Rebirth of the Powerful

Chapter 34

This poem is a poem that he sang out after drinking with a reporter friend who loves poetry when he was drunk before his rebirth. The artistic conception is simple and unique.

Xia Xiaoluo only had this little memory in his mind. If the boy in military uniform was not convinced at this time, and he wrote another poem, he would be done playing, and he would be ashamed and thrown to Java.

Therefore, after reading the song "Self-Deprecating", he didn't speak, but looked at the boy in military uniform nervously.

Xindao, I was really struggling. Before I was reborn, I read time-traveling novels, all of which were before the Tang Dynasty, at least the Song Dynasty. If it is a poem, there are thousands of poems that can be copied by later generations!How cool!

In this rebirth, I also met Dou Shi!But just going back to 20 years ago, the key is still ancient poems, there is no room for plagiarism!How unlucky!Is there such a joker?

The boy in military uniform didn't look at him. He looked through the glass window at the blue sky and white clouds, and murmured the poem Xia Xiaoluo had just read.

His family has a long history, he learned classical poetry since he was a child, and his ability to appreciate poetry is very high. These few poems hit his chest like a sledgehammer, and he felt his heart beating non-stop.

Only when he saw the authentic work of "Four Posts of Ancient Poems" by Zhang Xu, a great calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty known as the "Sage of Grass", in the Liaoning Museum.

The image of a poor scholar who is frustrated but has the talent to guide the country is vivid on the paper.

Like thunder from a silent place on the flat ground, every word of this poem shocked his soul, making him feel lonely and desolate that "the ancients are not seen before, and the new ones are not seen in the future, thinking about the long time of heaven and earth, creating originality but crying".

He murmured: "Huang Zhong Dalu, lingering sound, good poem, good poem... Cao Haoxuan lost..."

He turned his head, bowed respectfully to Xia Xiaoluo, and said, "Student, your poem is so good, it's really the best song of all ages, Cao Haoxuan is willing to bow down!"

Everyone didn't know the name of this young man in military uniform until now, and he didn't say it before, and it was inconvenient for everyone to ask him.

Everyone saw that this little-known young man actually defeated the rather arrogant Cao Haoxuan with a poem, and they couldn't help admiring him a lot.

A few people who had made him smaller just now couldn't help but blush, thinking, it seems that the old saying that people should not be judged by their appearance is true, and they couldn't help casting admiring and somewhat apologetic glances at him.

Only Qu Xiaoyuan looked quite complacent, as if he deserved the credit for writing such awesome poems, looking at the teenager in military uniform complacently, while the child looked at him angrily like a defeated rooster. My cousin was very depressed.

Xia Xiaoluo was used to the cruelty of the world in her previous life, so she naturally didn't take it to heart.

And Chu Xiuhan has been immersed in "Scholar's Self-Deprecating", which has a superb and ancient mood, and the sentences are like a knife and an axe, but they are still integrated.

Moreover, he is not cramped in terms of realm and momentum. The real master realm is to shoot at will, and all of them reach the grand realm.Just like the inscription on the cliff, in fact, it is a mix of male and female, with its own dignified appearance.

Her eyes were focused on Xia Xiaoluo's face all the time, and she didn't move at all. She didn't wake up until a girl next to her pulled her slightly, her face flushed intoxicatingly.

Xia Xiaoluo naturally knew that he was plagiarizing. Fortunately, that reporter brother didn't plagiarize the ancients or pick up the wisdom of others, but originality. I didn't expect that he would chant casually after drunk, and it would become a masterpiece. , small tricks..."

Cao Haoxuan obviously admired him very much, and said, "You are too modest. Even if this poem is brought to the cultural circle in the capital, it will be difficult for those uncles from the Chinese Department of Peking University to write it!"

When he mentioned the "Chinese Department of Peking University", his tone was so casual that everyone couldn't help wondering, what kind of background is this person?

Xia Xiaoluo smiled, and didn't say much, Cao Haoxuan had already developed a friendship, and said, "I don't know what this classmate's name is..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a young girl's eager voice, saying, "Xia Xiaoluo, where are you? It took me a long time to find you."

Everyone couldn't help but brighten their eyes when they saw the person coming, and saw a young girl who was about to bloom came in, with a refreshing and neat ponytail, a loose and comfortable T-shirt on the upper body, and a section of snow-white jade ### exposed under the pleated skirt. Legs, wearing a pair of white leather sandals on the feet - it was He Shiyun.

Xia Xiaoluo was overjoyed, He Shiyun originally said she was going to Beijing for two weeks, but who knew she would come back within a week.

How did he know that He Shiyun hadn't seen him for a week, and missing him was like being burned on a hot pot, and she could no longer bear it.

When she got on the train, she thought it would be great if Xia Xiaoluo was with her on this trip, then she was immersed in the excitement and yearning for the upcoming journey, and then chatted casually with her mother, but looked out the window The bright scenery is getting farther and farther away from Luoshui County, and she feels more and more boring, and Xia Xiaoluo's appearance ### appears in her mind more and more frequently...

