Urban Boyfriend System

In elementary school's brush class, He Xuan dealt with graffiti indiscriminately.

After entering middle school and high school, there are no rigid requirements for calligraphy. In addition to the special calligraphy classes for ordinary students, very few people can write calligraphy.

"This is so embarrassing! I can't... tell them now, let them bring me a ballpoint pen? Doing this... is very cheap!"

Holding a brush in hand, He Xuan dared not write a word on the rice paper. After all...Although he can write a word if he wants to write, it is definitely a ghost drawing symbol!

Moreover, He Xuan hasn't figured out what poem should he write?

There are many poems about love. From ancient times to the present, love has always been a topic that human beings cannot avoid.

Write ancient poems?

Here is Su Dongpo's "Ten Years of Life and Death Are Two Endless, Unforgettable Without Thinking"?

This song seems to mourn the deceased wife. On this occasion...it seems a bit contrary to peace!

Write a poem "Once the sea is hard to be watered, but is it not a cloud except Wushan"?

Or is it the very popular "Wish to have one heart, and the white head will stay together"?

He Xuan looked at the [overhead paper (poetry version)] in the virtual space, and he had too many choices.

Moreover, almost every one of them is a classic poem that can be passed down to textbooks in the world!

Outside of ancient and modern times, as long as the poems that you are fond of are written on this [overhead paper], they will be emptied and become completely personal.

However, this is often the case for people. The more choices, the more difficult it is to make choices.

When the entire world of poetry and thesaurus was in front of He Xuan, he didn't know what poem to write.

The time for the creation of Dou Shi was only ten minutes, and it passed quickly.

Hu Boyan and Liu Heng, who had finished their creations, spread the rice paper on their desks and blew them.

"Time is up! Three, let's order from left to right, please read your poems aloud?" Secretary-General Cai Pin picked up the microphone and announced that the creation time is up.

"Fuck! So fast, ten minutes here?"

He Xuan, who was still selecting poems in his mind, suddenly woke up. He looked at his own paper, and it was still blank.

"Haha! Le Shao, look at it soon... ten minutes have arrived, what the last name is, it seems that there is not a word written out!"

Zhang Jiale couldn't help laughing, because He Xuan's performance was worse than he expected.

"I thought he could at least write a few sentences. I didn't expect that he really can't write poems, and he dare to go on stage to fight poems..."

Wang Wenbin was also very surprised, because he even regarded He Xuan as his opponent, and specifically and solemnly invited two big coffees, Hu Boyan and Liu Heng.

Knowing that he was so weak in writing poetry, he took the stage by himself and slapped He Xuan severely with his hands.

"Ke Lan, look at it... the time for creation is up. Hu Boyan and Liu Heng have finished writing, but Mr. He...it seems...have not written a single word yet?"

Li Huanhuan also didn't expect such a result, and said helplessly, "It seems that Mr. He was really able to come on stage just for you. Now...the face is so embarrassing."

"Ah? Didn't write a word? This... how could he not write a word? It's better to write than not to write!"

Really angry!

Qin Kelan saw that He Xuan's rice paper was completely blank, and she really couldn't understand what He Xuan thought!

Obviously he gave him a poem!

Even if you are doomed to lose, you should at least write the song "Rootless Water" I gave you!

In any case, Qin Kelan feels that although the poem "No Root Water" written by herself is definitely not better than the poems written by Hu Boyan and Liu Heng, at least it will not make He Xuan too embarrassing!

As a result, for ten minutes after He Xuan came to power, he was completely in a daze with a pen!

Not write a word,

"It seems that Mr. He lacks inspiration today?"

Standing at the far left, Hu Boyan laughed when He Xuan hadn't written anything, and then began to recite the poem he had just written.

"The song I wrote is called "Ling Xiao". The creation time is short and there must be many shortcomings. Please correct me!"

Expressing a modest attitude, Hu Boyan began to read aloud the song "Ling Xiao" he wrote with his microphone.

"The trumpet creeper is climbing on the steep high cliff..."

After he finished reading, there was a warm applause.

This song "Ling Xiao" is a metaphor for the spirit of the flower in the pursuit of love. It embodies feelings in things. The description is quite anthropomorphic and romantic, and the description of feelings is also exquisite, in just over 20 lines. In the poem, the emotions that are unique to human beings are expressed vividly.

"Brother Boyan, good literary talent. But listen to my "Flying Bird"..."

