Chapter 260: 4 rounds of poems (2)

"Sister Ning, what's the matter with you?" Coincidentally, she hurriedly hugged her, and squeezed her hands gently.
Luo Luoning let out a long breath, slowly opened her eyes, and said softly, "Coincidentally, big brother-big brother, did he lose?"
Xi Qiaoqiao hadn't shaken his head yet, and he heard some people cheating outside: "You can't do poetry, then you quickly retreat, don't prevent others from trying."
康 Zhao Kangning and Wu Xuezhang saw Lin San so timid in the first round, and his face suddenly felt a little contemptuous. Only Hou Yuebai was puzzled, and Lin San he knew was not such an easy man to admit defeat. In other words, he has never lost.
Qi Lin Wanrong glanced at the coaxers and smiled, "I can't sing poems containing plum characters, but it doesn't mean that I can't chant plums."
He drank the glass of wine in his hand, slowly took a few steps, and said with a little drunkenness: "Wanling Qianshan brought Baishou, Tianci rouge gently wiped his cheeks. He asked Lan Zhuchun where the jade bones were dark. Fragrant. "
"Good-" This time, Luo Yuan, Qingshan and Guo Wuchang took the lead in sipping and drinking. All the people in the hall were aware of the goods.
The Xuezheng smiled and nodded: "From far to near, make good use of metaphors, the whole sentence is no snow and no plum, but it is praise in the snow. Sure enough, there is some way. This chanting plum, it is best to use this talent. "
康 Zhao Kangning and Wu Xueyi's faces were ugly. I didn't expect Lin San to take the first opportunity. They no longer dare to despise them. Zhao Kangning remembered the reputation of his couplet, and even cursed himself stupidly, how could he not poem to the pair? Only Hou Yuebai has become accustomed to Lin San's prominence.
Luo Ning, who was hiding behind the curtain, patted her softly, and said, "Big brother, I'm scared to death. I won't ignore him anymore-"
Qiao Qiaoqiao laughed out loudly, and said softly, "Ignore him? I'll go to see him as soon as possible. I don't know who it is?"
Luo Luoning shyly said, "He is your husband, and you naturally speak for him. Why didn't I see you laughing at the cave that day?"
The two women giggled together. Qiaoqiao said: "Sister Ning, my brother is most tired of this genre poem. It is not easy to make this poem today. I also took the first place first. This is all for you. Now you can rest assured. No more fainting. "
"Hate." Luo Ning blushed slightly and whispered, "Coincidentally, don't get me wrong, my brother and I haven't, didn't, haven't--" She couldn't say anything badly, let alone nothing, even fools. Don't believe it.
Qiaoqiao laughed: "Sister Ning, if you have this thought, you should have told me earlier that there will be less twists and turns in the middle. It will also make you less lonely. Brother, do you not know yet, but if you are right He is better, he will treat you hundreds of times. "
Luo Luoning said quietly, and did not dare to speak, and sighed slightly, but she was a little bit sad.
第一 This first game of ten to six is ​​considered complete. Lin Wanrong took the first place, and Zhao Kangning, Wu Xuezheng and Hou Yuebailian entered the top six with the other two talents.
When everyone saw that the boy who was least favored turned out to be a dark horse, he was naturally a little surprised, so he asked about his name everywhere. When I heard that this man was the Xiaofu family's Ding Lin, the king of the middle, who had collapsed at the Luofu feast, he was suddenly shocked. This family was really talented. With a small family member, he was able to enter the top six of the Jinling Symposium.
The second round was six-in-four. The two talents next to Lin Wanrong, the first round was reluctant to pass the level. After watching other people's performances, I felt frustrated immediately.
When Lin Lin saw his two faces, they knew their thoughts and laughed: "The two brothers, don't be upset. The poem says that it was originally a joke, if it was too careful, it would be inferior."
When the two saw him face drunk and not drunk, and were so close to people, they really admired him, and smiled at him, drank the wine in front of him, and got a little conscious.
Master Yun sang loudly: "On the second round, only four talents can be promoted. Please all Jiangsu commanders to make Master Cheng De give it!"
