Kang Lieguang and others took Fang into a small pavilion by the lake.
It was only after seven o'clock at this time, and there were still very few people.
The sun has fully emerged, and the fresh light shines on the lake, which is mind-blowing.
In the pavilion, after everyone sat down in a circle, Kang Lieguang called a waiter and gave some instructions.
After a while, several beautiful women in cheongsam brought some cold dishes and snacks.
Kang Lieguang raised his hand to greet everyone: "Eat something first to fill your stomach. Hot dishes will be served shortly."
Hearing this, Fang Jin picked up a chopstick of cold pig ears, stuffed it into his mouth, and started eating.
The others smiled and nodded, with strange lights shining in their eyes.
After a while, the hot food was not served, but the wine was served first.
It was only then that Fang Jin realized something.
Kang Lieguang poured the wine and said with a smile: "Xiao Fang, you are a young man, you can drink! We old men can't compete with you..."
For a moment, Fang Jin's alarm bells rang in his heart.
This flattering rhetoric, this stormy atmosphere, and this behavior of pouring wine...
That's right! These old men are going to seduce me!
Fang Jin hurriedly said: "Mr. Kang, please don't say that. I don't have much tolerance for alcohol. I will vomit after just one drink. Besides, I had a cold when I got up last night."
Kang Lieguang was stunned for a moment and said regretfully: "I have a cold, so I can't drink this kind of thing anymore."
"Yes, yes, it's such a pity." Fang Jin just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Kang Lieguang calling for a waiter.
Kang Lieguang ordered: "Bring a bottle of Shaodaozi wine and boil it again."
The receptionist nodded: "Okay, please wait a moment."
After the receptionist left, Kang Lieguang said to Fang Jin, whose face was covered with black lines: "If you have a cold, drink hot wine to warm yourself up."
Fang Jin: "..."
Thank you so much.
After a while, the hot dishes and hot wine were served.
Kang Lieguang picked up a glass of wine, stood up and said, "Let's get started, I'll go first."
With a grunt, he drank a glass of wine.
Kang Lieguang looked at Fang Jin and said with a smile: "Let Xiao Fang do it next. Either drink, sing, or compose poetry. It's up to you."
Fang Jin stood up and said, "Then let me sing a song."
Fang Jin sang "Blue and White Porcelain".
After singing, Fang Jin looked at Zhen Xian and said, "Mr. Zhen will come next."
"Okay." Zhen Xian did not drink. He left his seat, walked to the desk next to him, leaned over and wrote a poem of his own.
After finishing writing, Zhen Xian read it again.
Everyone applauded. Although the quality of the poem could only be considered average, it had a clear structure and neat contrasts, and it sounded like the same thing.
After Zhen Xian sat down, the other party came forward and said, "You woke me up, and I have to wake you up too. We should reciprocate!"
Fang Jin had no choice but to stand up again and sang another song.
It is impossible to drink alcohol. Fang Jin still understands that drinking can cause trouble.
After singing a song, Fang Jin called out someone casually.
The man simply drank a glass of wine, smacked it in his mouth twice, and said, "I want to hear someone sing. Comrade Xiao Fang, please do another one."
Fang Jin: "..."
So blatant?
Can't you change someone else's fault?
In desperation, Fang Jin stood up again and sang a song, then called the next person.
The next person drank a glass of wine. After finishing the drink, he said angrily: "How can you keep calling me Xiaofang? Isn't this bullying? Old Man Zhen is next!"
Hearing this, Fang Jin was deeply moved.
What a good man!
Finally stopped calling me.
I saw Zhen Xian saying leisurely: "Poetry writers have the right to rest for nine rounds. It's useless for you to ask me."
The man slapped his head: "Oh, I forgot this rule, so there's nothing I can do... Let Xiao Fang do it."
Fang Jin was confused: "What?"
Just recognize me, right?
etc……
Fang Jin suddenly noticed something.
I understand, these old guys are here just for the poems in my head!
