Little Farmer Big Star

The top of Huashan, the scene of poetry competition.

The tourists around Su Qing and Qin Yulin frowned once again.

One of the chubby middle-aged tourists said: "This girl, the poem "Wang Nanfeng" is far from being compared with Mr. Li Fan's poem, but we say that this poem has the style of Mr. Li Fan, which is not counted. Exaggerate it."

Qin Yulin's eyes widened and he was about to retort, Su Qing hurriedly pinched his waist lightly, the meaning was obvious, so that girl should not argue.

Qin Yulin naturally understood Su Qing's meaning, curled his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "Of course it's exaggerated, it's not like Mr. Li Fan at all."

Qin Yulin's voice was small, but the fat tourist still heard it, and said, "Sister, then you mean this poem is bad? It means that so many of us are inaccurate?"

After hearing this, Qin Yulin snorted and said: "This poem is not too bad, it is average, and it can barely be handed, but if it has the style of Mr. Li Fan, it is not short. Distance. Your evaluation is indeed not very accurate."

The fat tourist hadn't spoken yet, and a tall and thin tourist next to her was unhappy and said, "How can you understand what poetry is a girl? Whether you can understand this poem is not certain, and you dare to say that the evaluation is inaccurate. "

Su Qing had a headache. Seeing what Qin Yulin wanted to say, she hurriedly said, "I'm very sorry, we shouldn't make self-evaluation. It is normal for different people to have different evaluations of a poem. In short, excuse me. Everyone."

When Qin Yulin heard Su Qing say this, he couldn't say anything more, but he gave the tall and thin tourist a little inflated.

After that, Su Qing pulled Qin Yulin back to Li Fan.

Li Fan looked at Qin Yulin and reached out to touch Qin Yulin's hair. The girl's sulky look was quite cute.

"Okay! Don't be angry. Everyone has their own evaluation, and their evaluation is not wrong. The poem is indeed good. It is possible to write such a poem, and there is already a certain poem. Level, can barely be regarded as a professional poet." Li Fan said.

After Qin Yulin heard this, he pouted "Oh", and as expected he was no longer angry.

It's just that things can't always end like this.

He only heard a slightly mocking voice, and it sounded in the ears of the three of them, "Should barely be considered a professional poet? This gentleman has a very high-sightedness."

Li Fan, Su Qing, and Qin Yulin turned their heads to look at the same time, only to see a young man about 30 years old, looking at them, there was still a trace of mockery on his face.

Obviously, what he said just now.

Before Li Fan spoke, Qin Yulin opened his eyes and said first: "Who are you? What do you mean?"

The young man snorted and said, "I just heard what you said over there. Although you are beautiful, it does not mean that you know how to appreciate poetry. If you don't understand, it's better not to judge yourself."

Qin Yulin looked at the young man and said, "Could you be the author of the poem "Wang Nanfeng"?"

The young man said: "That's a poem by Brother Lin. The kid is not talented, but he is the author of the poem "Mountain Peak". The girl in "Forget the South Peak" doesn't look at it. My song "Mountain Peak", I am afraid You can't enter the girl's eyes."

The young man is called Wang Lun, a professional poet. He came to the top of Huashan Mountain today to participate in this poetry contest held by the Floating Cloud Poetry Society.

"Mountain" is his proud work, and the comments from the onlookers are also very good.

The author of "Wang Nanfeng" is called Lin Rufeng, who is also a professional poet, and has some overlap with Wang Lunpo.

The two of them were just in the crowd, listening to the comments of the people around on the two poems "Wang Nanfeng" and "Mountain Peak", they were almost full of praise, and they were secretly complacent and complacent.

They are professional poets. Isn't that a piece of cake to participate in this level of poetry contest?

In particular, people said that their poems are quite like Li Fan, and they are even more proud of them. This is a very high evaluation.

They just listened, but they heard the dialogue between Qin Yulin and several tourists, which made them quite uncomfortable. If it weren't for Qin Yulin's beauty, they would definitely have to ridicule.

Then, they watched Qin Yulin and Su Qing return to Li Fan, and saw Li Fan touch Qin Yulin's hair, this kind of rather intimate action.

It turned out that the two beauties have "ownership".

Both Wang Lun and Lin Rufeng were envious and jealous of Li Fan, and they were even more upset when they remembered Qin Yulin's evaluation of the poem "Wang Nanfeng" just now.

"Brother Lin, wait for me to ridicule them. If you dare to comment on Brother Lin's "Wang Nanfeng" like this, you simply don't understand poetry." Wang Lun said to Lin Rufeng.

Then, quietly approached Li Fan, Su Qing, and Qin Yulin.

But never, as soon as he approached, he heard what Li Fan said to Qin Yulin.

"Can barely be regarded as a professional poet? It's a big tone." Wang Lun thought so in his heart, and then couldn't help but said the previous sentence.

The scene after that is as described above.

Qin Yulin listened to Wang Lun's words and said lightly: "Since you are the author of "Mountain", I didn't say how your poem is? What are you doing here?"

"This..." Wang Lun was speechless for a while, and Qin Yulin's answer was completely different from what he had imagined.

Su Qing smiled, this girl said this sentence best.

Li Fan was also a little bit smiling. As for the ridiculous look on Wang Lun's face before, he didn't feel relieved at all, and didn't intend to bother.

Qin Yulin looked at the other party's speech, and was quite proud for a while, and looked at Li Fan a little invitingly.

Wang Lun was speechless for a while, and his face was a little uncontrollable, so he quickly hummed to cover up his speech failure.

Then, suddenly remembering what Li Fan said to Qin Yulin before, his eyes lit up, he quickly turned his finger at Li Fan, and said: "This gentleman just said that Brother Lin Rufeng, the author of "Wang Nanfeng", can barely be regarded as a professional poet. Mr.'s vision is very high."

Li Fan glanced at Wang Lun and said lightly: "It's not a high-sighted one, it's just an objective evaluation of seeking truth from facts."

"Oh? Really?" A faint smile appeared on Wang Lun's face, and he continued: "So, Mr. is also quite good at poetry."

Naturally, Li Fan was able to catch the hint of malicious smile on Wang Lun's face, but he was calm and still said indifferently: "I have indeed done some poems."

"Oh? Really?" The smile on Wang Lun's face became more obvious, and he continued: "In this way, the husband is really a master of poetry. In that case, this is exactly a poetry contest. Why not make a poem on the spot? It’s so that we can admire Mr. Yifan’s masterpiece."

Li Fan was not surprised by Wang Lun's words, but he didn't have much interest now.

So he smiled slightly and replied: "I'm sorry, I don't have that interest right now."

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