The black-faced Cheng De stood up and yelled, "I'm Cheng, born in a martial arts, and a rough man, not very proficient in poetry. Today I got this question, but it was difficult for me. I saw that the wine and food on this boat was very rich. Then take the title of wine. "
The geniuses are clear. This time, they all directed the adults to make a wine inscription, but the space is wide, they can be used by others, and if they write well, it depends on the mood.
This time, it was Xiao Kangyao Zhao Kangning who took the lead to stand up: "Student Zhao Kangning, drinking a song: sleepless with wine, falling flowers stained with Tsing Yi. Drunk watching the river, birds are also rare." Zhao Kangning's drinking poems do Some of the flavors are about the beauty of drinking into Huaxi at night, which is pretty good.
Hou Yuebai also stood up and said: "Students also have a poem about drinking: want to pick pear flowers to make new wine, Qinhuai smoke and rain endlessly. Xiao Zhuang listens to the wind in front of the mirror, half of her face is sadness." This poem is a boudoir Resentment, good mood, a little stronger than Zhao Kangning.
庵 Wu Xueying smiled and yelled loudly: "Flying rain blows near dusk, Qingyi dances do vulgar dust, jade flutes break and drink together, Youxuan sits on the moon and looks at the soul."
Wu Xuezheng nodded with Luo Min, discussing momentum and artistic conception. Among the first three, Wu Xuezheng was the best.
Everyone's eyes fell directly on Lin Wanrong. This family member has too much magic, and no one knows what he will do. Lin Wanrong stood up and smiled, "Which brother, bring me some papers-"
A long time ago, Xiaoxiong diligently handed in a pen and paper, but Lin Wanrong threw the writing brush to the side, took out the pencil, brushed it, and wrote a few words: "In the Qingming season, the rain came on the road and people wanted to break the soul. I asked the restaurant where the shepherd boy was pointing. Xinghua Village "
I waited for the little girl to hang the calligraphy and painting, everyone looked curiously, and some people whispered it.
Luo Luoning opened the curtain, looked at the text secretly, frowned, thought for a long time, and suddenly clapped her hands and said, "I know, my brother won again this time."
Qiao Qiaoqiao said puzzledly: "Big brother won? I didn't see it."
Luo Luoning whispered a few words in his ear, and looked carefully, wasn't it? At the moment, he was also overjoyed: "Big brother likes to make strange things and provoke appetite."
Gao Lin Wanrong inspected for a week, her eyes fell on Wu Xueyi, and she said with a smile: "Wang Gongzi, you are a genius in Beijing, can you do me a favor. Think of this poem."
Wu Xueyi dismissed: "How difficult is this. In the Qingming season, it rains, people are going up the road, people want to sever the soul! By asking the restaurant, where is the shepherd boy? Remote refers to Xinghua Village! Although your poem has some flavor, it is not comparable to me. "
Zhe Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "I can't taste poets, I think this poem is normal."
He took out his pencil, drew an asterisk in the middle of that verse, and smiled at Master Piao: "Master Guo, please read it."
Guo Guowu often came to his own name at three o'clock, and stood up immediately, saying proudly: "There are rains in the Qingming Festival, and people want to break the soul on the road. I would like to ask the restaurant where it is, specifically referring to Xinghua Village."
Everyone in the hall was stunned for a moment, and then burst into applause. The poem turned out to be a broken sentence. Different sentences have become two very different poems. What's more, the two poems that have been broken into each other are extremely charming and extraordinary. In this way, he compared that Wu Xueyi.
庵 Wu Xueyu lost such a big ugly, his face turned red into a pig's liver, and he said after a while: "It's something I don't do as a scholar."
Lin Wanrong laughed and laughed: "I want to fight a hundred poems, Jinling City sleeps at the restaurant. The emperor can't come to the ship, claiming that he is the immortal of wine! Why is it difficult for me to sing a hundred poems? I disdain to use those means to win you. "Only Lin Wanrong understood this, others didn't.
Everyone listened to his groaning, but they couldn't help it. The masters of the table have already made a loud noise on the table, Lin Lin. It is simply the happiness of the Xiao family. In this round of testing, Lin Wanrong deservedly took the first place.
Luo Luoning was flushed with excitement, and smiled into a flower between her brows. Qiaoqiao learns her tone: "My brother and I really have no, no, nothing-"
"Your bad girl, you are so funny to me." Luo Ning patted Qiao Qiao's body lightly, her eyes were full of charm.
