I was eliminated from the draft, and I became a superstar with a ballad

Chapter 249 Chapter 249

[249 masterpieces, stirring up thousands of years]

"When the sun sets, the article will be completed!"

Su Qingyun raised his head and looked into the distance, the sun was setting and the water of the Ganjiang River was dyed layer by layer.

Su Qingyun was so straightforward, but Jia Pingtu was very upset, looked at Su Qingyun sideways, and said in a deep voice:

"Young people don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, they boast indiscriminately, and they don't know how to end it for a while."

Su Qingyun laughed loudly and said: "Vice President A, don't worry, no matter how poor my level is, I'm still a bit better than A Shenshen. Instead of worrying about me, you might as well worry about A Shenshen!"

Speaking of this, Su Qingyun suddenly smiled contemptuously and said:
"Actually, I didn't know how to write poems before. It wasn't until I saw A Shenshen's poems that I realized that it wasn't that I couldn't write poems, but that I couldn't wrap lines!"

As soon as this remark came out, it was full of ridicule!

Many people in the audience couldn't help laughing, but due to Jia Pingtu's power, many people held back abruptly, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, their faces were flushed, as ugly as it could be!
Jia Pingtu suddenly became furious, and wanted to yell at him, but because of his identity!
"Hmph, ignorant kid, talk nonsense, don't worry about it!"

After saying that, Jia Pingtu walked away in a flick of his sleeves and walked into the inner hall, still trembling with anger.

"The bastard is so arrogant, who does he think he is?"

"Even if Cao Zijian is talented, he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant!"

"Only him, how dare an actor dare to compare deeply with my daughter?"

"When he finishes writing, bring it to me to read. If the writing is not good, you must make fun of it!"

……

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As soon as Jia Pingtu left, the dogs around him showed their impatience.

"Bold and arrogant, you are so arrogant, you actually left President A so angry, why don't you apologize quickly?"

"That's right, Huangkou kid, I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, let's see how you end up in a while?"

"It's a great honor for a mere actor to be able to stand on the high stage of the Tengwangge Poetry Club. How dare you speak nonsense here, it's really abominable!"

"Block, I suggest that Su Qingyun be banned, and get out of the literary world!"

"Yes, Su Qingyun quickly get out of the literary world!"

……

On the high platform, facing these dog legs, Su Qingyun was not afraid, and his eyes were cold.

At this moment, he suddenly realized Wang Bo's state of mind when he wrote "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng".

Wang Bo, a man of rare talent and fame, provoked Long Yan's fury because he wrote an article called "The King's Chicken". He was expelled from the palace, and his future was ruined.

Later, with the help of his friends, he got a job in the army, but got into a catastrophe. According to the law, it was a death penalty. Fortunately, Wang Bo was amnesty, but his official position was completely lost.

And his father was also implicated. He joined the army from Yongzhou Sihu and was demoted to Jiaozhi county magistrate.

Therefore, in the second year of Shangyuan, Wang Bo, who had just been pardoned from the death penalty, went to Jiaozhi County to visit his father, and passed by Tengwang Pavilion, which coincided with the governor Yan Gong's banquet in Tengwang Pavilion.

Yan Dudu's banquet was to show off the talents of his son-in-law Wu Zizhang to everyone.

Therefore, let the son-in-law prepare a preface in advance, and write it as an impromptu writing for everyone to read during the banquet.

Therefore, everyone knows that Dudu Yan intends to praise his son-in-law!

Therefore, others refused to write.

Only Wang Bo, a junior in his twenties, did not refuse. After taking the pen and paper, he wrote with a pen in public!

Thus, there was the first B-name scene in the history of Chinese literary circles.

From then on, the first parallel essay in the ages - "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" was born.

But at this moment, Su Qingyun was standing on the high platform, just like that moment.

Things change and stars move, time and space flow!
Wang Bo, Yan Dudu, Wu Zizhang and others back then have already disappeared in the long river of history.

Today's Su Qingyun, Jia Pingtu, and Jia Shenshen seem to be the same as they were back then.

For a moment, he was in a daze, not knowing whether he was Wang Bo or Su Qingyun? !
Is it Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

That's it!

Life is unsatisfactory and things often happen!
"Bring the wine!"

Su Qingyun yelled, and Qian Muwen immediately picked up a jar of wine and sent it up.

This scene stunned everyone at the scene, and made many people feel aggrieved!

"Damn, this kid is too arrogant to ask Mr. Qian to pass him wine? Damn it!"

"What is this kid pretending to be? Do you think you can write a masterpiece after drinking some wine?"

"That's right, did he think he was Li Taibai? A hundred poems about fighting wine!"

"Hahaha, it's so ridiculous, no matter how much wine a idiot drinks, he's still just an idiot!"

"This trash, let me see how he ends up?!"

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inner hall.

When Jia Pingtu heard that Su Qingyun did not start writing, but was drinking and drinking on the high platform, he sneered:

"Hmph, this kind of guy, no matter how much he drinks, he's still a rotten guy who can't afford it!"

But said on the high platform.

Goo, goo, goo!

Su Qingyun raised his head and drank wildly. The sunset in the sky, the birds in the distance, the mighty Ganjiang River, and the frustrated and depressed teenagers formed a beautiful picture!
"Good wine, good wine!"

Su Qingyun threw the wine bottle on the ground, picked up the writing brush on the table, and swiped it on the rice paper.

"The old county of Yuzhang, the new mansion of Hongdu.

The star is divided into Yizhen, and the ground is connected to Henglu.

Take the three rivers and lead the five lakes, control the wild Jing and lead Ouyue. "

Immediately, someone passed these few words to Jia Pingtu's ears.

After listening to it, Jia Pingtu dismissed it and said: "This is Wang Bo's old article, which is known all over the world, so it's not surprising!"

But I saw Su Qingyun write again:
"Wuhuatianbao, Longguang shoots at the market of Niudou; outstanding people, Xu Ru under Chen Fan's couch.

Xiongzhou Wulie, handsome stars gallop.

The Taiwan God rests on the friendship between Yi and Xia, and the host and guest enjoy the beauty of the southeast.

......"

When these words reached the inner hall, Jia Pingtu suddenly sat up straight, with a serious face, bowed his head and remained silent.

But Su Qingyun's writing didn't stop, he continued to write:

"The time is September, and the order is in the third autumn. The water is exhausted and the cold pool is clear, and the smoke is condensed and the mountains are purple."

"Rainbows extinguish the rain, the colors run through the clouds, the sunset clouds and lone ducks fly together, and the autumn waters are the same color as the sky."

"The fishing boat sings late, the sound of the poor Pengli's shore, the geese are frightened by the cold, and the sound breaks the Hengyang River."

……

"The sky is high and the earth is far away, and the universe is infinite. When happiness is exhausted and sorrow comes, there are countless consciousnesses."

……

When these words reached the inner hall, Jia Pingtu stood up from his chair abruptly!

He only felt that his scalp was numb, his back tightened up and down, and goose bumps came out because of the chills in his body.

"how is this possible?"

"How could such a thing be written by a young man?"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"It's been a lifelong dream of mine to be able to write something like this!"

Jia Pingtu subconsciously grabbed a cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth, squeezed the lighter but did not light it.

In this article, he seems to have seen the rushing water of the Ganjiang River, and saw the overlapping mountains, straight into the sky!

I also saw the sunset followed the river, and the fishing boats sang late, resounding all over the lakeside.

This beautiful picture has already surpassed the realm of manpower!

This is a work of genius!

This is the chant of the gods!

A masterpiece that will stir up thousands of years!
(End of this chapter)