Free-spirited Illegitimate Son

At this time, many people present seem to have smelled the smell of gunpowder. Liu Jiachang is the most oily. After chewing it carefully, he felt that Ye Chenliang was a little aggressive. This young master of the Ye family is dismantling the desk of the new case, so he quickly smoothed things over with a smile: " Since Chunqiu is hungry, let's eat the food and wine first, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry."

Seeing the wind and turning the rudder, everyone also felt that something was wrong, and said one after another: "Haha... eat wine... eat wine..."

Ye Chenliang has now grasped Ye Chunqiu's handle, knowing that this ignorant scum has encountered a problem, thinking of the anger he received today, his limelight and brilliance being covered up by an illegitimate child, he has become angry from embarrassment, he said firmly: "Taste It's just a matter of the moment, so don't delay the matter, just invite uncle to come..."

"I think...you don't need to work hard for my father, you can kill a chicken with a sledgehammer." Ye Chunqiu took Ye Chenliang's words with a smile.

Ye Chunqiu sighed, and said eloquently: "Originally... I didn't want to judge..."

Ye Chenliang was overjoyed and said, "Oh? Does Chunqiu disdain my words?"

Everyone cheered up again, wanting to hear what Ye Chunqiu had to say.

Ye Chunqiu said: "You are my elder brother. It is said that a brother never speaks of his faults. If I say that my poems are not good, it will appear that I, as a younger brother, have no rules."

The implication is that Ye Chunqiu doesn't like this poem.

Ye Chenliang sneered in his heart, a scum like you dare to say such big things with a cheating case leader, he said confidently: "My words are not good?"

"Brother really want me to tell the truth?" Seeing Ye Liangchen nodding without hesitation, Ye Chunqiu finally put away his humility and said: "Unsightly!"

This time I really don't blame him for wanting to slap Ye Chenliang in the face, it's because this guy is too thick-skinned: "At least in Brother Yu's opinion, it's bullshit!"

Everyone gasped, Chunqiu's words were too heavy, this word is quite good, how can it be degraded to nothing, it seems that the two brothers are on the right side, just now everyone thought Ye Chenliang was too much, but now And faintly felt that Ye Chunqiu was merciless.

Ye Chenliang has a good father, a grandfather who loves him, is the eldest son of the Ye family, and has won the favor of the teacher. His life has been smooth and smooth. No one has said such words to him before, so his face pulled down: "Really? You said it was unsightly? What qualifications do you have to say that it is unsightly, where is it unsightly, Chunqiu, you are too presumptuous, is this what uncle taught you?"

The three sentences cannot be separated from an uncle, this is because everyone knows that the eldest of the Ye family once eloped with a woman with big feet, and Ye Chenliang reminded him over and over again, just to sprinkle salt on the wounds of Ye Chunqiu and his son.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Mrs. Ye couldn't help being annoyed. At this time, Ye Chunqiu smiled slightly, but said: "Cousin, you asked me to comment. I wanted to eat."

Ye Chenliang sneered and said, "I'm not in a hurry to eat, please enlighten me."

"This is easy." Ye Chunqiu said: "I got a piece of Linjiang Immortal in my dream, so let everyone come to comment."

Since it was too late to study the rhythm, Ye Chunqiu chose to encircle Wei and save Zhao.

Don't you want to play Linjiang Immortal?Then use Linjiang Immortal to play you to death!

At this point, everyone has no steps to go down, but the guests are all shocked, it seems that Ye Anshou is about to write a lyrics, and in the dream... what the hell is this.

When Ye Liangchen wrote the lyrics just now, he had already prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Ye Chunqiu began to write.

Old Uncle Ye loves to be lively, squeezed in the crowd, stroked his beard and shook his head, and began to read: "Rolling Yangtze River eastward..."

Many people nodded, the metric was acceptable, although this sentence was a bit plain, but the beginning was very open.

Old Uncle Ye read again: "The waves wipe out the heroes."

There was no sound in the hall.

