Chapter 372: Residual words and half sentences, beyond the vastness
Yu Qing was dissatisfied because she had seen what truly good works were. Compared with Bai Song's lyrics, they were like Yinghuo and his bright moon competing for brilliance.
Even if it were grandpa, even if we took out every famous person who had appeared in history, no one would be able to create such a work!
In Yu Qing's heart, this is a treasure boy, a treasure boy who belongs to the Tang Dynasty. He should not be buried!
Yu Qing wanted to speak out, and wanted to give the entire poem exclusively to everyone present through his own mouth!
At this time, Bai Song, who was involved, had followed the two brothers and left the classroom indifferently, walked into the courtyard, and walked towards the entrance of the school.
Today's examiner knew the identity of this little brother Yu Qing. He walked over with a smile and pointed at Bai Song: "No need to argue anymore. He is indeed somewhat talented, but who among the people here doesn't have some talent? This
It is your decision, sir, and it cannot be changed since it has been exported."
"But……"
"Little sister, it's too late today, go to bed early."
Yu Qing was about to speak but stopped. Bai Song's shocking works cannot be known to everyone. Her heart was filled with panic, but everyone had already dispersed, so what was the point of speaking out?
"I...I'm going to find grandpa!"
"Little sister, don't be ridiculous, what time has it been!"
"I don't care, I must see grandpa tonight!"
After saying that, Yu Qing waved his hand and ran towards the inner courtyard willfully.
The examiner looked at Yu Qing's back and shook his head helplessly.
Suddenly, the examiner thought of something and ran to the entrance of the college anxiously. Looking at the dark long street and the gray figures on the street, he shouted loudly: "Remember, Yongxing College will be at the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival."
School will start later, August 17th, don’t forget it.”
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"August seventeenth..."
Bai Song silently recited this date and gently opened the curtain of the carriage parked opposite the college.
Bai Song's hands and feet were very light, and the moment she opened the curtain was the scent of Qing'er. In the dark night, the woman in white in the sedan was made gray. The moonlight cast in, revealing the snow-white corners of the skirt, and the even fairer one.
With a pair of small feet, the whole girl was like a water lily hiding in the shadows. She was so quiet and motionless that she didn't notice Bai Song's arrival, leaving only a faint night fragrance.
The night was deep, but Bai Song's heart was in a state of excitement. Looking at the little feet that were exposed in the wind, his hands were itchy and he felt greedy. He lowered his head and said nothing, and came over to hold it and squeeze it.
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At this moment, the coachman outside woke up and snored subconsciously: "Oh, the young master is back."
The driver's voice startled the sleeping girl inside, and her crystal clear feet retracted into her skirt, making Bai Song jump away, which made people feel disappointed.
But the girl inside was completely unaware of the man's indiscretion. She rubbed her eyes, yawned, and asked in a sleepy voice: "Master, is it finally over?"
"it's over."
"What was the result?"
"Looking at me coming back so late, what do you think of the result?"
Qing'er covered her mouth and smiled in the car: "Qing'er has already inquired and understood that the young master has been selected into the academy. Returning late is just a matter of deciding the seat. I wonder where the young master is ranked?"
"Hey!" Bai Song sighed, "The last one, fifteen."
"It doesn't matter, fifteen is fifteen, as long as you get in. It's an unexpected surprise that the young master can be selected into Yongxing Academy."
"You look down on me so much?"
"Um...I didn't mean that, um..."
Qing'er looked a little embarrassed and was eager to explain, but Bai Song got into the car and pushed aside.
"You're just kidding. Hurry up and drive back to rest. School doesn't start until August 17th. I still have more than half a month to play, so I have to hurry up."
The coachman was so sleepy that he didn't even bother to shout. He flicked his whip and the carriage slowly started to move.
Bai Song opened the car curtain and looked at the night sky in the capital. As the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, the bright moon was shining brighter and purer.
This was the first night in the ancient capital of Chang'an, and during this day, Bai Song's appearance did not change at all, but his heart had changed.
Only he himself knew the slight changes in himself. He looked at the long night road and the boundless stars and moon, muttering to himself and reciting a poem: "The stars look like they are not last night, for whom is the wind dew standing at midnight?"
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Next to her was the sound of Qing'er yawning. The girl dragged her exhausted body and said in an inaudible voice: "Young Master's poems are so good..."
After a simple sentence, his soft body leaned forward and handed everything into Bai Song's arms.
