The Little King Next Door Chapter 25: Hello 1.25
Wang Shengli felt like he was going to be ruined by the little goblin who wrote poetry.
Fortunately, he wasn't stupid enough to ask what sub-rhyme was, and he used his own wisdom to guess the general meaning of it.
——It is estimated that it is a certain step before writing poetry.
Wang Shengli knew that once it fell into actual combat, he would definitely suffer a big loss. The guesses were always separated by a layer, just like seeing flowers in the fog, and the mysterious moon in the sky.
Rather than waiting to fail, it's better to strike first, use action to stop the action, and take the initiative!
Thinking like this, Wang Shengli felt very relieved, and said seriously: "When writing poetry, the most important thing is to pay attention to an artistic conception. Today, we meet friends through poetry, we don't need to pay attention to these cumbersome rules, we can just send it according to the nature."
He looks confident and unhurried, his palms sweaty and sticky. Looking nervously at other people's reactions, I don't know if these words can fool the past.
Fortunately, the expressions of everyone did not change, but "Qu Nan" sighed repeatedly: "Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books. Just do as your son said, let's improvise. I admire the masterpiece of the son!"
The praise of "Qu Nan" not only let Wang Shengli know that he had temporarily fooled himself, but also gave him a sense of pride and self-confidence. Compliment from a rival is tantamount to the highest compliment to a person.
Wang Shengli silently braced his chest, and his heart was filled with more surging fighting spirit.
Look, even if he doesn't understand anything, he's still amazing!
At this moment, he is extremely hopeful that he will be able to take advantage of this shareholder wind and beat his love rival to the bottom of his body, and he will never be able to get up again!
Different from the previous retreat and fear, Wang Shengli waved his hand full of pride, "Come on! Go all out!"
Come on! I won't be merciful even if you praise me!
Zheng Mian received Wang Shengli's provocative eyes, smiled implicitly, pointed to one of the long tables, and said humbly, "Young master, please."
Wang Shengli rejected his offer: "No. The visitor is a guest, of course you are the first to invite!"
Zheng Mian still wanted to make concessions, but Master Fang took him by the hand and brought him to one of the tables. He smiled and said, "My cousin and nephew are right. The guest is up to the host, and he invites you to take the seat first. Now, you can't be more polite."
Zheng Mian couldn't refuse any longer, and took the position with a smile.
Master Fang looked at Wang Shengli with a mild tone: "You should also be in your place."
Wang Shengli stood at the table according to his words and looked back at Zheng Mian. Zheng Mian had already laid out a piece of white paper in front of him at this time, and was taking a paperweight to press one side of the white paper. Wang Shengli followed the gourd to draw a scoop, and also spread a piece of white paper in front of him, took the paperweight placed on the corner of the table and pressed the white paper.
Zheng Mian picked another pen on the pen holder, put it back after picking it, paused, took it back, and put it on the undulating porcelain pen.
Wang Shengli pretended to take a few casual glances, then turned his head and found the pen holder on the table in front of him. He also picked out a pen and took a look at it in his hand. The pen that Mian put on the pen, put the brush in her hand back again, picked another one, and looked at Zheng Mian's pen again, feeling that it was almost done, so she put the pen back with peace of mind. He took off the pen holder and placed it on the pen holder. He imitated Zheng Mian's movements very attentively to ensure that it was exactly the same.
When he finished these actions, he turned his head and found that Zheng Mian had already started to study ink.
Fuck! Why don't you wait for me!
Wang Shengli's eyes widened, wishing to use his eyes to shoot two holes in Zheng Mian Momo's hand.
He reluctantly stabilized his hands and feet, silently scolding Zheng Mian from beginning to end in his heart, and quickly found the two things in Zheng Mian's hands on the table: inkstone and ink stick.
He held the rectangular ink block with one hand and the square inkstone with the other, glanced at Zheng Mian's ink-grinding movements, gritted his teeth, pressed the ink block into the inkstone, and began to grind it in a circle.
One step, two steps, one step, two steps
Step by step like a minion
The steps of the devil
Friction
rub on this smooth ground
The friction is like the devil's pace
The steps of the devil
……
Wang Shengli beat himself inwardly while rubbing ink sticks back and forth in the inkstone.
Master Fang stared at Zheng Mian's movements for a while, and then he had some idea in his heart, knowing that this young man should be in constant contact with these things. He turned his head and looked back at Wang Shengli's situation.
After watching for a while, Mr. Fang opened his mouth, a little unable to bear to disturb this serious young man.
The little finger of the young man is slightly raised, and he is holding an ink stick and grinding it seriously. His beautiful and beautiful hand with fair skin and even skin contrasts with the good ink stick. He stares at the ink table in his hand intently, as if he can no longer tolerate Nothing else.
But boy, why don't you add water when you grind ink?
Master Fang hesitated.
Wang Shengli exerted all his strength, and quickly ground the ink block to an obvious one. There was also a pile of dry black powder in the inkstone. He stopped and looked at the inkstone in his hand strangely.
There seems to be something wrong?
What's wrong?
He picked up the ink stick and looked at the section where he had worn away a layer of trouble.
Why does it feel so wrong!
He looked back at Zheng Mian, and Master Fang, who had been watching him silently for a while, also followed his gaze to Zheng Mian.
At this time, Zheng Mian has all the work ready. In front of him lay the paved white paper, pressed with a paperweight. There was a puddle of jet-black ink in his inkstone, and the ink stick was still in it and not put away, it looked like the ink stick melted and flowed out a pool of liquid. There are two pens on his pen holder, one with the tip dipped in ink and the other clean as if it had been soaked in water.
A light flashed in Wang Shengli's mind, and he finally realized what was wrong!
It turned out to be... a pen was missing! !
