Nongmen Jinfeng: Cold-noodled husband and little daughter-in-law

Chapter 824 You Owe Me A Song

"Third brother...he can't compose poetry!" Who knows, Fang Xiaofu flung himself into Fang Zizhan's arms as soon as his cheeks were free, said something coquettishly, and was shocked again.

"Hahahahaha..." This time it was Xu Jiahan's turn to laugh out loud.Xiaoqier is so interesting!
Just now when he saw Ziyuan bullying Xiao Qi'er, he thought it was very fresh, and watched the excitement with his eyes wide open. He didn't expect Ziyuan to ask the little girl to write a poem. At that time, he thought that the bullying was a bit too much.

Unexpectedly, the little girl turned around and sought refuge.

Fang Zizhan, who was embarrassed by the interaction between the second brother and Xiao Qi'er, suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, hugged the little girl and patted her on the back to comfort her: "If you don't, then don't do it. Next time, don't laugh so loudly. If you want to laugh, just laugh." Smile quietly in my heart."

The others endured it for a long time and finally laughed together. Even Zixu felt that what Third Cousin said was very reasonable, so he covered his mouth and laughed endlessly.

Fang Ziyuan glared at the third child with a dark face, and then squinted at Xiao Qi'er: "It's fine if you don't write poetry, let's sing a song, I want to listen to a song about chrysanthemums."

"Second brother, do you think I opened Qingfeng Pavilion? Why did you ask for service from me? Aren't you here to appreciate chrysanthemums and drink? Come, come, I will toast to second brother, and second brother will calm down after drinking it."

"..." Fang Ziyuan looked at the wine glass that was forcefully stuffed into his hand in astonishment, and then saw the bold appearance of the little girl who took the third child's glass and came over to clink glasses with him, and was suddenly stunned speechless.

"You owe me a song." Fang Ziyuan retracted his gaze and murmured, then drank the wine in his glass.

Fang Xiaofu was dumbfounded, when did she owe him a song?A poem?a song?

Fang Ziyuan stopped looking at her, and suggested to everyone that he write a poem on the topic just now to cheer up the wine.

Everyone is a scholar with a temperament, so naturally they will not refuse. At the moment, they are meditating with a cup, or getting up and going to the window to enjoy the scenery, and they are all thinking about how to write a unique wild chrysanthemum poem.

You must know that the proposition here emphasizes wild chrysanthemums, not chrysanthemums, so the scope of their use is limited.

Also because of their seriousness, the atmosphere in the backyard, which was still joyful just now, suddenly turned solemn, with a strong literati atmosphere.Outside the window, when it was not yet dusk, although the sky was a bit dark, it did not affect the scenery in sight.

Fang Xiaofu just said that if she doesn't know how to compose poems, she won't participate in the teenagers' poetry fighting game.At this moment, seeing that the second brother had already walked to the flower hall to set up the table with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he couldn't help but smile.

It is worthy of being the second person in the college examination.

She couldn't help looking at Su Jing, who was leaning against the window and talking to Liu Zefei in a low voice, both of them had smiles on their faces, but neither of them was in a hurry to write a poem, and they didn't know if they had any sentences.

We must know that ancient poets liked to deliberate in addition to being inspired and expressing feelings. There are also many people who are entangled in getting two sentences in three years.I wonder what kind of poets they are?
The voices of the sisters were also lowered, and they were all looking at this side curiously, discussing in a low voice from time to time.

At this time, Zixu ran over with a snack in one hand while eating, and whispered: "Sister Xiaoqier, can you teach me to sing the song of wild chrysanthemum?"

He doesn't know how to compose poetry, and it's boring to watch his brothers think about poetry, so he might as well play with Miss Xiao Qi'er, I haven't heard her sing for a long time.

"Okay." Fang Xiaofu glanced at Fang Zizhan who also stood up, and couldn't help being a little surprised. No one else was in a hurry, what happened to their brothers?Is poetry more important than speed?

But she didn't ask anything.

She thought that impromptu propositions should be relatively common in ancient classrooms, as you can tell by their calm expressions after receiving the propositions.This is true whether in the city or in the country or in a neighboring town.

She got up and draped Zixu's shoulders, and the two of them walked out of the private room, went out through the back door and sat down in the flower-appreciating pavilion. After thinking about it, they thought of an easy-to-sing "Wild Chrysanthemum" and sang it.

"Walking through a field of yellow mud, there is a wild flower on the ground, the branch is blooming, and new sprouts are being added next to it. There is a row of bamboo fences in front, a farmhouse with a thatched house, three parts of the vegetable garden and three parts of the field, growing vegetables and flowers... "

"Wild chrysanthemum, wild chrysanthemum, this is your home. Chrysanthemum shook her head gently, this is not my home..." The lyrics are a bit long, but the melody and lyrics are easy to understand. Fang Xiaofu sang slowly, and Zixu sang along slowly up.

"Wild chrysanthemum, wild chrysanthemum, where is your home? Swaying gently with the current, my home is at the end of the sky..." After singing more than three times, Zixu can slowly keep up with the rhythm.

On the premise that there is no reference to the lyrics, it is really good that a four-year-old child can have this ability to learn to sing.But why are there more voices behind me?
Fang Xiaofu turned around and saw people crowded in front of the window, some sisters crowded in front of the window, some ran to the veranda, but they didn't come to her side so she didn't know.

At the other window, Xu Jiahan leaned against the window with a fascinated face and flapped the fan in his hand, while Fang Ziyuan leaned on the other side with a smile and looked at her lazily.

She moved her eyes to look for Fang Zizhan and the others, and saw them standing at the back door, looking at her through the figures of the little sisters.

Fang Xiaofu showed a bright smile, and continued to sing, and when Zixu and the sisters could continue singing freely, she stopped singing, got up and walked to Fang Zizhan and asked with a smile: "Aren't you composing poetry? Why do you come here?" gone?"

"I've already completed my mission. Of course I came here to find you." Fang Zizhan said with gentle eyes, "This song has a poetic mood, just like this wild chrysanthemum."

"Well, it not only has the simple temperament of our country, but also the nobleness and elegance that people in the city like." Fang Xiaofu grinned as he spoke, and turned his head to look for the figure of the second brother, hoping he didn't hear, otherwise he would run away again up.

Seeing her like this, Fang Zizhan chuckled, stretched out his fingers and tapped her forehead lightly, and then led her back to the backyard.The singing voice in the corridor outside is still singing over and over again, as if practicing.

Seeing them coming in, Fang Ziyuan walked over with a smile: "Little Qi'er, come over and have a look at Second Brother's poems."

"Second brother is quick-witted and highly educated. The poems he writes must be fragrant in the shabby room, lingering in the aftertaste, and can be traced back to the past and present..."

"Okay, sycophant, whoever listens to your rambling nonsense, come quickly!" Fang Ziyuan gave Fang Xiaofu an annoyed look, and the scholars next to him suppressed their stomachaches with laughter.

Fang Xiaofu walked over, and Xu Jiahan immediately moved over, pulled out his poem and put it on the top: "Xiao Qier, look at mine! Does mine have the fragrance of a shabby room, lingering aftertaste..."

"Go cool off!" Fang Ziyuan stretched out his hand to push Xu Jiahan's head away, and stuffed his poems under a stack of papers. He looked at Fang Xiaofu and urged, "Quick, you can recognize the characters of the second brother." .”

Fang Xiaofu had no choice but to pick up Fang Ziyuan's poem and read it, then glanced at him, and decided to give a fair comment.

(End of this chapter)