Vol 2 Chapter 11: On the painting

The time is approaching midnight, and the bustle in Jiangning City is gradually reaching the peak time. The carriage is inserted from the Sufu and passes through a relatively small number of people. When approaching Wuyi Lane, the speed slowly drops.
Along the way, there are countless lively fires outside the carriage. I opened the curtain and looked out. Even on the quiet road on weekdays, it was very lively. When I arrived at the commercial street near Wuyi Lane, I was on the road ahead. Seeing the crowds, the carriage is almost as difficult to move forward as a muddy rush. A team that dances with the dragon is coming from the other side. The young driver who drives the car has to park the carriage next to it.
"Little sister, the front is not good."
The age of this boy is probably one or two years older than Xiao Yan, but she is still called her sister. Although it seems that these few months are just running around with Ning Yi, in fact, this little girl and her two other sisters have been practicing under the hands of Su Tan, and Su Tan may be in the future. It is to be in charge of the Su family. The three most embarrassing shackles of her men, even the big and small deacons, have to give some face, which is why she can call the carriage with a little girl. This young man who had just signed into the Soviet Union for 20 years and sold his deeds knows her identity. She is also respectful to her, and she is somewhat curious to look at this girl who seems to be younger than him.
"See, I am getting off here, you go back." Xiao Yu opened the curtain and jumped out of the carriage. He turned his head and smiled at him. Then he waved his hand. "Thank you."
"I, my name is Dongzhu." The boy drummed his courage and said his name with a little stuttering. Then he looked up. "There are too many people in front, I will send you over."
"Dongzhu brother." Xiaoxiao smiled and thanked him. Then he waved and turned. "No, it's okay." Like a butterfly, the ran to the crowd, the little hand can still see the waves waving in the air. Then, then drowned in and disappeared.
Xiaocheng, a city in Suzhou, has been wandering back and forth many times, and he is very familiar. If there is no extreme situation, the ability to socialize, do things, and deal with a little trouble, it seems that the simple and cute little sister actually It is much higher than the rural boy named Dongzhu. What's more, this place where the crowds gather, I don't think anyone will be embarrassed to go out and join in the fun of the little girl. The second generation of the ancestors of the ancestors of the ancestors is indeed a lot of people, but it is not so easy to come across.
In the noisy voice, the crowd of people dancing through the dragon dance, the singing voice from the next green building, gathered in the sound of this boiling market, and soon, someone held a rice paper from the street. The head ran quickly: "The Lichuan poetry, the Tang dynasty Tang Gongzi new poetry bamboo..." and then put the paper on the poem list in front of a shop, surrounded by crowds, one pushing the tea eggs and the layer The old man of the cake car smiled and avoided the crowd, and Xiao Yan quickly avoided the small cart, laughing and going to the front to watch the fun.
After a few readings, Xiao Yan quickly followed the river to the river at the end of the street. Wuyi Lane is not far from this street. The alley is narrow, but it is also full of lively atmosphere. The crowds are crowded, and close to the river bank, you can already see the most lively Confucius Temple.
This piece of riverside street is the most fascinating pearl of the entire Jiangning City. The road is full of beautiful lanterns. The six boats of the Qinyuan Poetry Club cruised on the Qinhuai River all night, but at this time, it will definitely pass. Here, Xiao Yan has experience in participating in the poetry, so he ran straight to here. She went to the Jane Play Store, which was opened by Yu’s, and handed in the invitation. It was convenient and quick to call someone to stop a small boat. At this time, the magnificent Water Dragon Palace has already appeared far away. At one end of the Qinhuai River, in the shadow of many paintings, it came towards this side.
The small boat near the river approached and left from time to time. The boat was then lightly deserted in the light of the light, and the huge flanks approaching the center of the river, the little the bow gently hooked her fingers. In front of him, looking up at the paintings that are gradually approaching, the lights on the painted lanterns gradually illuminate the little girl's cute head and micro-small face. The sound of music has been uploaded from the riverside. There is another song and dance in it that is close to the end, but she does not feel sorry. She can come and play. It is already very good. If I can learn a few songs here. ... She remembered how her aunt likes to listen to songs at night... Well, my grandfather will be very happy.
In the paintings, the songs and dances were scattered, and then a warm applause sounded. Later, a boat coming from the shore sent the excellent poems that appeared in several big poetry meetings, and some added some praises and comments from everyone. . This poetry association cannot be a large group of people who have been sitting in poetry and poetry. In fact, there are many programs since the beginning of the painting. Listening to the music and listening to the riddles to see the scenery, always give everyone an atmosphere, feelings, However, at this time, it is still the most critical stage of the event. Because it is said, although the carnival tonight will even be after the ugly time, that is, it will be past three in the morning, but in fact, after the time, the poetry will gradually become bleak.
