The Blessing of the Qi Nv of Transmigration

Chapter 125 is a pipa poem
The people in the hall immediately became chaotic, some said: "No way, the registration fee is so expensive?" Some were rich and powerful, and said: "Such music and dance are worth it!" "Brother Nian, you are very good at poetry , you can give it a try, if the masterpiece is caught by the two girls, you will spend 200 taels of silver to watch the music and dance and spend the spring night again, it is worth it..."

Three of the five people at Yang Feier's table stood up and turned around to go out. It was Zhang Fuzhen, Xiu Jichang and Zaiheng. They just wanted to listen to Qingqu and accompany their sister and fiancee out to see each other. It's a nonsense, and I don't want to be someone's guest in the curtain.

Having said that, I just want to, not at this time...

Hey, off topic.

Xian Ge smiled, and said to Yang Feier: "This is interesting, do you want to try it?"

Yang Feier smiled and said: "If you want, I will accompany you. We have two Jieyuan here! What are you afraid of?"

Xian Ge turned around and grabbed the sleeve of Zai Heng who was about to leave, and said, "Brother..."

Xiu Jichang said: "Please forgive me, you two, we just left the examination room, and now our minds are still in chaos, how can we make poems!"

Zhang Fuzhen shook his head and smiled, "I don't think I have this talent either..."

Xian Ge laughed and said: "You don't have to do it if you don't want to. We do it ourselves. We read books like you. It's just that we are ashamed to compare ourselves to learning, but we don't necessarily lose in poetry and songs. Today is a good time to try it out, but my brother is going to help us sign up, and we will have to wear it as soon as we open our mouth."

Yang Feier said: "What if someone takes a fancy to your poems?"

Xian Ge said with a smile: "Then let them change to play music and dance, see if there is any difference?"

Yang Feier nodded and clapped his hands and said with a smile, "This makes it possible."

Seeing this scene, the three men knew that they couldn't stop them, so they sat down again. Just as they sat down, Xiu Jichang jumped up again, stepped onto the stage, and paid the registration fee for two people.

When paying the fee, a tall and fat man was squeezing behind Xiu Jichang, and the silk and satin wrapped tightly around his body, I was really worried that he would tear if he moved too much.Xiu Jichang recognized that it was one of the group who robbed their table, ignored it, handed in Hu Jialiang Yi's name on the bank ticket office and went down.

It takes time to compose a poem. At this time, it is too late, and it is less than four o'clock. Counting it in the middle of Xu time, it will take two hours in total.

Whether two hours is long or not, the guests who paid the money began to think hard when they came down. A pen was full of ink and stopped on the paper, but couldn’t put down the pen, or wrote a few words in a chic manner, and stopped again. After a while, I rolled up the written paper and discarded it...

Of the five people at the neighboring table, only one had signed up, and it was the tall, fat man. Now that he saw his face clearly, his facial features were quite correct, but they were all squeezed together by the fat, and there was a greasy glow under the lamp. He began to rest his chin in his thoughts, held a pen in his hand, and used the top end to scratch his scalp for a while, and his face for a while... muttering in his mouth, but he couldn't hear what he was saying... I really couldn't look closely, If you look closely, it will affect your appetite, but the other four people at the same table stayed in the hall and did not leave. At this moment, they were all scratching their heads and thinking for him.

Xian Ge had asked Yang Feier just now, would she like to write about pipa or dance?Yang Feier smiled and said: "It's all right." Xian Ge said: "Then I will choose dancing, I think dancing is more interesting."

Yang Feier nodded: "Okay, I'll write pipa poems."

She didn't say "composing poems for the pipa", because none of her poems were "composed", they could only be "written".

At this time, Xian Ge also stood up and sat down for a while, or concentrating on thinking, or writing a few sentences with a pen, and finally gave up, and continued to think, muttering in the mouth...

Yang Feier took the time to drink tea, just listening to Zhang Fuzhen and others chatting, making a snack and drinking a sip of tea from time to time.

Both Xiu Jichang and Zai Heng thought that she didn't want to be the first in poetry, but was just having fun with Xian Ge. Zhang Fuzhen also had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't rush. The four of them talked easily, leaving Xian Ge alone to recite My heart is full of thoughts and thoughts...

In the blink of an eye, there were three string songs, which were handed over to four people to help Yazheng, and all four praised: "Good poems, good poems."

Only then did Xian Ge realize that Yang Feier hadn't completed a single capital so far, and said anxiously: "There is only half an hour left, and you don't have one, so what should I do?" Pulling it out, he said: "If you don't want to waste your brain, you can use mine. If you win the first place, you can describe to me the situation of the two of them exchanging performances."

Yang Feier smiled and said, "No, I've been looking for inspiration, and it's almost done now."

I took the pen and paper, twirled and dipped in the ink, and the pen fell like the wind, and soon a piece of paper was densely written.

Zhang Fuzhen and the others stood behind her, all looking with their heads. Yang Feier wrote a sentence, and Zai Heng read out a sentence: "In the city of Tokyo, there are strangers, the maple leaves and the flowers are rustling in autumn, and the ceremony is already passing by. The sound of the pipa in the hall, looking for the sound and secretly asking who is playing it? Thinking loudly, it seems to be telling you that you have no ambition in life. Lower your eyebrows to continue playing the formalities, and talk about the infinite things in your heart. The big strings are like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bottom of the flower is slippery in Guan Yingyu, and it is difficult to fall under the ice of the Youyan Spring. , the iron cavalry protruding with swords and guns. At the end of the song, be careful to draw, and the four strings sound like cracking silk. The front and back of the hall are silent, and the dream is crying, makeup and tears are red. Today, hearing your pipa language is like listening to fairy music. The ears are temporarily clear. The same is The world is reduced to people, why meet each other before!"

At the beginning, Zai Heng’s tone was soft, and the more he read, the more excited he became, and then he unknowingly chanted loudly, causing people in the hall to look at this side, feeling a little noisy here, affecting his thinking , Listening to the poem again, gradually restrained the look of distaste, everyone looked surprised and envious, gathered around one by two, and watched Yang Feier splashing ink together around the table, and began to chant together with Zaiheng .

"...the same people who have fallen in the end of the world, why should we have known each other when we meet again!" Everyone in a hall spoke in unison, and the discussion was fierce, and there were even tears in their eyes. After Yang Fei'er finished writing the last word, everyone also finished reading the last sentence , the hall fell into silence...

After a long time, someone sighed softly, "Good poem!" The condensed air in the hall began to loosen.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"Peerless masterpiece!"

"There is nothing better than writing pipa in this world!"

"Today's trip was worthwhile..."

……

Yang Fei'er blushed silently: Brother Bai, I'm sorry to borrow your talent to ask out my beauty!

(End of this chapter)