Shui Tiao Ge Tou is famous all over the world and has spread throughout the north and south.
After several years of fermentation, this work has become a benchmark work of historical significance, unprecedented and unprecedented.
Compared with the lyrics itself, the author of Shui Tiao Ge Tou is much less famous, but that doesn’t mean that no one knows about it.
There are so many Bai Song Dynasties in the world, who would have thought that a certain Bai Song Dynasty is the real Bai Song Dynasty?
I heard that this was Bai Song, the author of Shui Tiao Ge Tou, and it was like meeting an idol.
He is a great god in the hearts of literati in the world, and everyone who sees him must worship him.
But the Song Xifeng in front of him was a kind-hearted person. Although his heart was surging, he had to appear extremely calm.
It was just that the first sentence was a little surprising, but the rest of the words gradually became calmer.
"I have admired it for a long time, Shui Tiao Ge Tou is a masterpiece. I wanted to go to Chang'an to visit Mr. Bai, but I didn't expect Mr. Bai to come in person. How can I be embarrassed?"
Song Xifeng said, holding out his chest and making a gesture of invitation: "Come on, come on, I will take care of Mr. Bai."
Bai Song didn't say much, and let Song Xifeng lead the way, and soon they arrived at the largest restaurant in Yangzhou City.
It was dinner time in the evening, but there was no one in the restaurant. Song Xifeng stood in front and introduced to Bai Song: "I've booked the restaurant tonight. Mr. Bai likes to eat and drink. There will be more later."
Many literati from the Jiangnan area come here, so we must use literature to make friends."
"Mr. Song, why are you so embarrassed?"
"Eh? What's wrong? Mr. Bai is also a young and talented man. It's rare for him to come to Jiangnan. If I don't make him feel at home, he won't be said to be neglectful by the world's literati. Mr. Bai will sit down first, and the guests will come soon.
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As he said, a bunch of friends came soon.
There were only a dozen people gathered around a table in the huge restaurant. The shopkeeper and the waiter recognized Song Xifeng and trembled with fear, fearing that something would happen.
Mr. Song was in a very good mood today and hurriedly introduced Bai Song during the dinner.
A group of brothers were all amazed after hearing this.
Bai Song was also observing. He found that the people around Song Xifeng were not martial arts people. They were all young men from various families, and there were also some children from poor families who were good at fawning over. That was all, but they were very much in line with the feeling of a playboy.
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That such a person can join the Yangzhou Gang and be given an extremely important position only shows that the power behind this person is very huge, and even the Yangzhou Gang must give him some face.
Someone asked during the dinner: "Mr. Bai, besides Shui Tiao Ge Tou, do you have any other poems? Why don't you take them out for everyone to admire and learn from..."
"Yes, it's rare that Mr. Bai is here. How can it be justified if Mr. Bai is not allowed to compose a poem?"
A group of people booed one after another, and it was difficult for Bai Song to do what he did: "How dare I show my shame in front of Young Master Song?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. Although they were Song Xifeng's lackeys, they all knew how much Song Xifeng weighed.
Mr. Bai said this in a very sincere tone, and it didn't sound like he was fawning.
With Mr. Bai's talent, he has surpassed the boss dozens of times, so how can he say that he dare not show his embarrassment?
These words made Song Xifeng feel embarrassed. This person had never been embarrassed before, but he was licked so harshly by Bai Song, and his heart felt a little moist.
"Mr. Bai, please don't refuse. It's a rare opportunity, why don't you show it off?"
Jiumei and Shangguanyi were treated as followers and followed Bai Song. They followed and watched all the way, but they couldn't see what Bai Song was doing.
Regarding this matter, Bai Song had already thought of a poem and recited it slowly: "A luminous cup of fine grape wine. If you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Lord Moxiao is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?"
"Glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine. If you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times..."
Song Xifeng repeated it slowly, and everyone else was stunned.
The banquet suddenly became quiet, and everyone was shocked and speechless by this casual work. This group of people wanted to answer the question and praise them, but they couldn't even think of the words to praise them, and they wanted to praise them more elegantly.
But unable to organize language.
At the end, someone I don’t know, closed his eyes and waved his hand suddenly, shouting: “Okay!”
A group of people were waking up from a dream, imitating each other, and kept shouting "Hello".
A group of illiterate people pretending to be scholars, the result is so embarrassing.
After a long time of applause from the crowd, Bai Song finally found an opportunity and took the initiative to say: "Master Song, since we make friends through literature, can't you also compose a poem?"
"This..." Song Xifeng was speechless. Although he thought highly of himself, compared with Bai Song, the gap was too obvious. In front of Bai Song, he did not dare to show his shame.
"Mr. Song, what's wrong?"
"This, this... Let's have a drink. Come on, come on. Mr. Bai is indeed a genius of the world. I'll toast you with another drink."
Bai Song didn't say anything more and drank the wine.
After drinking for a while, Bai Song got another chance: "Master Song, just write a poem."
"Come, come, drink, drink..."
After a while, Bai Song brought up the old matter again, but Song Xifeng changed the topic.
Three times in a row, Song Xifeng always talked about him, but Bai Song didn't mention him again.
But Bai Song's proposal took root in his heart. When the banquet was over, Song Xifeng became drunk, feeling a little dizzy and feeling a little dizzy.
Then he suddenly said: "Mr. Bai, I have a poem that I am most satisfied with, and I would like you to comment on it. Spring rain is as precious as oil, and it flows all over the street. If you fall down, you will laugh at a herd of cattle."
"Hahaha……"
As soon as the poem came out, the brothers at the table couldn't help laughing.
This is really Song Xifeng's most unparalleled work, the only one that is good enough.
I don’t know how many times I have said this in front of my brothers.
When I recited this poem in the past, the brothers were very sober and naturally praised it in all kinds of ways.
But today, people at the table drank a lot, and everyone was in a daze.
The key point is that Bai Songgang has a piece of work that is so shocking that people are speechless. Comparing it with Song Xifeng's works, it is simply not too funny.
This time, everyone revealed their true thoughts without any comments, only laughter without any scruples.
Seeing this situation, Song Xifeng couldn't help it, and his already red face suddenly turned purple.
"What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at?"
"Boss, your poem makes our ears ring with numbness."
“I didn’t expect that it would have a different flavor when I listened to it today.”
"But it's still funny!"
"Hahaha……"
A group of younger brothers were so excited that they actually sang and joked together like this.
Song Xifeng felt humiliated, especially in front of the author of Shui Tiao Ge Tou, so he threw his wine glass to the ground: "Who is trying to laugh?"
In an instant, the laughter at the table subsided, and everyone realized the seriousness of the matter and looked at Song Xifeng uneasily.
Seeing that Song Xifeng was about to explode, Bai Song stood up solemnly and bowed his hands deeply towards Song Xifeng: "Young Master Song is a great talent, I am not as good as him."