Wu Qiaoqiao sighed softly: "Sister Ning, you must be mistaken. My elder brother is my husband. If you want to enter my house, you have to pass the young girl first."
Luo Luoning blushed to her neck and whispered softly, "Who wants to join you-good sister, I forgot the good things you and your brother did in my boudoir, and you spared your sister, okay?"
Four rounds in the third round are the top priority. Through the performance of the first two rounds, Lin Wanrong has overpowered everyone and has evolved from a dark horse to a popular candidate. Into this round, in addition to Lin Wanrong, there are three talents.
Master Yun said: "The third round of fighting poems begins. This round invites Governor Luo Min to ask questions."
Luo Min slowly stood up and patted her belly to know: "Today ’s poetry meeting, the talents of Yingjie were very popular, and it is really wonderful. As the governor of Jiangsu, the governor of a province, seeing the emergence of this competition So many talents are naturally very pleased. Just when the little girl Luo Ning is in her double tenth year, she also likes poetry, and she also wants to find a good family for her by the east wind of the poetry competition, which has helped me for many years Wish. "
Everyone saw that Luo Min didn't make a question, but first mentioned the legendary Miss Luo's election, and they were all excited. This was the biggest highlight of the poetry competition, and a legend of talented women will be born. Although most talented people can only see the excitement, why not be lucky to experience this event in person?
Luo Min continued: "There are two criteria for the selection of young girls. First, they must be exceptionally talented. Second, they must be able to see what they like, and they must pass the test of the girls themselves before they can pass the test. As for the young girl's appearance, she is also old Needless to say, everyone in Jinling City can testify. "
喂 "Hey, Lord Luo, please come to the assessment soon, I'm a bit hungry." Lin Wanrong smiled and interrupted the old man's arrogance and laughed.
"Brother is always so bad-" Luo Ning looked at Lin Wanrong behind the curtain, and blushed his cheek.
Luo Min said: "Okay, that's all, old age doesn't delay everyone's valuable efforts, and that's the question. I am a Solitaire poetry and palindromic poem, which is called Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. Every sentence sings a season. The old is the first A word. Ying Ying An Liu Liu Nong Chun Qing Ye Yue Ming--please all your talents to carry on. "
After listening to this poem, all geniuses were discolored. It turns out that this sentence is not only Yinchun's palindrome, but these ten words also contain a seven-character quatrain. Separate it and add the palindrome, that is: ; Mingyue Ye Qingchun gets willows, Qingchun gets willow banks crying. "
Zhe Lin Wanrong also secretly vomited his tongue. The old man in Luo wrote a poem, and there were so many institutions in it, and it was clear that he didn't want people to answer. I don't want you to do that.
Following Luo Min's sentence, the next sentence should be Yong Xia. But this poem is really too difficult. Wu Xuezheng and Zhao Kangning looked at each other and did not dare to answer, this Luo Min is indeed worthy of the top talent.
Lord Governor Geng looked around and smiled: "Four sons, have they ever picked it up?" When no one answered, he asked again, and the smile on his face was stronger.
The backstage clever Qiaoqiao anxiously said: "Master Luo has such a difficult problem, don't you want to recruit for your sister?"
Luo Ning also lamely said, "What is this, dad? It's because I don't want to recruit him. He let me come here, but now it's so difficult for the big brother to enter the semi-finals, but he has a problem like this. Brother, I really hate people. "
He Qiaoqiao spat out his cute little tongue and laughed in his heart. This Lord Luo is more than just a big brother. Why don't you say it.
Luo Luoning sighed softly: "Coincidentally, in fact, this thing is not so simple. After the birthday of my grandmother's birthday, Lord Ning, even entrusted someone to come directly to propose a marriage ---"
"Propose marriage?" Qiaoqiao was surprised: "Sister, did you agree?"
Luo Luoning smiled at her with a bitter smile and said: "Stupid girl, if you agree, is there any other thing to do?"
Wu Qiaoqiao nodded and said, "I see. It turned out that Lord Luo refused Xiao Wang through this poem selection."
Luo Ning said lightly: "This election is just one aspect, and there are many things behind it, which are in the middle of my father's thoughts, and not for our women to control. After my father announced the news of this election, I was still confused Drum, according to my meaning, I would never want to do this boring thing. But Dad also had his consideration, and in the end he agreed to me, this election must be the one I choose. "
"I understand, so you asked the elder brother to come to participate in this poetry competition. If you haven't learned it, it's all up to you." Qiaoqiao suddenly realized.