Bai Song held the beauty in his arms, lowered the car curtain, and responded with the same small voice: "It's not my poem, I copied it... Only then did I dare to copy it..."
After thinking about it, Bai Song closed his eyes and formed a new painting with the whole world.
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Under the same star and moon, Yongxing Academy has no peace.
The persistent little girl broke into her grandfather's room and stubbornly wanted him to listen to her read a poem.
Outside the room, the examiner and Yu Ji had no choice but to wait, not daring to speak loudly.
Yu Shinan was in a good mood. Although he was extremely sleepy, he still said patiently: "If you have any good poems, just read them and listen to them."
Yu Qing took off her hair tie and shook out her long, soft and shiny hair like a waterfall, revealing the softness of a woman. Her voice became more graceful, but she frowned and thought hard, only listening to those words.
On and off...
"When will the bright moon... come out? I'll ask... the wine to ask the blue sky. I don't know the sky... the palace in the sky. What year is it tonight? I want... I want... I want..."
After saying just one sentence, Yu Qing found that he was stuck.
She had just glanced at Bai Song's lyrics before, but how could she remember them all? She just recited them silently twice in her mind, and immediately regarded them as the works of heaven and man, and she was shocked.
Now I finally have the opportunity to read it out in front of others. I wanted to shock my grandpa, but I didn’t expect that I couldn’t remember it after I read it out!
But Yu Qing was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes, and she pulled her hair with both hands until the skin almost fell off.
"I want, I want...what do I want! Oh! Yu Qingqing, Yu Qingqing, why are you so useless! Why can't you remember such good lyrics!"
Yu Qing was about to cry but had no tears, and was jumping around in the room.
Yu Shinan was a little curious. He had never seen his granddaughter behave like this before, so he had to patiently comfort him: "Don't be anxious, think about it slowly..."
"I want, I want... Oops, grandpa, I can't remember, what should I do! Wuwuwu..."
Now Yu Qing was really crying, grabbing her hair and feeling extremely depressed.
"Okay, okay, it's just a poem, don't mind it so much."
"How can you not mind? This is the best and unique lyric work in the world! It was written by Bai Song, I have read it! Even though he erased it, it was definitely written by him! This Bai Song is a genius, a genius
Genius is the number one genius in the world! Grandpa, you can’t rank him last, he must have great potential!”
"Bai Song's lyrics..." Yu Shinan half-squinted his eyes, already having a guess in his mind.
This Yu Shinan keeps saying that he doesn't care about the students' talents, but after all, Yu Shinan is a contemporary great scholar. How can he not like to learn from talented people? If this close disciple can have real talents and learning, it will be the icing on the cake.
Yu Shinan also wanted to see what kind of work he wrote in the final exam that could make his granddaughter, who has a high level of ambition, be so obsessed with it?
But Yu Qing really couldn't think of it anymore. Yu Ji's voice came from outside: "Little sister, come out quickly and don't disturb grandpa's sleep."
Yu Qing was dejected and left the room dejectedly. She was immediately pushed away by her brother, muttering: "You, you, are getting more and more presumptuous."
Yu Qing didn't listen at all. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and shouted happily: "Ha, I remember! I want to ride the wind back, but I'm afraid that the high places are not... no... it's too cold... oops
, I can’t remember the rest..."
"Little sister, what are you reading?"
"Read poetry!"
"You have no beginning and no end. What are you thinking about? Go to bed quickly! Grandpa is being disturbed!"
The two brothers and sisters were chattering, thinking that the old man inside had fallen asleep.
The two of them didn't know that the lights in Yu Shinan's room stayed on for a long time. Instead, they took out a pen and paper after a quiet moment and wrote down the words Yu Qing said out of exhaustion.
When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade buildings will be too cold at high places...
"hiss……"
When Yu Shinan read out the verses from his granddaughter in a low voice and coherently, the old man couldn't help but gasp!
Although this is a incomplete piece of work, many extraordinary features can be seen in these few words.
"Lift your head and sing, with a majestic spirit that transcends the dust..."
Yu Shinan muttered something silently, leaving behind his first impression of the lyrics, quietly tore off the paper and threw it into the fire.
Looking at the little flying stars lit by the fire, Yu Shinan sighed helplessly: "It's a pity that the court cannot accommodate talented people. Even if you have great talent, you can't expose it to the world. This poem, regardless of whether it is complete or not,
I will never let it be made public, nor will I let it be signed by the Bai Song Dynasty!"
[The author has something to say]
Eh? This update suddenly came again! Hey, I just wrote it for fun.