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Chapter 258 I knew you wanted to take my lighter!
Zhuang Han raised his arm and called out, and immediately many scholars and writers followed him and came to the stage:
"Mr. Zhuang, let me go first!"

I saw a man with disheveled hair and ancient costume walking onto the stage with a brush in his hand.

Then, under the main building of Tengwang Pavilion, he wrote lines of vigorous and powerful characters:
【One-day tour of Tengwang Pavilion】

【Spring is in the air, with azaleas blooming on the hillsides, and we climb the stairs along the trail. 】

【The Milky Way leads people to seek the rock waterfall and the poetry pavilion. 】

【The shadow of the dragon's spine is admired and commented by the guests of Shizhu. 】

[The fragrance of flowers fills the temple valley, and my stomach growls when I return home. ]

How could a poet who had the confidence to walk up to the main building of Tengwang Pavilion have poor literary accomplishment?
When the words "Spring is in the air, the azaleas are blooming on the hills, and the steps are slowly ascending" appeared,

Immediately, it attracted the attention of people around.

"This poem seems pretty good, right?"

In the last days of the ancient Dharma,
There are very few people who can understand ancient Chinese.

There are even fewer literati who can write poetry in ancient Chinese.

There is no doubt that the poem "Thoughts on a One-Day Tour of Tengwang Pavilion" written by this scholar on stage is an extremely rare and excellent work even in ancient times!
While everyone was discussing this, as if he was itching to show off his skills,
In front of the exhibition hall, there immediately appeared another pretty girl from the south of the Yangtze River, holding an ink-wash fan and walking lightly onto the stage:

"Since everyone is in such high spirits today, I will also show my ugliness."

She walked up to the main building of Tengwang Pavilion, holding a brush, and wrote lines of beautiful words on rice paper:

[Beautiful Tengwang Pavilion]

【Between the soaring clouds, the rising sun dispels all the haziness. The mirror-like water carries the magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers. The slanting sunlight awakens the sleeping mountain city. The chirping of hundreds of birds breaks the peaceful sky. The red water is full of affection, nurturing the style of Echeng. The weeping willows accompany, and the carriages and horses turn into dragons and people are endless. 】

[Just like this, the mountains gather in Echeng, the beautiful scenery is hard to take in, and the heart and emotions are accompanied by the red water...]

Different from the previous poet who focused on ancient words,
The calligraphy and paintings written by this Jiangnan woman are modern language.

In modern literature, such poetry is called prose.

In focusing on the description of the scenery,
The artistic conception of this essay can be said to be expressed beautifully...

As soon as the Jiangnan woman stopped writing, an old man with a kind face stood up behind her:
"I am here too..."

The old man, who was over 70 years old, walked up to the stage tremblingly, and then

He wrote the next line of words in a very fluent manner.

【Thoughts after visiting the Southern Tengwang Pavilion】

【Fly south to Tengwang Pavilion, the flower and bamboo road is dangerous. 】

[Looking far from the fairy pavilion, the fog on the shore blocks the thousands of lakes. 】

【The ancient town is full of costumes, and the peaks and terraces are filled with old customs. 】

【He took up arms and sought a pillow, and the effect seemed not to be unique. 】

As the saying goes-

Everything is difficult at the beginning!
However, once something has started, the next things will naturally become easier.

With the first literati coming to power, there will naturally be a second, a third, a fourth...

Every scholar who went on stage to write poetry seemed to be slapping Lin Feng in the face.

In terms of identity,

You, Lin Feng, are praised so highly,

But, now there are so many people with lower status than you who dare to go on stage to write poems, but you, Lin Feng, don't dare?
What is this?
Every scholar who walked down from the main building of Tengwang Pavilion would take a deep look in the direction of Lin Feng before stepping off the stage.

The meaning of that look was also very clear—

"I dare to go on stage and write poetry, but you, Lin Feng, don't dare?"

Facing the greetings from everyone,
Lin Feng didn't blush at all and continued doing what he was doing.

I didn't feel uncomfortable at all because of the questioning looks from others.

It’s time to smoke. It’s time to drink tea.

When I see a poem that I find amazing,

Some people may even applaud the poet: "Well done, well written!"

The scholars and writers sitting around Lin Feng and watching were all a little confused at this moment:

"No, does this person really have no shame?"

"Can't you see that everyone despises him?" "Isn't this shameless a little too thick?"

Everyone, when stepping onto the stage, bears different pressures and plays different roles.

For example, the higher the status of a person in the literary world, the more likely he is to be outshined by the poems written by some unknown poets.

It would be really embarrassing if this happened.

And Lin Feng, because of his previous actions, undoubtedly announced to everyone——

Among the literati on the scene, he has the highest status!
Just like this, you dare not go on stage? ?

Feeling the strange gazes of the crowd,
Qi Guoqiang happily came to Lin Feng and laughed a few times:
"Little guy, this situation seems to be a bit unfavorable for you."

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"What do you want to say?"

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Qi Guoqiang, "What can I say?"

Speaking of which,

As if remembering something,
Lin Feng looked at Qi Guoqiang with sudden enlightenment:

"But don't tell me, I seem to remember one thing, and I want to ask you."

Thinking that Lin Feng had suddenly become enlightened, Qi Guoqiang raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Feng: "What do you want to ask?"

"I want to ask..."

Lin Feng looked thoughtful:
"I would like to ask, after the grand ceremony is over, the organizer of Tengwang Pavilion——"

"Does it care about food?"

The situation is so urgent, and you are still worrying about whether to take care of the food?
Lin Feng's nonchalant attitude also made Qi Guoqiang feel uncomfortable.

But who is Qi Guoqiang?
Obviously, he already knew Lin Feng's character.
No matter how surprising Lin Feng's actions are.

He wouldn't find it strange.
"I don't know whether the organizer will invite me to dinner or not." Qi Guoqiang looked at Lin Feng with a smile, "However, after this event, if you want to have a meal, then I can treat you, but--"

"The premise is that you can eat it."

In Qi Guoqiang's opinion, if Lin Feng could still eat despite being looked down upon by so many scholars and writers, then what's wrong with me treating you to a meal?
But after hearing what Qi Guoqiang said, Lin Feng suddenly felt strange:
"Can't eat?"

"Is there anything I can't eat?"

"Please treat me to a meal, and we'll make it a deal!"

After saying this,

Lin Feng extended two fingers towards Qi Guoqiang. Qi Guoqiang immediately felt puzzled:
"No, what are you doing?"

Lin Feng rolled his eyes and got straight to the point:
"Have a cigarette!"

"Also, can you lend me another light?"

"I don't have any fire on me."

Qi Guoqiang looked a little surprised: "Good fellow,"

"It seems that you are after the half pack of special supplies in my pocket, right?"

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and threw it to Lin Feng.

Just as Qi Guoqiang took out his lighter and wanted to light a cigarette for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng snatched the lighter from his hand: "No, I'll do it myself."

With a "click" sound, the cigarette was lit.

Then Lin Feng put the lighter into his pocket very naturally.

This set of movements is smooth and smooth.

As Lin Feng puffed out smoke, he praised again and again: "This special cigarette is so delicious!"

Qi Guoqiang came over quietly and said:

"Change the subject?"

"Don't think I don't know, you kid—"

"Just want to use my lighter!"

(End of this chapter)