With a feeling like this, Wang Shengli suddenly realized that writing poetry requires two brushes!
He thinks witly, that's understandable! Just like in the previous exams, in order to prevent the pen from running out of water or the refill suddenly running out of water, and encountering other people who want to borrow a pen, it is generally necessary to bring at least one spare pen!
Wang Shengli Fanzhi confidently picked up another pen from the pen holder. He glanced at the table and found a large porcelain jar of water. He smiled smugly, put the pen in the water and stirred it a few times.
Master Fang sighed in relief when he saw his action, and smiled gratified.
However, his smile soon froze.
After Wang Shengli dipped the pen in water, he placed the pen on the pen resting slowly, and then, there was no more.
Master Fang was hanging on his chest in one breath, he couldn't be more depressed.
He walked to Wang Shengli silently, looked at Wang Shengli, and received a confident smile from him. Master Fang quietly glanced at Zheng Mian, who was concentrating on finding inspiration, and the matchmaker Zhang who closed his mouth and looked at him with expectant eyes. He silently moved closer to Wang Shengli, with a kind of whisper The expression on his face motioned Wang Shengli to put his ears close, and asked in a low voice and worry: "Xiao Wang, why don't you add water?"
Gah?
Add water?
Wang Shengli looked at Master Fang with a bewildered expression.
It's also embarrassing for such a big-hearted and fat man like Master Fang to bite his ears carefully, but unfortunately he didn't accept the real meaning of others at all.
Master Fang had to continue to hold his breath and bite his ears with him, his face flushed, and the tip of his nose was sweating.
"Xiao Wang, tell your uncle honestly, do you have any unique skills?"
Wang Shengli was even more at a loss by his whispers.
Master Fang looked at his innocent face, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but today he said that he is a distant cousin, a person from his side, if he loses face, it will be a shame for the entire Fang family.
At this time, Mr. Fang couldn't help but secretly hate that he really shot himself in the foot! Originally, he was going to teach this little **** a lesson, but in the end, he himself had to worry and be afraid!
Although he was angry, he had to continue biting his ears.
So Wang Shengli finally recovered what was wrong!
Master Fang said: "Why don't you add water when you grind ink?! I have never seen someone who grinds ink without adding water in my life. You are the first!"
Wang Shengli suddenly felt like he was in a daze. It turned out that he didn't add water! !
He lowered his head and glanced at the porcelain water tank, again in trouble. How to add this? What to scoop?
Master Fang was strangely aware of his doubts at a glance. Now he has calmed down. He is completely empty, and he has no desire to communicate with this person!
Thanks to him going first, I thought this little **** had some stunts to grind ink without adding water!
Waste emoji!
He squeezed Wang Shengli with one arm. He reached out and took the pen on the pen. He reached into the water tank and dipped it in the water, dripping it into the center of the inkstone. After dipping it a few times, he picked up the ink stick and silently Grind up. After a while, a puddle of ink of moderate shades appeared.
Wang Shengli watched with open eyes, and thought in amazement: Ink grinding is really a technical job, and I have gained knowledge!
Master Fang gave Wang Shengli a stern look after grinding the ink, threw the ink block in his hand, and squeezed the surprised Wang Shengli away to Zheng Mian's side without looking back.
Zheng Mian thought about it for a long time, and now he has gained something, so he turned to look at Wang Shengli. Seeing Wang Shengli standing in front of the table with an inscrutable face, he thought that he was getting better, thinking about it, retracting his gaze thoughtfully, and dipped a pen and ink on the paper to start writing.
Wang Shengli saw that he started to write. Unwilling to be left behind, he took a pen and dipped it in the ink that his father-in-law had sharpened for him. He bit the pen and hesitated for a while, then slowly began to write.
The serious look on his face made Mr. Fang, who took the time to quietly pay attention, have a toothache. He's completely out of touch*. Facts have proved that between people, it is best to maintain an infinite sense of mystery!
The truth or something, tears fall from those who know!
Wang Shengli, who no one saw what he wrote, looked at his work, silently pulled out a piece of paper again, pressed it on the half-finished product that was only half-written, spread it again, and pressed the paperweight.
When writing the second one, Wang Shengli summed up the failure experience of the first one and learned a lesson from it.
Don't hesitate, write neatly and neatly, so you can write well!
So when he started to write, he took a deep breath in his heart, ran the pen holder rapidly, and wrote a whole sheet of paper in one go.
After writing, he smiled contentedly, feeling very proud of his neat and sloppy attitude.
He put the brush on the rest of the pen, rolled up his sleeves, smiled and lowered his head to look at the "magical work" he swiped.
At first glance, the corners of his raised mouth gradually flattened, and the stretched eyebrows slowly gathered. When he took a second look, there were wrinkles between his eyebrows, and the corners of his flat mouth pulled down into an inverted arc, like a crescent moon floating in the western sky on a summer night. When he looked at it for the third time, he succeeded in having a face of a mother-in-law.
This stroke, written in white and black, is definitely from Du Fu's poem: "When the pen falls, the poem turns into tears!"
Look at this word first.
When Wang Shengli wrote it, he felt that he was writing in one go, and he still had a little bit of luck in his heart. When he finished writing, he was immediately dumbfounded. Where is this word? It is simply worse than a ghost painting! Twisting crickets are like black and black earthworms intertwined, and they are like the crazy journey left by a male dog in love all the way on paper. Wang Shengli even felt for a moment that the role he played here was not important at all. Because the leading role played by human beings is completely invisible!
Look at the poem again.
...Oh, I can't tell what was written.
I feel like I've eaten dog _ shit. t^t
The ghost will be scared to go home to find her mother when she sees this word.
The little writer's dream that was born before the pen was shattered.
Five thousand years of Chinese culture cannot save him now!