After a few rounds of drinking, everyone present was a little tipsy.

Kang Lieguang was called up most often, partly because we all had good friendships with him, and partly because we heard him write poems.

After all, he is a figure who can represent the poetry of Xia Dynasty. Many of Kang Lieguang's poems are popular masterpieces, and some of them have been included in textbooks.

Many young people have grown up memorizing his poems and even thought that Kang Lieguang had died long ago. This is how the title of "Living Legend" came about.

Zhen Xian looked at Kang Lieguang a little drunkenly and said, "Old Kang, it's been three years. You haven't written a poem in these three years?"

Kang Lieguang smiled bitterly: "I have not been in the mood to write poetry in the past two years, and I am already old, so I can't do it even if I want to."

Because of Wang Xue's incident two years ago, Kang Yong was hit hard. Kang Lieguang had to go back to the drawing board to stabilize the company, uncover the truth, and consider the aftermath, which made him very physically and mentally exhausted.

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Zhen Xian was a little disappointed and looked at the others: "What about you?"

Others shook their heads.

It’s not that you can’t write it, it’s that you can’t write it. The people present are all top poets. You can still tell whether a poem is good or bad. Instead of making people laugh at a bad poem, it’s better to keep your head down and do it.

A bastard.

Seeing this, Zhen Xian couldn't help but feel a little angry: "There are just these people, and they are all hidden, right? So what's the point of holding the Three Yin Club?"

Someone said: "Then you should come here."

Zhen Xian was immediately discouraged and sighed sadly.

"that……"

Fang Jin raised his hand and said, "How about I do one."

"Do you want to sing?" Zhen Xian nodded: "Okay."

To everyone's surprise, Fang Jin shook his head and said, "I'll compose a poem."

As soon as this was said, everyone present had different reactions.

Mr. Li was very interested: "Oh? Then I have to listen carefully."

Kang Lieguang glanced at Fang Jin unexpectedly and said nothing.

Zhen Xian frowned and said earnestly: "Xiao Fang, I know you write lyrics very well, but writing poetry is not as simple as writing lyrics. As the saying goes, crossing a line is like crossing a mountain..."

"Why are you talking so much?" Kang Lieguang interrupted Zhen Xian dissatisfied: "Just now you were clamoring for others to compose poems. Now that someone is going to compose poems, why aren't you happy?"

Zhen Xian blurted out: "As a musician, what kind of poetry can he write?"

As soon as he heard this, Mr. Li immediately got angry. He stared at Zhen Xian's nose and said angrily: "What do you mean? Why can't musicians write poetry? Who are you looking down on?"

Zhen Xian opened her mouth, but just as she was about to speak, Kang Lieguang stepped in and smoothed things over: "Mr. Li, don't be angry. Is there anything you can't say properly? Old man Zhen, what you said is indeed a bit excessive."

Seeing that Kang Lieguang had spoken, Zhen Xian decided to give Kang Lieguang some face.

Zhen Xian smiled apologetically and said to Mr. Li: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything against you. It's just that I have studied ancient Chinese poetry for most of my life, and I really don't want to see anyone treating casual remarks as poetry."

Mr. Li was still angry, but when he thought that he was an outsider and being too aggressive, he said: "Xiao Fang hasn't started yet, you just said it casually? Maybe it's a good song."

Where’s the poem?”

Zhen Xian shook his head and smiled, looking aside, the meaning was self-evident.

It’s not that I look down on Fang Jin, but based on this kid’s age, experience, and knowledge, if he could really write a good poem, that would be...

Fang Jin said helplessly: "Can I compose poetry?"

Kang Lieguang looked at Fang Jin and said with a smile: "Wait a moment, let's set up the venue."

As he said that, Kang Lieguang waved his hand aside.

The next moment, a group of people appeared out of nowhere and ran over carrying iron frames, canvas, wooden boards and other things. They built a simple shed at a jaw-dropping speed, and then the group of people disappeared again.

's disappeared without a trace.