The main reason is that most of the elderly, or middle-aged people with poor health - the poet is mostly poor - at most, it is the time to meet. After this time, the spirit can not support, basically arrived. When I go home. In the literary world, the nature that can be named is still these people. Tonight, if you want to be famous and want to get attention, these people’s views are the highlight. And when they leave, the rest is the game of true talents and beautiful women. When the girl gets into the child, she can become the theme, which is equivalent to a grand party. Although in the age of the wind, this thing can indeed be set. The name of Shangfeng Ya, but the meaning is already as important as before. The name and beauty are chosen for most men of this era, and they will choose the name first.
Therefore, at this time, all kinds of good poetry have already come out one after another. In fact, some of the best ones have been passed in front. Tonight, there are several poems of the next month, and the poems are amazing. Sulan also copied a few On the plain white paper in front of her, at this time, she was talking softly to a neighboring Wufu son-in-law.
She is also a poetry, although she is not good at this, but the poet is like a modern star in this era, which girl's heart does not have a little romantic mind. She is not good at it, so the poetry is more like the higher the like, the feeling that a certain talent in the face of the crowd is naturally let her heart.
Of course, this is only part of the spiritual pursuit of life, just like many modern MMs like Andy Lau. Although she likes it, she will not show too much in the plains, and she should not be able to express poetry in her own family. From the time she saw the "three 藕 藕 筏 筏 筏 筏 筏








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After a while, Xiao Yan came over with a son-in-law who led the way.
"Is the public sleeping?"
"Well, I fell asleep."
"Juan'er apricot is there, how about letting them squeeze the mat?"
"Okay, Miss, I am gone... Miss Wu San is good."
After the ceremony with the next-hand Wufu son-in-law, Xiao Xiao ran to the direction of two little hoes beckoning. At this time, Juan and Apricot sat together at a short table, filled with various kinds of Exquisite melon and fruit food, Xiaoyan sat in the middle, and the three hoes were hagged and huddled together.
Not far away, Su Tan and the Wufu son-in-law walked up and walked around. A gathering like this is usually separated by a male guest and a female, and there is a screen partition between them, but of course it is not strict. The Gengyuan Poetry Club did not ask for the uncle who was not married by Yunying, but the couple who came from the family. Although they were separated, the people kept a little courtesy, but they walked around and the couple could always meet. Speaking, Su Taner accompanied the Wufu son-in-law to the ship's side and looked at the light on the shore. The other husband's husband also came over. Wufu is doing the biggest cloth line in Jiangning. Both sides have known each other before. They have a few words and talk about the cloth. Su Taner wanted to avoid letting their husband and wife talk about the intimate words. And the other sons also shook the fan over, they wore a bachelor's headscarf, replaced the merchant's clothing, and dressed as a student. At this time, the evening wind blew, it seems quite a bit of a fan-wool towel - 喔, folding fan The style of the sleek towel.
Xue Jin had some limelight tonight, only to write a poem of Haoyue, which was sung by everyone. It is one of the most poems that the Poetry Club of the Yuan Dynasty has come to mind. At this time, when he came over, the man in Wufu arched his hand and smiled. "Xue Xiong is a great talent. I am afraid that I will be favored by Miss Lan, I am very happy."
Naolan is the name of Qinhuai in the past few years. The art of selling is not for sale. It is called a talent and has a relationship with the family. Therefore, please ask her this time. She will choose a few songs that she likes at night, and of course she also has preparations for her own, but the poems she chooses to sing are often the most popular in a certain stage of the poetry.
The operation is complicated, not purely talent, but talent can indeed determine the majority. Xue Jin’s poetry itself is good, and the family background is also there, so it is very likely to be regarded as the finale, and if he is favored here, then For months, I was afraid that I could get close to the opportunity of Miss Lan Lan. I was invited to go to the feast or talk about poetry and the like. This is a very good thing, and if I can get the Miss Lan Lan further, it will be broken. Her body is in the room, which proves the ultimate achievement of his man's charm.
The Qinhuai River has been around for hundreds of years. This kind of story is a popular topic every year, and it can be a popular topic in a long or short time. Men are naturally out of the limelight in such a topic, and then they report it. The name, people will also envy you are a romantic talent, the name is loud and a few points.
At this time, people were praised, and Xue Jin was a modest one. The next-door Wufu son-in-law also smiled and said: "Xie Gongzi's poems are also touched by the whole body." Su Taner also liked the poetry and praised it. A few words. In fact, people who are familiar with the flower sedan chair, such as this Ukrainian woman, such as Su Tan, understand that the poetry of the other party is mostly bought from a famous artist.
Xue Jin smiled happily, and he gave a few words. The two sides talked a little, and Xue Jindao said: "It is a pity that Ning Xiong has never come, otherwise seeing such a grand occasion, it will surely make a good life..."
