The young man in green untied the rope, and with a "crash" movement, a red shadow instantly opened, and a couplet with flying handwriting appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Looking forward, the saying is: "Wangjiang Tower, watch the river flow, watch the river flow from the Wangjiang Tower, the river tower will last forever, and the river will flow forever."
The young man in green said with a smile: "I only have one request, that is, the second couplet will no longer chant the wind and the moon. It will definitely write the meaning of the rise and fall of the world. Then please everyone brainstorm!"
As soon as the question came out, everyone who was noisy just now suddenly fell silent. Many people held their chins and frowned in thought.
If it is a couple, it is not a difficult task for some people who are used to singing about the wind and the moon. It is just that the second line must express the feeling of the rise and fall of a monk's country, which is a bit difficult.
But at this time, Bai Yuyue thought of his homeland, and suddenly sighed softly, shook his head and said: "It's not difficult to figure it out, but..."
"Just what? This little brother, can you tell me right?"
In fact, Hanshuang's voice was not loud, but as she stood in the front row, and amid the silence, her words could be heard at will.
The young man in green said "Oh" when he heard it, and was a little surprised when he saw Bai Yuyueque's appearance.
She was just wearing old clothes, which were not eye-catching. Due to poor nutrition, she was small and her face had a sickly white complexion. She looked one or two years younger than her actual age. She seemed to be fourteen.
A boy of about 10 years old.
Such a young boy said he could unravel his own pair? The young man in green didn't believe it. However, his good qualities made him ask loudly: "Brother, do you already have the answer in your mind?"
Countless eyes were cast on Bai Yuyue at once, with surprise, disbelief, and doubt. For a time, she became the focus of everyone's eyes.
Bai Yuyue's face remained calm. She had long been used to being stared at. To her, everyone's gaze was no different from the air.
She stood up straight, with no sadness or joy on her face. She just stood up calmly and generously: "I am not talented, but I have a match, but I am too sad..."