Luo Luoning nodded shyly, afraid to say any more.
"But which son can continue this sentence?" Luo Min asked again with a smile.
The people in the hall looked at each other. It turned out that there was a fierce fight in the quadruple and two. Where do you know the question of the Governor, all the geniuses have been hardened. Lin San was silent. In this case, wouldn't anyone be able to take another step forward?
"Brother, hurry--" Luo Yuan and Qingshan looked secretly anxious and couldn't help exhaling.
When he saw Luo Min's belly proudly, Lin Wanrong couldn't help but laugh. Seeing the extreme silence in the hall, he stood up and smiled, "Master Luo, read a poem next."
Everyone in the hall saw an uproar when they saw someone standing up, and it was the black horse Lin San who went all the way all the more excited. But when I heard that he was going to bark, I was a little disappointed. This is Solitaire poem. What do you want to do? I ca n’t catch Master Luo ’s poems, so I do n’t have to do this test.
Wu Xueyu lost his ugliness in the last round, and he has accumulated grudges against Lin San. After hearing what he said, he couldn't help sneering: "This is a Solitaire, what is the use of your poetry?"
Qi Lin Wanrong laughed three times and said, "There is no use, you know when you hear it."
Luo Luomin glanced at Lin Wanrong and smiled, "Lin Gongzi, what good poem makes you so elegant? Please also chant it."
Yuanlin Wanrong nodded and said aloud: "Xianlianbi water moves with cool wind, and the water moves with the wind and the sun grows longer; Long moon day with cool wind moves the water, and the cool wind moves the water with lotus."
The people in the hall have not yet understood, but Wu Xuezheng's face changed greatly. Zhao Kangning and Hou Yuebai also immediately understood, with an incredible look on their faces.
Luo Luoning groaned silently twice, and suddenly yelled, "Brother Lin won."
"Shhhhhhhhhhh"-Qiao Qiao raised up Xiu Xiu's index finger to signal that they were eavesdropping, but don't let anyone know. She's no stranger to her brother's ability, and didn't ask much when she heard it. He smiled and said, "Sister Ning, you can rest assured. I said earlier that my brother will never disappoint."
Luo Luomin applauded and laughed: "Okay, okay, Lin Gongzi really learned extraordinary. This is the only pass you can pass."
Except for a limited number of people, everyone else did not know the trick. One of the boys stood up and said, "Master Luo, why did Lin San win this time? Students don't understand."
Luo Min smiled: "Then I will explain it to everyone. The first sentence of the old one is Wing Chun, and the second sentence is supposed to be Yin Xia. The verses that Lin Gongzi wrote are the original poems. , His chant of Xia Xia is-Xianglian, Bishui, the wind, the wind, the sun and the moon grow long. "
Everyone thought for a while, and then they came to understand that, in an instant, the applause was like a tide, which lasted forever. The difficulty of Luo Min's problem is obvious. The talent of this family Ding Linsan is not small.
Qi Lin Wanrong stood up, took a nap in the loop, and smiled, "Bad hit by mistake, give and accept."
春 This spring, summer, autumn, and winter poem should have been four sentences. At the moment, there is only spring, summer, and autumn and winter, but the other three are not connected. It is a bit regrettable. Lin Wanrong saw Luo Min's eyes turning around and kept floating on himself. Could the old man want me to face up to both autumn and winter, I rely on, stop playing with me. He hurriedly exclaimed, "Master Luo, who won this battle?"
Solitaire poetry only he answered it, whoever loses and who wins is obvious. It was originally a four-for-two final, but it could only advance to one, and the competition ended early. Actually, Lin trifolded the laurel crown, and naturally some people did not agree.
Luo Min was about to answer, but saw Cheng De stand up and say, "Slow, Lord Luo, you adults, it is said that it is a four-match test. How to play the three rounds, it is over. According to the officials, For the sake of fairness, it is better to play another round. Or let me wait for you to be a feast for the eyes, everyone said? "
Everyone didn't want to see such a wonderful fighting poetry meeting and ended in a hurry. They all responded to it suddenly. Luo Ning slammed behind the stage and said, "How can these people have no faith?"
