehai nodded accordingly.

"The two poems are completely enough to last forever." Zheng Yanming said.

The four masters seek truth from facts.

All gave high praise.

He looked at Lin Hao with surprise in his eyes.

this age.

This poetry attainment.

Totally unimaginable overbearing.

And Wang Zizhi and his son haven't finished writing yet.

Immediately, he froze in place.

Obviously.

It has been completely given up.

It was the poem that Lin Hao read out.

No matter how much they write, they can't surpass it.

This self-awareness is still there.

"What's the matter, Lao Wang, you stopped writing?" Zhang Xinlin couldn't help asking with a sigh when he saw him stop.

"Don't write it anymore, it can't compare to these little brothers."

Although Wang Zizhi was angry, he knew he was wrong, so he generously handed the koi picture he won to Lin Hao: "I lost this game."

"It's just a communication. Everyone's status is different, so you don't have to take it too seriously."

Lin Hao spoke very politely.

But hands are not idle.

Taking it over, she handed it to Yu Lanxin and said, "It's for uncle, take it."

Yu Lanxin smiled and nodded.

Next to him, Father Yu was full of energy.

This son-in-law.

It's so sweet.

Master Zheng's picture of a koi carp was obtained in such a daze.

Everyone thought that this was the end of the matter.

Who knew that Wang Xi couldn't stand the situation of being treated as a laughing stock, and suddenly said grimly: "Impossible, it can't be written by him, I don't accept it!"

Another roar.

But this time.

The crowd watching shook their heads.

This old Wang's child.

Obviously stimulated.

The other party is obviously not an ordinary person.

It doesn't make sense to go into a dead end at this time.

If you don't accept it, you won't accept it.

Why do you have to say that people copied it.

If only this poem were so easy to copy.

Didn't you see that the four masters were all amazed.

"Wang Xi, that's enough, stop talking." Wang Zizhi said with a frown.

"Lin Hao, these two poems of yours are all lyrics. If you are a man, you can compare poems with me. You don't need five-character quatrains or seven-character quatrains. Do you dare?"

Wang Xi ignored his father.

Instead, he continued to shout at Lin Hao.

"Enough!" Seeing his gaffe, Wang Zizhi frowned and shouted.

"Dad, leave me alone."

Wang Xi grabbed Lin Hao and continued, "Lin Hao, just say whether you dare or not?"

"Okay, if you are willing to wait and have a look, then please ask Master Zhang to draw another proposition."

Lin Hao felt that he was not Bu Jingyun.

Could it be possible to say at this time, 'Don't come here? '

God will destroy it.

Must first make it crazy.

If you don't want this last decency.

Just satisfy him.

I have three hundred Tang poems by myself.

Not casually.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Just do it to the end.

The voice on his side just fell.

Everyone present gasped.

he.
Still want to write?
"it is good!"

Wang Xi shouted as if grasping at a straw, "I said this myself, so don't go back on your word."

He pulled himself together again.

Want to make a name for myself.

But now everyone looks at him with only sympathy.

They all feel that this kid can't afford to lose.

Already bewildered.

"Lin Hao, are you sure?"

Zhang Xinlin looked at him and asked uncertainly.

"As long as everyone doesn't think it's a waste of time." Lin Hao nodded.

"It's okay, let's do it again."

"Quick fight."

"After the competition, hurry up and move on to the next item."

"come on."

"With the speed of this little brother, it will be finished in less than 10 minutes."

Someone coaxed.

This occasion.

This is for fun.

Even if they don't get involved.

But what this young man writes is really extraordinary.

It's also worth listening to.

"Okay, since everyone has no objections, I'll take another question."

Zhang Xinlin smiled.

In previous years, it was a game of winning and losing.

This year, there were actually three competitions in terms of poetry.

Reach into the carton again.

This time the proposition is not a holiday.

It's the word "peach blossom".

see.

Everyone is preparing to continue the simulation creation.

Unexpectedly, Lin Hao had already opened his mouth.

Faint flying bridge separated by wild smoke

Fishing boats on the west bank of Shiji

Peach Blossoms Follow the Flowing Water

Where is the cave beside Qingxi

A poem is finished.

Yu Lanxin didn't even have time to write.

The group of onlookers were all dumbfounded.

I have a big hole.

It hasn't been a minute since this proposition started.

It's over?

(End of this chapter)