Recalling that when he was a poor student, as a study committee member, I talked small talk with him and was punished by the teacher to stand. I didn’t feel wronged or ashamed. Instead, I felt a kind of sweetness of stealing candy with him...

Remembering that he can't write a composition, I scratch my head and ask myself every time, asking myself to help him write the first sentence at the beginning and the conclusion sentence at the end. I always write him the worst and most ordinary sentence in my mind. He always copied it on it honestly, and said as if he had found a treasure: "Every sentence written by Shiyun is a treasure of Zhenshan!"

Thinking of him going to fight with Qu Xiaoyuan, he always dragged him and refused to let him go, he hid the iron bar in the desk angrily, and said: "They should say I'm dishonest again!"

In fact, he's quite cute... even if he doesn't have the dazzling third place in the county later on.

And when he asked the teacher for the "cheat book", he looked rebellious and confident. I was really sweating for him. I didn't expect him to really compare with the greasy-haired and pink-faced Wang Jiannan, so relieved!

And that faint kiss in the pond, when he floated up from the bottom of the water and gently held her ankle, she still feels her heart beating when she thinks about it.

When she arrived in Beijing, she visited the Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square, Badaling Great Wall and other famous scenic spots. Before she had visited them all, she clamored to go home. , Helping him solve problems, calling him a pig, what a wonderful time.

Her mother couldn't resist her, so she had to come back with her.

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Xia Xiaoluo joked, and said: "He Shiyun, I can't even recognize you. You are so beautiful. Where did you buy this dress? We don't have this style in Luoshui County..."

In Xia Xiaoluo's previous life, praising girls was as natural as lying about being a virgin. He didn't realize that this was still a small inland county in the conservative and closed 90s. These few words would make any girl's heart beat.

He Shiyun blushed and said, "Is there still time to joke around? Something happened to your Health Bureau!"

Xia Xiaoluo said: "Ah? What happened?"

He wondered in his heart what could happen to a small unit like the Health Bureau, so he still had a smile on his face.

He Shiyun gasped and said, "That Wang Jiannan's father took Director Qian hostage to the roof..."

Xia Xiaoluo's face immediately changed. Although Qian Shaoqun had no relatives or reason with him, they could be regarded as comrades-in-arms during this time. Facing Wang Junwei's counterattack, they worked together to overcome the difficulties, and his father joined Qian Shaoqun. If under Wang Junwei's persecution, Qian Shaoqun confides their vicious trick of "repairing the pot", all previous efforts will be for naught, and his father will be thrown into the cold palace by his superiors forever.

Xia Xiaoluo scolded herself secretly, thinking that after her rebirth, she would have 30 years of life experience from her previous life, so what kind of things would she do?

Who knew that the first self-proclaimed "tack-potting method" was a bad idea, forgetting that human beings are animals with thoughts and feelings, and rabbits bite people when they are in a hurry!Those who leave people nowhere to go, such as blind spots, would not be surprised if they jump over the wall in a hurry. If it is not done well, it will not only hurt Director Qian, but maybe even his father.

He waved his hand at Qu Xiaoyuan, Qu Xiaoyuan didn't wait to say anything, and followed him tacitly. The three of them hurried out without saying goodbye to the young people in the Reader's Club.

At that time, taxis had not yet appeared in the small county, and there were not many small tricycles. The three of them trotted all the way to the compound of the Health Bureau.

I saw that the office building on the fifth floor of the Health Bureau was already crowded with people, not only the family members of the employees of the Health Bureau, but also many people in the society. Pointing.

Xia Xiaoluo was out of breath and thought, what is Old Feng doing here?Don't close the door either!I saw Old Feng was looking at the roof of the building with a smile, talking nonsense with the people around him.

Unnamed policemen with live ammunition were waiting downstairs with guns on their hands. A police officer in his 30s kept shouting with a microphone: "Wang Junwei, please calm down. This is a serious murder. I hope you don't go the wrong way and make a mistake I will hate you through the ages!"

Xia Xiaoluo knew this person, and he had caught him in many fights before, but he couldn't remember the name for a while.

On the roof, like a hungry wolf with red eyes, Wang Junwei forced Qian Shaoqun's neck with a dagger, and stood on the rooftop without guardrails.

Both of them were sweating profusely, apparently they had been in a stalemate for a long time, while Qian Shaoqun's face was livid, his eyes were slightly closed, and he looked like he was resigned to fate.

Xia Xiaoluo searched for his father in the crowd, and saw him standing with Deputy Director Cao, sweating profusely, obviously very nervous.

Huang Qinqin splattered on the ground like a tigress, crying incessantly: "It was you white-eyed wolves who killed my old king!"

"My mother, if something happens today, how will we orphans and widows live?"

Wang Jiannan stood aside cooperatively and wiped away his tears, his pale face was covered with tears.

"Hmph!—" Huang Qinqin blew her nose and flung it aside. People all backed away, afraid of getting it on themselves.

The police officer with the microphone shouted again: "Wang Junwei, think about your orphans and widows! If something happens to you, it will be the death penalty. Who will take care of them?"

Wang Junwei roared: "I don't care! I didn't distribute the flyers at all, I was wronged! Someone is harming me!" The voice seemed to be a wronged child crying to his mother.