Tong Luomin glanced at Lin Wanrong, and seemed to seek his opinion. Lin Wanrong cursed inwardly, you old man, even the happiness of your daughter? Also came to ask me what to do.
康 Zhao Kangning winked at Beijing's genius Wu Xueyi, and Wu Xueyi immediately stood up and said, "Master Xie and Lord Luo gave the students a chance, and the students, on behalf of Xiao Wangye and Brother Hou, asked the Prince Lin for advice."
When Hou Yuebai was about to speak, Zhao Kangning gave him a stern glance. Hou Gongzi was afraid of Xiao Wangye's power and did not dare to speak, so he was naturally represented.
Gao Lin Wanrong laughed hesitantly; "Well, Wu Gongzi said, this poem competition itself is extremely fair. Right now, your brothers Taiqian make way for Xiao Ke to win. Wu Gongzi has lost his chance, but how can he ask for advice?"
三 The defeat of the three of them was witnessed by everyone. Lin Wanrong asked such a question, and Wu Xueyi was dumb. The audience around the bottom was agitated and shouted, "One more round, another round-"
Lin Wanrong smiled: "But-since everyone's momentum is so enthusiastic, Brother Wu is so sincere, it's too small to allow it, and that's too impersonal. So the rules are the rules, and it's not bad. Why not? The law of the middle. Brother Wu, please pour a cup of tea in your own hands and send it to Xiao Ke. Call Mr. Lin, and we will play another round. "
This method is to force Wu Xuezhen to admit defeat to the teacher, even if he pulls back in the last time, but the ceremony of the teacher has already been done, and if he wins, it means no victory. The reader was so high, and now there was a duo fighting poems. In the eyes of everyone, how could Wu Xueyi lower his head and snorted without speaking.
The audience was unhappy, Luo Yuan took the lead and shouted, "Pouring tea, pouring tea-"
There was a warm atmosphere under the stage, Luo Min touched his smile, Cheng De was black and did not speak. Zhao Kangning winked at Wu Xuezheng, but Wu Xuezheng helplessly, he gritted his teeth, stood up and poured tea, and sent to Lin Wanrong in front of him: "Mr. Lin, please use tea!"
Qi Lin Wanrong stabbed in a chair, didn't get up, took the tea cup, nodded and smiled like an old scholar: "Xunzi can teach, Xunzi can teach!"
Master Jaina cried out, "This is the second round. The two talents are competing for each other. They can choose the topic freely."
Wu Xueying gritted his teeth. She shook her hand and said, "No, I will only publish a poem, limited to a cup of tea. Please ask Mr. Lin to go ahead. If he goes up, I will lose."
The most critical moment came when everyone saw it. The Beijing genius seemed to be completely outraged, and the good show was about to take place. He had already held his breath and listened to his questions.
Wu Xueyu slowly walked a few steps in the hall, remembering today's humiliation, his heart became more and more indignant, and he said loudly: "With wood is also chess, without wood is also it. When diving into bad shrimp, Tigers and Pingyang were bullied by dogs. "
This is a true portrayal of his mood today. He is a well-known talent in Beijing. He was invited to participate in the Jinling Poetry Fair. He thought it would be a great sight. It is unbearable for such a proud and well-known scholar.
As soon as Wu Xueyi's words fell, some people in the hall shouted loudly. Although this poem was secretly cursing, he was also very intelligent. It really deserves to be a talent in Beijing. He does have some knowledge. Lin Wanrong glanced into the hall and saw that those who were applauding kept looking at Zhao Kangning secretly, apparently all this little Wangye's eyeliner. Damn, play this set with me. When I was playing this, you were playing with yellow mud and urine, Lin Wanrong smiled coldly.
Wu Xueyu was encouraged by the crowd, and realized that his previous "insult" had been reduced by a few points, and he was brave and vocal: "Lin Gongzi, it's time for Zancha, you may be right?"
Qi Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "It's just a poem, it's pure entertainment. Brother Wu doesn't need to pay too much attention, I'm wrong with this poem."
庵 Wu Xueyu rejoiced and said, "Why? Brother Mo Feilin, do you admit defeat? Is it strange?"