Su Taner licked her eyebrows. A few people seem to be happy here. The middle-aged man who is a master of the host family has also come over. This person is the younger brother of the family, named Yu Yangyu, who has also been in the early years. It also has some talents. He himself walked around to entertain everyone. At this time, he smiled and inserted the topic and asked everyone what he was saying. Xue Jin gave an account and said that Su Tan’s Xiang Ning Yi was originally prepared, but unfortunately just infected these days. It’s a pity that the wind is cold, otherwise it’s like Ning Yi’s talent.
"I don't think it is necessary. I heard that although Ning Yi has read a few years of books, it is just a mediocrity. It is the same whether he comes or not."
Xue Jin smiled and looked back: "Feng brother, you don't want to talk nonsense, Ning Xiong style, I also saw it, Su Jiaqian picks up and finds, only to choose Ning brother..."
Su Tan's husband, Jun Ningyi, is not very talented. The Wufu people who have some friendship with Su Taner are aware of it. Therefore, they only talked, although they also asked Ning Yi’s body, but they did not involve poetry and talents. At this time, watching the other party’s performance, the two of the Wu family naturally understood Xue Jin’s thoughts. Xue Jin used to pursue Su Taner before, and he did not have a good time to mention his relatives. He said that there is no technical content in the performance, but the effect is not discounted. If you continue to say this, you will not be able to make these small circles tomorrow. After a while, Su Tan’s remarks about marrying a waste, the Uu’s woman gave the minister a look, and wanted him to cut it a bit. The man saw it, but hesitated for a moment and didn’t know what he was thinking. Su Taner smiled and wanted to speak. She came out from her little beggar.
"Yeah, my grandfather wrote poetry very well." She was originally eating with Juan's apricot, holding a piece of cake and intending to repeat Ning Yi's magic but she helped, and the cake fell on the ground, followed by three People also noticed the situation here. Juan's son said that the Xue family's son was not kind, and when he thought about it, he came over at this time. "Grandpa wrote poetry tonight."
Xiao Shantou’s words came out. Xue Jin and the Su Tan children here were stunned. After a while, Xue Jin was laughing:
Oh, is Ning’s brother also a big man? It’s so good, just come out with everyone. Watching it."
He was surprised and frank. In fact, he had already laughed in his heart. What did Ning Yi learn? He had already inquired about it. After reading books for so many years, poetry can be written, but what it will become like, then it can be Difficult to say, this time only thought that the little sister did not understand. If you take the situation before, there may be a few people who gossip about gossip, but it doesn’t really make much sense. But if you take a bad poem for you to "review", what effect will it be? It is.
"Well, okay." Xiaoxie nodded, licking the folded paper from the clothes and licking it on his mouth. "At night, my grandfather is uncomfortable and wants to listen to the little singer, so Xiaoxiao I took a poetry book and asked my aunt to choose one. But the aunt said that they didn't like it very much, so he wrote one himself. Hey, this is the first one, but Xiaoxiao copied it..."
Those who don't like it very much~EbookFREE.me~ So I wrote one myself... the tone was so big, Su Tan and the next Xiangyang Yu frowned, only Xue Jin smiled more brilliantly and more sincerely. Xiao Yan said, he handed the crepe paper to the face of Su Tan, who was undecided in his face. Su Tan looked at the rice paper, and surely had a word and looked at it again. Then he officially turned back to the rice paper, and his lips lightly opened. Look at the words in the silent voice.
When I was halfway through, the speed of the lips was slowed down, and the eyes in the eyes were gradually complicated. I finally decided, and I looked at Xiaoyan and returned to continue to meditate on the poems on the paper. Xue Jin smiled and stretched his neck and looked at the probe. Although he couldn't see it, he was still very happy...
What is the use of meditation, anyway, you still have to show it to everyone, then I will help you read it, ha!
As if the prank was successful, he thought happily.
For a moment, the side of the hull raised the fireworks of the canopy, and the magnificent flames covered it, and Su Taner handed the word out.
"Please comment on Shuyang Shishu..."
Yan Yangyu already saw the clue, and nodded and smiled. For Su Jia, who seems to be weak and does not actually want to be eyebrows, he is very fond of him. Even if he is enrolled in a family who is not very talented, it is commonplace. On the contrary, Xue Jin Menglang is mean and unpleasant, and now decides even if Poetry is not good, but also say a few good words, try to round the field. He took the poems and looked down. He was already thinking about what kind of evaluation should be used.
The fireworks rose, others waited for his first comment, Xue Jinruya smiled, gentle and courteous. Su Taner glanced at him, his eyes falling back on the paper basket in the hands of Yan Yangyu, gently biting his lower lip.
When the flames are extinguished, the dawn is complicated and difficult to say...

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