Fang Jin was greatly surprised, while the others seemed not surprised.

Snapped.

The lights in the shed came on, and a desk was quietly placed inside.

A question mark appeared on Fang Jin's face and he looked at Kang Lieguang: "This is?"

Kang Lieguang explained: "Since you are composing poetry, you must have a look, or at least write it out."

Fang Jin was stunned.

Everyone got up one after another and walked into the shed.

Kang Lieguang motioned for Fang to come in and come to the desk.

After Fang Jin saw the brush and white paper on the desk, he quickly waved his hand and said, "I can't write calligraphy."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Xian on the side was even more convinced that Fang Jin was just messing around.

Kang Lieguang looked at Zhen Xian and said, "Old man Zhen, aren't you a master of calligraphy? Come and help Xiao Fang write."

Kang Lieguang wanted to use this method to eliminate the little unpleasantness just now.

Zhen Xian is his close friend, and Fang Jin is his favorite junior. Kang Lieguang naturally does not want to see any conflict between the two.

But Zhen Xian didn't appreciate it at all. He said impatiently: "What's there to write about? Just read it."

Zhen Xian had already determined in his heart that Fang Jin could not write poetry, and he did not want to waste his pen and ink on such a place.

Kang Lieguang frowned to express his dissatisfaction, and the other party said helplessly: "Xiao Fang, please read your poem first."

Fang Jin just wanted to end it quickly, so he nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll read it."

"Wait a minute." At this time, Mr. Li suddenly said: "I will ghostwrite for Fang Jin."

With that said, he strode to the desk, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, turned to Fang Jin and said, "Read it."

Fang Jin was impatient for a long time and said directly: "It's autumn now, so I'll sing "Autumn Poems". Ahem, listen up!"

Autumn words?

The people present smiled and didn't take it seriously.

Zhen Xian looked like he was watching a joke.

Kang Lieguang was a little disappointed.

You know, there are already so many poems about autumn, which are nothing more than using the autumn scenery to lament the frustrations of life and highlight the sadness and melancholy.

But Fang Jin is at the age when he is proud of his youth. Has he experienced sorrow? Does he understand what sorrow is?

It must be just a pretentious thing...

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring!"

When they heard the first couplet of the poem, everyone present was stunned at the same time.

Before he could react, he heard Fang Jin read out the second couplet: "A crane flies above the clouds in the clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky!"

Fang Jin's voice stopped, and the shed was very quiet.

The people present held their breaths, their expressions were confused, and their minds were blank.

As expected of Zhen Xian, who specializes in poetry, he responded very quickly. He immediately recalled the poem that Fang Jin had just read in his mind.

Since ancient times, autumn has been a time of sadness and loneliness...

Zhen Xian's eyes suddenly widened and her breathing gradually became rapid.

At this time, Mr. Li broke the silence: "Ahem, um, Xiao Fang, please read it again, I didn't remember it."

Fang Jin had no choice but to read it again.

After listening to it for the second time, everyone present took a deep breath at the same time.

hiss--!!

This poem!!

"Don't read so fast, I can't keep up with my writing." Mr. Li complained while writing and drawing on the paper: "Xiao Fang, please read again. This time, read slower, word by word.

read."

Fang Jin: "..."

Is this how you talked to your teachers when you were a kid?

If you delay one minute by yourself, you will delay the whole class of forty students for forty minutes! Can't you make it to this class?

Before Fang Jin could speak, Zhen Xian, who was next to him, had already rushed to the desk. He snatched the brush from Mr. Li's hand, then lay on the paper and started writing quickly.

Mr. Li was pushed aside by Zhen Xian, frowned and said dissatisfied: "What are you doing? Didn't you say that I would ghostwrite?"

Zhen Xian's face flushed with excitement. He held up the paper with the poem on it with trembling hands and read it over and over again.

At this time, other people also reacted and came to Zhen Xian's side, stretching their necks, wishing they could put their eyes on the piece of paper.

After a while, bursts of exclamations erupted from the shed.
To be continued...