Thinking of this, Fang Jin said helplessly: "Everyone, this is boring. I really don't understand poetry. Last night's "Autumn Poems" was just something I thought of accidentally. You know, the article is made by nature.
I got it by chance, but no matter how hard you try, you can't force it out."
Everyone present was stunned at the same time and lowered their heads in deep thought.
The article is written by nature, but it comes from a clever hand...
The next moment, everyone present began to breathe quickly.
Doesn’t this force it out?
Good boy, you have too many poems to hide, right?
"Ahem." Zhen Xian suppressed the restlessness in her heart, looked at Fang Jin innocently, and said: "Comrade Fang Jin, it makes no sense for you to say this. How can this be called force? The rule of the Three Yin Association is
In this way, we are not targeting anyone. Moreover, we are not forcing you to write poetry, right? You can also sing and drink."
Fang Jin: "..."
Are you still shameless? Can you say this?
"Okay, don't talk so much." Kang Lieguang said: "Since Xiao Fang is not ready yet, let's jump over him first this time. Then call someone else."
The man nodded: "Then old man Kang, come on..."
Seeing that it was not him anymore, Fang Jin breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a big lobster with his chopsticks and popped it into his mouth.
There were reasons why Fang Jin didn't want to take out the poems in his mind, and the most important reason was that it was difficult to explain.
Because there are allusions in most poems, and some poems are even written just for the allusions. Most of the allusions in my original world are inconsistent with the allusions in this world, and it is a trivial matter that the explanation does not make sense. If I were to be
If someone with intentions captures it and slices it for research, it will be over.
Moreover, once these poems are taken out, it will inevitably cause a stir, which is inconsistent with Fang Jin's low-key and humble character.
Everyone has nine years of compulsory education, so I can't be so good.
Just when Fang Jin was thinking wildly, he suddenly heard someone calling him: "Xiao Fang, come on."
Fang Jin rolled his eyes.
Okay, it’s starting again.
Fang Jin happened to be thirsty, so he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Then, the next person said: "Comrade Xiaofang, it's you who do it."
Fang Jin hesitated for a moment, then stood up and sang a song.
then.
"Xiao Fang..."
Fang Jin: "..."
Is Madhu finished?
Seeing that this was not the way to go, Fang Jin asked helplessly: "If I compose poetry, can I rest for nine rounds?"
Everyone was overjoyed: "Of course!"
People are forced to come out, it’s impossible not to force them!
As soon as she heard that Fang Jin was about to compose a poem, Zhen Xian quickly walked to the desk, picked up the pen, and pricked up her ears.
From now on, I, Zhen Xian, will be Fang Jin’s dedicated ghostwriter!
"Then let me sing "Ode to the Goose." Fang Jin took a deep breath and recited a poem quickly: "Goose, goose, goose, the song is singing to the sky. The white hair is floating on the green water, and the red palms are clear.
Wave."
Fang Jin's original intention was to recite a poem to scare them away, after all, he wouldn't be able to eat well if he continued like this.
But it's different in the eyes of others.
With such a perfunctory tone and such an impatient expression, one could tell at a glance that Fang Jin was speaking casually and subconsciously.
However, just by saying it casually, he actually composed an excellent poem!
What a boy! I really have you!
Zhen Xian wrote down the poem at a very fast speed, then read it again and marveled: "This poem...(omitted)"
Others left the table one after another and gathered in front of the desk to read the poems and discuss them animatedly.
Fang Jin took this opportunity to clean up the food on the table.
When the discussion was almost over, everyone looked at Fang Jin as if they were looking at a golden mountain.
Everyone sat back in their seats and the three chants continued.
At this time, many people were already sitting in the small pavilion where Fang Jin was, and they all looked at this "alternative" table with interest.
After all, the other tables were either chatting with each other or exchanging business blows. How could anyone be singing and writing poetry like this?
More importantly, the singing is so beautiful and the poetry is excellent!
When they heard Fang Jin reciting the poem "Ode to the Goose", the people watching on the sidelines were in a trance.
So is this what the Sanyin Society is really like?
The level is too high!