"Admit defeat?" Lin Wanrong snorted coldly: "Brother Wu, don't hide from you, I have never confessed the word in my dictionary, and I'm afraid that I've met this poem and made you too embarrassed."
康 Zhao Kangning stood up and said, "Lin San, you can't talk nonsense. Read the poem you made. If you can't get it right, you will automatically step aside."
Gao Linwanrong glared and said angrily, "Lin San was also called by you? Little lord, did you forget that the promise of the day could not be fulfilled?"
康 Zhao Kangning's face flushed with redness, and he bit his teeth bitterly: "Then please ask Mr. Lin, come to the poem soon."
When they came out of this, some people in the hall knew the truth, but most people didn't know why, but they didn't dare to speak back when they saw the prince of Lin San being condemned.
Lin Wanrong smiled happily: "Since Brother Wu and Xiao Wang are so kind, then Xiao Ke will try it. Brother Wu's poem is extremely interesting, what a dragon, a tiger, and a shrimp and a dog are really powerful It ’s very good. It ’s like your talents in Beijing are the dragon and tigers. We Jiangnan scholars do n’t use any small shrimps in your eyes. This is too small a glance at my Jiangnan talents.

Wu Xueyi ’s poem was only ironic that Lin Wanrong was a man. When he expanded indefinitely, he became a genius who attacked Jiangnan. The majority of scholars in the hall were Jiangnan scholars. Now Lin Sanjiu already represents the genius of Jiangnan. Scolded, the yellow mud suddenly fell into the crotch, not but shit.
Wu Xueyu never thought about it when he wrote his poems. He never thought that Lin San was so cunning. He immediately pulled Jiangnan talents into his camp. He was really miscalculated. Wu Gongzi secretly wiped his forehead with cold sweat and never dared to speak again.
Lin Wanrong hesitantly said: "Since Wu Gongzi looks down on my Jiangnan talents, I am not polite. Today we are on the Qinhuai River, and we will use the flowing water to enter the subject: if there is water, there is a stream, and if there is no water, remove the stream. By the water, add a bird? (Chicken), proud that the cat is worse than the tiger, and the hair-removing phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. "
"Okay, okay-" The applause in the hall spread like thunder, and spread throughout the Qinhuai River. This is all sincerely sent out. In this last round of battle, Lin Wanrong calmly and generously, not only was not afraid of the talented man in Beijing, Wu Xuezheng, but he also insulted him and learned it intact.
庵 Wu Xuezhen was blushing, Zhao Kangning's face was blue, and he could not speak.
Qi Lin Wanrong wiped her forehead with cold sweat. Damn, these bird poems are more tiring than fighting a battle. For Luo Ning, this genius took great efforts this time.
Luo Luomin applauded and laughed: "Okay, okay, okay, this round of poetry will be successfully concluded in four rounds. The son of Lin Gongzi is very talented and topped the list.
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Guo Wuchang was cheering for Lin San, but one of the Xiao family members hurried over and said something in the ear of the master. Guo Wuchang was shocked, and the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground.
"Master Luo, what does Miss Luo think of our son Lin?" One of them shouted in the hall, and everyone laughed, and the hall was tumultuous. This is the highlight of this poetry festival. Not talking?
"What?" Luo Minfu smiled and said, "In the end, the choice of relatives will be decided by the little girl. Come, please ask Miss--"
Luo Min's voice fell, and she saw a little girl walking behind the curtain, holding a hibiscus tent in her hand, and one side embroidered the quilted Jinpa, walking to Lin Wanrong, blessed a blessing, and smiled, Then, these two things were given to my son by my lady, and asked the son to write poems together. "
What do you mean, Lin Wanrong looked at the hibiscus tent and cymbals, as if she saw Luo Ning's little girl flushed with a small face, hiding behind the scenes and looking at herself secretly. He laughed loudly, and his heart was twitching. This little girl is interesting. The fool can see it, obviously you confessed to me, why should you let me wet. Well, this woman has a much thinner skin than me.
At this moment, he was full of excitement, and the two obscene poems were nothing to worry about. He took the paper brushes and brushed down and wrote down a few lines. Before he finished writing, he saw the young master Guo Wuchang rushing forward anxiously, Two words were spoken in his ear.
"What?" Lin Wanrong was shocked, lost his pen and paper, and flew to the outside of the cabin.