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Lifting his feet and leaving his seat, the birthday celebration hall fell into silence, and at this moment, through the window, a round of bright moon hangs high in the sky, singing to the wine, and a song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" brews emotions, and narrates "When is the bright moon?" Yes? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don’t know the palace in the sky, what year is it?”

In the silent field, only Su Qingyun's voice brewing emotions pierced the air and spread to everyone's ears. The eyes of the principal, Professor Chen and others bloomed with brilliance. This word, this artistic conception, this charm , plus today's bright moon is high and suspenseful!
Wonderful! !
Vice President Chen of the Tianhai Writers Association also had a bright light in his eyes, this time it was really not easy, this Su Qingyun is amazing.

As for the many student representatives of Tianhai, especially the cute girls who folded their hands together, their big flickering eyes were full of fascination. Su Lingban's beautiful eyes widened again, and her heart took a deep breath. This big villain When will he be able to write poetry again? What a good thing this bastard still has to hide from himself.

When Song Linger's heart was pounding, Su Qingyun took another step, one step forward, the bright moonlight outside the window poured on his handsome face, bending it slightly, at this moment he looked very much like the handsome man in the painting, The eyes of many cute girls are full of little stars.

"I want to take the wind to go back, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold, so I dance to find out the shadows, why is it like being in the world?"

"Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, a low-key household, and sleepless nights. There should be no hatred, so what's the point of longing for farewell?" Accompanied by the moonlight pouring down, everyone in the birthday celebration hall seemed to see that Su Qingyun at this moment was like a fluttering The banished immortal who wants to fly may get off the ground at any moment and fly towards the bright and flawless moon. It is so free and easy, so romantic, and so emotional.

"How... how is it possible?!" Listening to the poems that were not on the same level, Su Chen, who originally wanted to embarrass Su Qingyun, was completely stunned. Do people make fun of people who lose face? How could this guy write such a good poem.

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult in ancient times? I hope that people will live a long time, thousands of miles, and share the joys and joys."

At the end of a poem, the birthday celebration hall was filled with bright moonlight, and there was no sound at all. The silence in the venue at this moment is that an embroidery needle can be heard clearly when it falls on the ground.

For a second, the field was silent!
Five seconds, still the same!

For ten seconds, the silence lasted for more than ten seconds. Chen, the vice president of Tianhai Writers Association, applauded in admiration and stood up from his seat.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"When will there be such a bright moon? Ask the wine to the blue sky? Such a good one. I hope that people will last forever and share the beauty of the moon." Vice President Chen's excited eyes glowed with wisps of light. Head", absolutely.

"Tsk tsk" I really didn't expect that Xiao Su's poem today is really the best gift I have received, and it is not an exaggeration to call it an eternal poem! "

The principal, Li Zifang, breathed a sigh of relief, and when he came back to his senses, he was overwhelmed with emotion. Such a talent is really much, much better than that day when the "young man doesn't work hard, the boss is sad".

I don’t know what year is the heavenly palace?

I want to go back with the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu?
People have their joys and sorrows, and the moon has its waxing and waning. Every word, every sentence, as if it had its own magic sound, turned into an invisible sound wave, reappearing in Su Chen's mind over and over again.

It hit his fragile heart again and again, as well as his poor self-esteem, which was the only remaining fruit. At this moment, the last pillar of Su Chen collapsed, his complexion was as pale as a piece of paper!
And looking at this scene in Song Linger's eyes, all that appeared in her heart was comfort and relief, without any kindness, she stared at the bitter Su Chen, hum, you deserve it for bullying my big villain.

But this big villain is really scary, when did it all happen, what happened in the past few days when I left, I really want to know.

If it weren't for the public place at this moment, Song Linger would have tortured her to extract a confession, and she could still let the big bastard pretend to be coercive, humming.

The most exciting thing is that there are so many cute girls around here, all of them are so excited, their hearts are about to jump out with excitement.

"Wow, male god, why... so outstanding!"

"When will the bright moon come? Ask Qing Tian about the wine, oh my god, how did the male god come up with it? I'm so envious, so jealous of that girl. "The male god's girlfriend must be very, very happy, with such a handsome male god. So talented, so charming, and singing so well, I want to cry! "

"Good men belong to others, God, how can you treat me like this, I will never respect you again, hehehe, unless you send me a boyfriend who is like a god."

The cute girls chattered and admired enviously, while the boys stared wide-eyed and all were stunned, meow, if they learn this trick, will their girlfriends be far away?

The birthday celebration hall was silent!
Dao Dao looked at Su Qingyun in the field again, everyone's eyes changed, admiration was mixed with a little admiration, but at this moment, Su Chen's heart was already full of sadness.

What a masterpiece of literature! As for Song Linger's heart, it is an excitement, and her proud mood is like the surging Yangtze River, rolling endlessly.

Professor Chen was also amazed. How long ago did he think that Su Qingyun would be as good as he is today? No, he is a monster.

He and the principal, the two of them have witnessed the rise of a generation of monsters. After feeling for a while, Professor Chen recalled the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" just now, and couldn't help frowning slightly, and then looked at Su Qingyun "Xiao Su, wouldn't it be better for you to write out the poem just now and let the principal collect it." He said so, but in fact he didn't fully remember the poem just now.

"Yes, Xiao Su, write it down, so that we can go back and taste it, and keep it as a souvenir." Professor Sun also echoed with unsatisfactory voice. Although the guests around did not speak, the light in their eyes explained everything. , and among them was Vice President Chen of the Tianhai Writers Association. As for Su Chen, it was obvious that he was stabbed in the heart by a sharp knife again.

Su Qingyun, who wanted to end here, listened to the agreement of Professor Sun and others, smiled and did not refuse. It was just a matter of convenience for him, and of course he would not refuse to harvest reputation points by the way.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were quickly placed on a table under the preparation of the group. Professor Chen, who was the first to propose, even came to grind the inkstone in front of the inkstone.

Song Ling'er, who was blinking Wang Quan's beautiful eyes, also leaned over and looked at the rice paper that had already been spread and exuded a faint fragrance. Its texture was very high-grade.

a while.

After the ink was finished, the principal, guests and others who gathered around all focused their eyes on the rice paper exuding a faint fragrance. The student representatives of Tianhai University even prepared their mobile phones early, ready to take pictures at any time .

Before coming to the desk table, he glanced at the regular arrangement of pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Obviously, Professor Chen is also a calligraphy lover, otherwise he would not have prepared everything so skillfully.

Twist the brush on the upper right very skillfully, press the thumb between the index finger and the middle finger, the index finger hooks the pen holder, the middle finger holds the pen holder under the index finger, and the ring finger and little finger use the backs of the fingers to stabilize the brush.