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    ? In the garden of Situ Mansion, the grand gathering of composing poems on the spot is still going on, and the venue is full of literary spirit and inspiration.

    There is a handsome young man with his hands behind his back, looking at the blue sky and white clouds at a 45¡ã angle, but there is an indescribable indifference in the corners of his mouth;  Writing, but the pen was hanging in the air, and it didn¡¯t fall down for a long time. Instead, he sighed and put down the pen again. After a while, his face showed joy again.  , there was no movement for a long time; there was a young girl with beautiful eyes looking around, with a round fan in her hand covering half of her face

    In order to ask for a sentence, I searched for the blue sky and the Yellow Springs, but that's all.

    "Nonsense!" Hu Xueting glared at Zhang Xiuwen, obviously a group of pretenders, why speak so elegantly!

    ?Look at the west corner, the young man waved a folding fan, smiling and waving to the girls outside from time to time, this is also called "For a word, go up to the blue sky, and down to the underworld"?  Bullying me for my poor eyesight?

    Zhang Xiuwen squinted at the idiot: "If you can't pretend to be forceful, why would you participate in poetry?" I felt extremely refreshed. I was despised and despised by Hu Xueting so much, and I finally despised him back. I must remember this moment forever!

    Hu Xueting carefully looked at the talented scholars and talented women in the venue, and none of them was really thinking about poems seriously. Everyone in this kind of banquet has poems in stock, what a mess.

    "Okay, I'm innocent." Hu Xueting murmured, thinking that the poetry meeting was just a gathering of the little sisters in the Dream of the Red Chamber, tasting fragrant tea and eating melon seeds.  I just wrote a gorgeous poem, and then everyone chattered about whose handwriting is good, whose words are gorgeous, who used how many allusions, chatted a few words, and it took a while to get it done, completely forgetting the difference in scale,  There have been huge changes in quality and quantity.

    How can a game between a few little sisters compare with a gathering of hundreds or thousands of people? If you don¡¯t seize the opportunity to express your appearance, talent, smile, temperament, talk about clothing, when are you waiting?

    Seeing that none of the group of people in the field wrote poems, Hu Xueting had an extremely ominous premonition in his heart. Could it be that the poetry meeting of this small young hero would take half an hour?

    "Half an hour? Dude!" Zhang Xiuwen squeezed out all the contemptuous eyes in his life, wishing to throw them on Hu Xueting's face.  , at least two and a half hours."

    Hu Xueting turned pale with shock, and deeply suspected that Zhang Xiuwen was wrong, just pretending to be coercive in such a foolish way for two and a half hours in the field, is this pretending to be coercive or masochistic?

    "Half an hour gathers manpower, arranges tables, chairs and writing, a group of big bosses discuss which theme is suitable for today, and there will be no taboos; one hour writes poems" Poetry is not Chinese cabbage. Inspiration is needed, and words and sentences need to be repeatedly tempered.  Looking for artistic conception, those who can write good poems within an hour are all real masters, or those who have a backlog of inventory and sell poems at a sale.

    In the venue, several people quickly finished writing poems, bowed their hands around, and left the venue.

    "These few came out after entering the arena, and they are all bumpkins who participated for the first time." Zhang Xiuwen was very dismissive of those good boys who left the arena quickly. Everyone was using the previous backlog of poems, but it was so obvious.  , So stupid, and completely missed the time to pretend.

    "At the last hour of tasting poems, the bosses read them one by one, discussed them, and told what is good and what is bad. Especially good ones have to be announced, and the top three are selected for public comment." Zhang Xiuwen said about the poetry meeting.  For the process, two and a half hours are necessary for a large poetry meeting with hundreds of people. Sometimes, when encountering particularly controversial lines, three hours can't handle it.  "

    Hu Xueting seriously counted the officials at the scene, there were not three hundred, but two hundred and eight, and screamed: "Company annual meeting!"

    A group of bigwigs appreciating poetry, only a few people with the highest literary talents and the highest status will speak?  So simple!  They are all cultural people, how can they deprive others of their freedom to express their opinions!  All the officials present must say a few words more or less, otherwise there will be a group of harmony, a grand event in the literary world?  It's like a company holding an annual meeting. After the general manager has finished speaking, there are also deputy general managers, department managers, and outstanding employee representatives, talking endlessly, the food is cold, and many people are waiting in line to speak.

    "No wonder you all look like shit!" Hu Xueting was still surprised at first, because Mao deserved a grand poetry meeting where everyone was excited, all the onlookers had dark faces, and several young ladies even turned pale, and they didn't see it at all.  A handsome young man, a literati, is excited to see a talented man's new poems with his own eyes.  Two and a half hours of stupid watching people write and read poems, who can bear it?

    "Why doesn't Mao go around and play mahjong?" Hu Xueting looked at Xiao Xuelan, who was about to doze off on the desk, and just sat there, so stupid.bsp; Xue Haotian's complexion can no longer be described in human language, and he finally realized a truth, some people can't be messed with if they can't be messed with, and some mistakes can't be made if they can't be committed.

    Hundreds of people in the garden looked at Hu Xueting in awe, saying that rumors kill people, and today they finally saw it with their own eyes.

    That person, that person!  Even if she is smiling, even if she is crazy, people who cannot mention their names are existences that cannot be mentioned.

    That night, Xue Haotian committed suicide by throwing himself into the river, but failed, so he went out behind closed doors and was never seen again.

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    ps: It stands to reason that when Yang Shu and other big bosses see the grandson of an old friend, they should have two names, one is a nickname, and the other is a name used in public, such as "good brother, good nephew" or something.  However, my level of education is too low, and I can't remember how to call my grandchildren. I can't be "good grandchildren", right?  Can only ignore the past.

    Note 1. This paragraph of dental knowledge comes from Zhihu dr.yan "How to evaluate Wolf Warrior 2", an excerpt.

    ? 2018.09.24 Corrected the typo.  Thanks to readers "She Buji" and "26398484" for catching bugs.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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