At the beginning, the school flower confession was rejected

Chapter 56 Longevity
"What's the situation? Is it an exchange of tokens of love?"

"Oh my god, this is too romantic, a gifted man and a beautiful woman, a concubine in love, a perfect match!"

"I really didn't expect to see Yimu like this tonight. I'm satisfied."

"Look, see how people confess their love, learn from it, and confess to me again next time!"

Looking at the stage, Wang Mu looked at the jade bracelet in his hand in bewilderment, and then looked at Bai Xiaochan with wide eyes in doubt, Wang Mu was also stunned for a long time.

Could it be this mother? Is there something wrong with my brain?I really just wanted to give it away for nothing, but what happened if you insisted on giving me something in exchange?
But before Wang Mu could speak, Bai Xiaochan lifted her skirt and left with a blushing face.

What is this scenario?
Wang Mu looked at the figure of the girl in Hanfu leaving in a hurry, and remembered the blush that suddenly burst out of that pretty face like an iceberg just now, and seemed to understand something.

"Young man, why did you give him that painting?"

Seeing that his granddaughter had left in shame, Bai Qingfeng couldn't help but smiled and shook his head, patted Wang Mu's shoulder and asked.

"I just think painting is useless, it's not as real as money."

Wang Mu said with a smile.

"you"

For a moment, old man Bai couldn't help being choked by Wang Mu's words and didn't know how to answer.

But seeing Wang Mu holding the table with a puzzled look on his face, he couldn't help feeling secretly happy, after all, this bracelet is of great significance.

After bidding farewell to Mr. Bai, Wang Mu drove back to the hotel with Ma Sicong, although he had just arrived in France for less than a day.

But there are indeed many things that have been experienced.

Back at the hotel, it was already twelve o'clock, and the sky outside was also dark. After a simple wash, Wang Mu lay down and rested.

Early the next morning, Ma Sicong took Wang Mu to visit various scenic spots in France. Wang Mu also bought a lot of gifts, planning to give them to the little fat man and Su Xiaoxiao.

After all, he came out in a hurry this time, so there was no way to take her with him.

Paris, Chinatown, the Bai family mansion.

Today's Bai family is unexpectedly lively, because today is Master Bai Bai Qingfeng's [-]th birthday, so some clan members of the Bai family, or some friends from the literary world also came to celebrate.

"Grandpa, I gave this to you out of my granddaughter's heart."

Bai Xiaochan held the "Running Horse Picture" with both hands in front of Bai Qingfeng and said.

But Bai Qingfeng didn't accept it.

"Chan'er, I can't accept this gift from you."

Bai Qingfeng looked at Su Xiaocan with a smile and said.

"Why? Isn't this your favorite painting, Grandpa? Last night, I came to the stage to compete for this painting. But now you refuse to take it."

Bai Xiaochan pouted and said aggrievedly.

"Hahaha, silly boy, it's not that grandpa doesn't want it, it's that he doesn't dare to have it."

Bai Qingfeng smiled and said kindly.

"Why don't you dare, you have to accept what your granddaughter gave you!"

Bai Xiaochan didn't care so much, she just put the painting on Bai Qingfeng's lap, and left, making Bai Qingfeng dumbfounded.

But when the poem written by Wang Mu last night sounded, he couldn't help thinking.

"Brother Qingfeng's birthday, why are you still frowning and thinking?"

Just as Bai Qingfeng was meditating, an old man with white hair walked into the room with a smile on his face and said.

"I'm thinking of a word!"

Bai Qingfeng was also startled by the sudden visitor. When he looked up, he realized that it was his old friend Liu Muchun.

"Oh? Could it be that old man Bai recently had another burst of inspiration and wrote a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, why don't you tell me about it!"

Liu Muchun couldn't help but move his eyes when he heard that old man Bai was troubled by a poem.

As the editor-in-chief of an overseas poetry magazine, he is very interested in this kind of poetry, so he can also get together with people like Bai Qingfeng.

And in recent years, most of Bai Qingfeng's poems have also been collected by him in "Overseas Poetry Monthly".

"I'm talking, you listen"

Afterwards, old man Bai directly recited Wang Mu's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".

"What a good one, I wish you a long life, a thousand miles to share the beauty, this poem is really well written, old man, you are really talented!"

After listening to "Water Tune Getou", Liu Muchun couldn't help admiring, after all, he can still judge whether a poem is good or bad.

This song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" will undoubtedly be a masterpiece of the ages, because it is so well written, full of rhythm and far-reaching artistic conception.

"You are wrong, this poem was not written by me."

Bai Qingfeng smiled slightly, looked at Liu Muchun and said with a smile.

"Didn't you write it? Could it be that this is a new work by a master in China? I'm really ignorant."

Liu Muchun was also very surprised when he heard that it was Mr. Bai who said that this poem was not written by him.

As the editor-in-chief of "Poetry Monthly", he has always been well-informed, but he has never heard of this "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".

"This poem was written by a weak young man."

Old Man Bai smiled and explained.

"Weak crown? 20 years old? You can write such words at the age of 20, old man, are you kidding me?"

Liu Muchun naturally didn't believe it, because he had been in the poetry world for most of his life and had seen countless arrogant teenagers, but most of the poems they wrote were for the sake of new words, mixed with too much moaning.

However, the song "Water Tune Getou" recently recited by Bai Qingfeng gave him a refreshing feeling, but he couldn't believe that it was written by such a young man.

"He also wrote a poem, I'll read it to you!"

Seeing Liu Muchun's shocked expression, Bai Qingfeng just secretly smiled, and then planned to shock this guy.

"He also wrote poems? Tell me about it!"

When Liu Muchun heard Bai Qingfeng's words, his heart couldn't help trembling slightly. This one word has already surpassed countless masters in the poetry world, and there is even a poem.

"Listen, the first sentence is the moonlight in front of the window, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. The second sentence is."

When Bai Qingfeng finished reading the song "Thoughts in a Quiet Night", Liu Muchun just sat there blankly.

After a long time, I kept chanting the song "Thoughts in a Quiet Night" just now.

"Short four lines of poetry, written fresh and simple, clear as words, its content is simple, but at the same time it is rich. It is easy to understand, but it is inexhaustible. This is simply incredible .”

Liu Muchun's eyes were terrified at the moment, and his hands couldn't stop shaking. He had been in the poetry world for most of his life, but he had never been so excited.

"Old man, you just said that the author of this poem is really a young man?"

After being shocked, Liu Muchun looked at Bai Qingfeng and asked.

(End of this chapter)