Seeing that He Xuan was a "white scroll", Liu Heng instead transferred his "fighting spirit" to Hu Boyan, wanting to compare his own "Flying Bird" with his "Ling Xiao".

For the poets of the Poetry Association present, it has been a long time since Hu Boyan and Liu Heng have written a comparison poem.

Just now everyone was still looking forward to He Xuan's poems, but now... He Xuan has been "out of the game early", and the natural point of view is between the poems of Hu Boyan and Liu Heng.

"Listen to Asuka's high-pitched singing..."

Similarly, just after Liu Heng finished reading, there was a burst of warm applause.

Like Hu Boyan, Liu Heng also embodies love in things, using birds to metaphorically pursue a spirit of love.

"Blue sky and white clouds" are the dreams of birds, but "tree shade insects" are the lives of birds. Falling on your shoulders is something called love...

The poetry is full of fantasy and romanticism, which makes people feel like a "flying bird" wandering between the blue sky and the trees.

The two poems are both lyrical and romantic, which are both lyrical and romantic. They are very light and pleasant to read, but after the end, they will also have a yearning for beautiful love. .

"Yes! Yes...Bo Yan and Liu Heng are indeed representatives of the new style of domestic poetry. These two poems are in line with their previous style..."

After listening, Yuan Bofu, Chairman of the Poetry Association, also smiled and commented.

Some other senior poets in the world of poetry also expressed their own opinions. They praised more and criticized them, and gave high recognition to their two poems.

However, now that the first two have shown poetry, it is He Xuan's turn.

When Liu Heng handed the microphone to He Xuan, he saw that the rice paper in front of him was really blank, and couldn't help but laugh, "Mr. He seems to be too nervous! He is so nervous that he can't even write. !"

"Liu Heng, don't say that. Maybe Mr. He has already written it on the paper. It's just that... we're so ignorant and can't see it." Hu Boyan also came over and joked.

After hearing this, everyone in the audience couldn't help being amused.

But at this moment, He Xuan really took the "stem" mentioned by Hu Boyan, picked up the rice paper, and after unfolding it, pointed to the blank paper and said, "Yes! My poem has indeed been written. It's on this, but... fools can't see it!"

Huh!

He Xuan's words suddenly stopped the laughter.

Isn't this the same as "The Emperor's New Clothes"?

He Xuan, this is to scold everyone in the audience!

Some old comrades of the Poetry Association, their expressions became ashen when they heard this. If they hadn't had the quality, they might have gone to the stage to scold He Xuan as unreasonable.

"Mr. He, he can't write poems by himself, so... he still scolds us all stupid roundly?" Chairman Yuan Bofu also waved his hands in dissatisfaction with a dull face.

"Mr. He's words are indeed a bit too much."

Even Qiu Boren, who admired He Xuan's violin skill, couldn't help He Xuan anymore.

"Haha! He who is surnamed is killing him! Even if we talk to these old antiques of the poetry association, we must be polite. This surname is He, who actually scolds everyone as fools... This time, they are gods. I can't save him."

Zhang Jiale shook his head, and suddenly felt that He Xuan's level was not worthy of being his opponent.

"It's really meaningless. I didn't expect Qin Kelan's vision to be so bad that he found such an arrogant boyfriend."

Wang Wenbin also smiled and shook his head. He looked at He Xuan on the stage, as if he was watching a clown in grandstanding.

"He Xuan, how can he say such a thing?"

At this moment, even Qin Kelan frowned, feeling that He Xuan's words were too much.

At this time, He Xuan on the stage appeared "pretending to be dumb" and said: "No! Can't you really see it? Then... I will read it to you!"

"Why, who are you deceiving? This is clearly a blank sheet of paper. Is it possible to tease all of us like this in order to conceal your inability to write poems?" Liu Heng said angrily.

"Liu Heng, let him read. I want to see what he can read."

Hu Boyan has an attitude of sitting and watching a good show. He really doesn't believe that He Xuan, who can't write for ten minutes in a daze, can really read some decent poems!

Ordinary great poets can't "compose" a poem on white paper like this!

However, how could they think that He Xuan is not a real poet, but a big bug with "overhead paper".

Just now when the two of them were reciting a poem, He Xuan, who didn't know what poem to choose, suddenly flashed in his mind.

"I will choose you!"

Silently filled in the name of a poem on the "overhead paper", He Xuan smiled and picked up the microphone, and began to read it "very emotionally" against the "white paper" in a decent way.

"Everyone, listen! This poem I wrote is called "To the Oak"..."

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