At the beginning, the school flower confession was rejected

Chapter 55

Afterwards, the woman took the lead in reciting "Chant in the Moon".

Everyone in the audience also applauded and applauded, because this poem can be said to be amazing and overwhelming.

"Now let's see what this young man is going to do. He doesn't even look at his own strength, but he dares to write poetry to Miss Bai!"

"That's right, this girl is an existence who can compose poetry at the age of nine, a strange woman in today's poetry world."

"Oh, don't worry about it, it must be Miss Bai who wins. At least there are very few young people who can compete with Miss Bai in poetry, let alone a brat who came out of nowhere."

"Moonlight in front of the bed,"

"It's suspected to be frost on the ground."

"Look up at the bright moon."

"Low your head and think about your hometown."

Wang Mu looked at the round moon outside the window, and couldn't help thinking of the song "Thoughts in a Quiet Night" that he had memorized in elementary school.

But I never thought that it would be used in places like today, at this moment.

"My God, he actually wrote it!"

"In just a few minutes, he wrote a poem directly!"

"Isn't it just a poem? Maybe he prepared it long ago. I don't believe he can write a second one now!"

"That's right, it must be ready. Miss Bai has written seven poems, but he has only written one, so what's there to be proud of?"

When the woman in Hanfu listened to Wang Mu, her heart not only trembled.

The poetic attainment of the man in front of her is not inferior to hers, and may even be far superior to hers. This one poem alone has instantly dimmed the seven poems she wrote before.

Bai Qingfeng, who was already about to fall asleep, was also attracted by Wang Mu's "Quiet Night Thoughts" at this time, and a gratified smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the poem will finally become interesting.

Although amazed, the woman in Hanfu did not stop there, but wrote another song "Watching the Moon".

"As expected of Miss Bai, how long has it been since she wrote another poem, and with this one, there are already eight poems, which is actually comparable to that of ordinary people?"

"Now let's see if this kid can write it."

"I think he gave up early, how could he be better than Miss Bai."

For a while, Wang Mu couldn't remember the poem about Yue that was recorded in his mind, and suddenly looked at the host beside him and asked:
"Can you write words?"

The host was also obviously taken aback, looking at Bai Qingfeng who was at a loss.

"Poetry is originally a family, and if there is poetry, there can also be words!"

Bai Qingfeng smiled slightly, nodded and said.

"Ci? This guy can also write Ci? Blow it!"

"I don't believe it anyway, I guess I can't write poetry, think about making it up!"

"I guess so. I think he should admit defeat early, so as not to embarrass himself at the top."

"When is the bright moon? Ask the blue sky for wine! I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it?"

Just when everyone was questioning, Wang Mu had already started to chant. Coupled with his improved habitual voice, the onlookers couldn't help being intoxicated.

"He actually wrote it out!"

"It's unbelievable that he created a poem in such a short time!"

"This, young people are not easy!"

After hearing Wang Mu's words, everyone clicked their tongues, because he really didn't expect that Wang Mu could do it so easily.

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live a long time and share the joys and joys of thousands of miles!"

Just when Wang Mu finished reciting the last few lines, everyone was sad.

Many people even had tears in their eyes, because Wang Mu's poem expresses the concern of being away from home and the longing for relatives.

Those who are far away from the country and their relatives are the most understandable.

"What a good one, I hope that people will last forever, and share the joys and joys of thousands of miles. Your poem is really a masterpiece that has never been seen before, and will never be seen in the future!"

Bai Qingfeng on the side also stood up excitedly at this moment, and said with a happy face.

"Chan'er, there is no need to compare. This young man is so talented that we cannot compare with him. You are still willing to bet and admit defeat."

The old man was also very open-minded, and said directly to the woman in Hanfu.

"But, grandpa..."

The woman in Hanfu also stamped her feet in frustration.

Seeing the anger of this iceberg beauty, Wang Mu couldn't help laughing, no matter how cold a person is, he still has an interesting side.

"Young man, I will give you this pair of Galloping Horses. You really can't be judged by appearances, and the sea can't be measured!"

Bai Qingfeng handed over the "Picture of Galloping Horses" to Wang Mu, and couldn't stop admiring.

"Thank you Mr. Bai!"

Wang Mu also smiled slightly, and took the "Running Horse Picture" respectfully.

At this time, the woman in Hanfu could only watch with her own eyes that the copy of the famous painting that should have fallen into Wang Mu's hands.

However, Wang Mu didn't put it away after receiving "The Picture of Galloping Horses". Instead, he took the painting and walked in front of Bai Xiaochan.

Handed the painted hands to Bai Xiaochan.

"What are you doing?"

Bai Xiaochan couldn't help but frowned, looked at Wang Mu and asked.

"A gentleman does not take away people's love. Since you like this painting, I will give it to you."

Wang Mu said lightly.

He really didn't have much interest in this painting, because he didn't know Xu Jinhong. Naturally, this painting was like a piece of waste paper in front of him, and it might attract the jealousy of some criminals.

It's better to give it to others casually, not only avoiding your own troubles, but also getting a convenient favor, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?

"You really sent me?"

Bai Xiaochan also looked at Wang Mu suspiciously, and said in surprise.

"This is the posthumous work of Xu Jinhong, a master of traditional Chinese painting. He unexpectedly gave it away."

"Could it be that he likes Miss Bai, and he took this opportunity to show his sincerity."

"No wonder, have you heard the last phrase, Thousands of miles together! This phrase is more like it was done for Miss Bai!"

"This is hundreds of thousands of dollars. If you say give it away, you can give it away. It's really grand!"

"A gifted man who can make such words is not a vulgar thing in the world. Besides, this kind of face-to-face gift of a priceless painting will be a good story of a gifted man and a beautiful woman in the future!"

Everyone was very surprised by Wang Mu's sudden gift of words, and some people even speculated whether Wang Mu had long been interested in this young lady of the Bai family.

It's just to express my heart through this poetry meeting.

"I can't ask for this painting for nothing. Just treat it as an exchange between me and you. This bracelet is from my ancestors. Here it is!"

Bai Xiaochan remembered the poem written by Wang Mu just now, looked at the reactions of the audience, and glanced at Bai Qingfeng gloating about his misfortune.

After putting away Wang Mu's words, he took off one of his jade bracelets and stuffed it into Wang Mu's hand.

"What is this for?"

Wang Mu also looked at the jade bracelet that was forced into his hand in surprise, and couldn't help scratching his head. He really just wanted to give away this hot potato.

(End of this chapter)