Fang Jin was munching on a big pork chop and watching the people on the table drink one after another.
I drank nine rounds in a short time.
After the last person finished drinking, he couldn't wait to speak out: "I'm old, let the young people be next. Comrade Xiao Fang, how are you preparing?"
Fang Jin was speechless: "It won't be like this. Let's have a good meal first and talk about poetry later, okay?"
Kang Lieguang said a little drunkenly: "Xiao Fang is right, how can you target others like this? We are not in a hurry...I will also sing a song! We can't let this kid steal all the limelight!"
With that said, Kang Lieguang left his seat and walked to the desk, picked up a pen and started writing a poem.
While Kang Lieguang was writing poetry, Fang Jin took out his cell phone and checked the time.
It's already nine o'clock, I have to find a chance to sneak out quickly!
At this time, Kang Lieguang finished his poem and was receiving praise from everyone.
Kang Lieguang looked at Fang Jin with a smile: "Xiao Fang, what do you think of this poem?"
Fang couldn't help but nodded: "Very good, very good!"
Kang Lieguang asked again: "What's so good about it?"
Fang Jin: “Anywhere is good!”
Kang Lieguang: "..."
You brat, you are perfunctory with me, right?
Do you look down on me? Or do you look down on my poems?
Kang Lieguang said with some dissatisfaction: "Then you can also compose a song. I want to see if you are really awesome!"
"Why is it my turn again?" Fang Jin said helplessly, "After finishing this poem, I have to go to the toilet."
Kang Lieguang: "You do it first and then say anything else."
Instantly, everyone's attention was focused on Fang Jin.
What kind of surprise will this young man who has repeatedly achieved miracles bring this time?
Zhen Xian held the brush in hand and took a pose.
Fang Jin thought for a while and said, "Let's write a poem about homesickness. The name of the poem is "Thoughts on a Quiet Night."
Just listening to the title of the poem, those present felt the taste.
Quiet night thoughts.
The title of the poem is wonderful, just three words can make people have endless reveries.
So what kind of poem would this be?
In the silence where one could hear the drop of a needle, Fang Jin chanted in a measured tone: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is probably due to the frost on the ground."
Fang Jin paused for a moment, and waited for Zhen Xian to write down these two sentences before he read the next sentence aloud: "Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown."
After reading the poem, people felt that the scenery in front of them suddenly lost its color.
People felt the chill of the cold autumn night and the silver-white moonlight from a foreign country.
People think of everything in their hometown and their relatives at home.
Thinking, thinking, his head gradually lowered, completely immersed in contemplation.
A short four-line poem, written in a fresh and simple way, as clear as words.
The composition is meticulous and profound, and can be chanted without any trace.
The content is simple, yet rich; the content is easy to understand, yet inexhaustible.
For a long time, one person exclaimed: "This poem is so awesome!!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone agreed: "It's absolutely true!"
"Even though I don't understand poetry, I think this poem is very good!"
"This poem is completely natural. Only the immortals in the sky can compose this kind of poem!"
"..."
In front of the desk, Zhen Xian carefully picked up the rice paper with still wet ink, and almost fainted.
This poem that can be passed down through the ages was actually written by myself?
It is conceivable that the four-foot-eight familiar poem in my hand will become the original derivative of this poem, appearing in the eyes of the world, appearing in history books, and enduring in the long river of time without fading after thousands of years.
!
Passed down through the ages!
Zhen Xian was trembling all over, her lips were opening and closing, and she couldn't say a word.
Kang Lieguang recited this poem over and over again in a low voice, and finally sighed: "It is full of ancient meanings and wonderful both ancient and modern!"
He looked up at Fang Jin's seat, but saw only an empty seat.
Kang Lieguang: "Where are the people..."
Someone replied: "I went to the bathroom."
Kang Lieguang thought of Fang Jin's various behaviors and immediately realized that this guy was probably urinating.
Just run away after showing off?
How is this possible?!
Kang Lieguang suddenly stood up and said with a dark face: "Let's go! Follow me and arrest Fang in!"