superstar dad

Chapter 495 Rain Lane
When I woke up in the morning, it was raining in the town.

The rain wasn't very heavy, but it looked like it might be very long.

When Wen Biezhuang and Bi Luohuang got up and saw the rain, they were also a little happy.

The rain swept away the sweltering heat, making people feel comfortable all over.

After breakfast, Tang Mu said, "Seniors, I'll find someone to drive you to the venue."

It's not far from the venue, so you can get there if you can't, but it's raining, so Tang Mu still has to think about it for them, but Wen Biezhuang and Bi Luohuang shook their heads.

"Today's small town is like a misty dream. It is so beautiful. It would be useless if I couldn't experience it in person, so I decided to walk."

After Wen Biezhuang finished speaking, Bi Luohuang chuckled: "Me too."

Tang Mu had no choice but to borrow a few oil-paper umbrellas from the boss, and then walked to the venue together.

The oil-paper umbrella is the kind of oil-paper umbrella with very beautiful paintings. These paintings are drawn by the boss himself, so the oil-paper umbrella is very beautiful. The three of them walked like this, because Wen Biezhuang and Bi Luohuang were getting old, Tang Mu didn't dare to walk too fast.

Even, in order to shorten the distance, he even found some small roads.

And when he was walking around the town last night, he found a small alley. It was a small alley. Although the alley was a little longer, after walking through it, he could go directly to the main street of the venue, and then walked a few steps The road will do.

The three of them walked into the alley with umbrellas in their hands. While walking like this, a woman walked up to her. The woman was also holding an umbrella, so she couldn't see her face clearly. However, in this rainy alley, the woman It seems to be integrated with everything around it, as beautiful as a painting.

When the woman walked towards her, the three of them couldn't help but look at the woman. Of course, they had no other evil intentions, just pure appreciation.

Everyone has the desire to love beauty. If a girl is beautiful, she is also beautiful. Even if she cannot possess it, she still has the desire to appreciate it, right?

The girl passed them by, and there was no verbal exchange between them. The three of them did not stop and continued to move forward. This scene may only remain in their memories.

Maybe it will suddenly come to mind that day.

After walking through the rain alley and coming to the street, they walked a few more steps and they came to the venue.

It is said that it is a venue, but it is actually not very big. It is just a large living room of about [-] meters. There are sofas around the living room. There are some fruits, drinks and so on beside the sofa.

Tang Mu and Wen Biezhuang found a place to sit down. In fact, it can be said that the person in charge of the tea party had already prepared the seats for them.

Not long after they sat down like this, other invited scholars and literati also came one after another. At about nine o'clock, almost all the people who came came.

Tang Mu made a rough count and found that there were about 50 people here today. There were slightly more scholars from China, about a dozen people, and the others were from Japan, Korea, Singapore, etc.

After arriving in this way, everyone chatted. There were many topics to talk about, including literary works, some local customs, and occasionally heated debates over an issue. Tang Mu sat beside him without saying a word. Just listen.

After chatting like this for a while, someone suggested playing a small game to relax.

The person who made this proposal was a Japanese man named Mao Shangshuxia, who was a leading figure in the literary world of the Japanese country.

"How about we write poems? Huaxia used to have a game called Drumming and Passing Flowers, and we just played it like this, how about it?"

After Maoshangshuxia said this, a female scholar named Miyoko among the Japanese people became a little excited. She is the most popular female poet in the Japanese country. His poems are widely acclaimed in the Japanese country. Writing poems is simply her strengths.

The reason why Maoshangshuxia set up this game is actually out of this consideration.

The people who came here today are all literati and scholars from various countries in Asia. People from the Japanese country want to make others think that their literature is superior, so they must be biased towards them.

For this game, Huaxia's people naturally couldn't refuse it, and other people saw that Huaxia didn't refuse, so they had no choice but to accept it.

No one refused, Maoshangshuxia invited someone to find a drum, and then asked someone to bring a big red flower. After taking out both props, he stood in the middle and played the drum with his face covered. It was passed on in the hands of those literati and scholars.

When the drumbeat stops, whoever holds the big red flower will write a poem.

For the first time, the big red flower fell into the hands of a Chinese literati, and he wrote a poem on the spot. His poems are not bad, but they are not good either. Hard to impress.

After the poem was finished, the game continued again. This time, I don’t know whether Mao Shang Shuxia had experience or had other methods. When the big red flower was passed to Miyoko’s hand, the drum sound suddenly stopped.

The big red flower is in the hands of Miyoko, and Miyoko treats it as a poem.

Her poems are definitely modern poems, but even though they are modern poems, her poems are also very beautiful and make people praise them after listening to them.

Wenbiezhuang knows modern poetry best. After listening to Miyoko's poems, he praised them repeatedly.

"This female poet is amazing, I'm afraid she will lead an era."

This is a bit big, even Bi Luohuang was shocked after hearing it.

"Mr. Wen isn't so exaggerated, is he?"

Wen Biezhuang smiled wryly: "I don't want to admit it either, but if you look at her poems, they are good. Unless someone can write better than her, I will take back what I just said."

Bi Luohuang was a little speechless, because he didn't know if anyone could write better than Miyoko, at least as far as he knew, in today's China, modern poetry could be written so well, probably no one.

Seeing the surprise and shock of other people, the Japanese people feel a little proud in their hearts. Miyoko even raised her head high. This is the usual situation of their Japanese people. When others are not as good as them, they will not let anyone go. In their eyes, once others are stronger than them, they will kneel down and lick them like dogs.

The game continued. This time, after passing the big red flower a few times, it fell into Tang Mu's hands. Everyone immediately turned their attention to Tang Mu.

Being looked at like this, Tang Mu smiled calmly: Then I will write a poem called "Rain Lane"

After finishing speaking, Tang Mu immediately chanted:
Holding a paper umbrella, alone
Wandering long, long
And the lonely rain alley,

I hope every time
A clove
A grumpy girl.

She has

the color of lilac,

smells like cloves,

Lilac-like sorrow,

mourn in the rain,
sad and anxious

…………

Tang Mu just groaned like this, and when Tang Mu spoke, the whole scene fell silent, but Wen Biezhuang suddenly widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and stood up from the chair uncontrollably.

"I take back what I just said."

(End of this chapter)