Although I have never eaten pork but have seen pigs walk, the spectators may not write any good poems, but people in this era who have read books have an incomparably deep understanding of poems. Dong Pai Shui, really generous, I feel a little unstoppable at the beginning of the pen.

The others nodded their heads in surprise.

It's a good word, but I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it back. Everyone shook their heads, feeling a little pity.

Old Uncle Ye read again: "Success or failure is turning around, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is red a few times..."

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"Okay!" Old Uncle Ye was in high spirits after reading, and couldn't help applauding loudly.

It's not just him, the rest of the people have complained.

If the first two short sentences were said to be generous, everyone would have been worried at first, but the next sentence was a turn of events, turning this generosity into tragic and desolate.

"The green hills are still there, and the sunset is red for a few times..." After reading this sentence, there are many people of his age present here, and they are not young. After writing the words here, they can't help feeling the vicissitudes of life.

If a high-spirited Jinshi master is here, he can yell at everyone in this hall: 'I am not targeting anyone, I just want to say that everyone here is rubbish. '

That's right, in this small place, although most of the people who can sit here are gentry, but on the road of life, such as the old man, he is just a scholar, and he has passed the provincial examination several times, but all of them failed.Needless to say, the old uncle, most other people have the same experience. The first half of the word is very similar to their lives. They have also been beautiful and lonely. But the green hills are still there, the sunrise and sunset are still there, and the success and failure you experienced in the first half of your life are nothing but illusions.

Old Mrs. Ye's eyes were blurred, the old uncle's voice was choked up, and the other gentry were not much better, their eyes were red, even Liu Jiachang, who was only fluent in writing, couldn't help being moved by it at this moment, and pursed his lips for a while. Can't even pronounce a good word.

Ye Chenliang's face became more and more gloomy. He may not be able to perceive the emotion in the words, but he has enough level to appreciate the long artistic conception in the words. Compared with this word, his own words are like gold and dung. the difference.

Uncle Ye continued to read, choked with sobs: "The white-haired fisherman Jiang Chushang is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze, happy to meet each other with a pot of turbid wine. There are many things in ancient and modern times, and they are all jokes."

Old Uncle Ye couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, as if in a flash, the vicissitudes and grievances in his heart disappeared without a trace.Everyone feels this way. You see, the white-haired fisherman on the river has long been accustomed to the changes of the four seasons. He rarely meets his friends and drinks a glass of wine happily. The disturbances throughout the ages are just jokes. ?

Yes, when people reach their age, they should let go of many things. Even an old man with white hair can let go and detach himself, so what can we not see?

The taste of it, and only Mrs. Ye, Mrs. Ye and many old gentry can understand the taste of it.

Ye Chunqiu put down the pen, the handwriting was not exquisite.

But at this time, no one was making fun of it. When everyone noticed Ye Chunqiu again, they suddenly discovered that this child in his early ten years old actually had a sense of vicissitudes that did not match his age.

Nima, good or bad, two lives, although sometimes pretending to be a child would be funny, but after writing this poem, Ye Chunqiu was also infected, it's not easy, I didn't make a name for myself in my previous life, so I can't make people look down on me in this life , Right and wrong success or failure turned around empty, I haven't succeeded yet.

Ye Chunqiu read shock from everyone's eyes.

Ye Chenliang's body trembled even more, and his face was as pale as paper.

Just now when Ye Chunqiu said that his words were unsightly, everyone was still thinking, Ye Chunqiu was a little rude, now that they read this word, this shit is unsightly, it is simply rubbish, Ye Chenliang is at that level, you dare to be generous To write lyrics with shame?

"This word..." Wang Taigong, who has never been very talkative, couldn't help talking. Wang Taigong is a landlord in a neighboring village, and his family background is similar to that of the Ye family. He has been reticent today, not because of the relationship between the Wang family and the Ye family. Disharmony, the fact that the entire Wang family was wiped out in the county examination this year, while the Ye family was in the same place for a while, always felt bad, but now Wang Taigong is not in the mood to care about this, he looked at Ye Chunqiu appreciatively and said: "But it was made by Chunqiu?"

Everyone stared at Ye Chunqiu motionlessly.