At this time, many people present seemed to have smelled a trace of gunpowder. Liu Jiachang was the most slippery. After chewing carefully, he felt that Ye Chenliang was a little aggressive. The eldest young master of the Ye family was demolishing the new case. So he quickly smiled and smoothed out: "Since Chunqiu is hungry, I will eat wine and food first. Don't be anxious, don't be anxious."

Everyone changed their minds when they saw the wind, and felt something was wrong and said, "Haha...eat wine...eat wine..."

Ye Chenliang has now seized Ye Chunqiu's handle and knew that this ignorant slag had encountered a problem. Thinking of the anger he was being exposed to today, his limelight and light were covered up by an illegitimate child, and he was already angry and embarrassed. He insisted on: "Taste is a temporary matter, and it will not be delayed, so please come..."

"I think... I don't have to work on my father, why not use a knives to kill chickens?" Ye Chunqiu took Ye Chenliang's words with a smile.

Ye Chunqiu sighed and said happily: "Originally... I don't want to comment..."

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

Everyone cheered up again and wanted to hear what Ye Chunqiu said.

Ye Chunqiu said: "You are my brother. The so-called brother will not talk about his faults. If I say that the poems are not good, it will make me unruly as a younger brother."

The implication is that Ye Chunqiu looks down on this poem.

Ye Chenliang sneered in his heart, you are a scumbag, you dare to say such big words with the cheating leader. He said confidently: "My words are not good?"

"Brother really wants me to tell the truth?" Seeing Ye Liangchen nodding without hesitation, Ye Chunqiu finally put away his humility and said, "It's unbearable!"

This time, it's really not his fault for slapping Ye Chenliang in the face. This guy is really too thick-skinned: "At least in my opinion, it's bullshit!"

Everyone took a breath of cold air. Chunqiu's tone was too heavy. This word is quite good. How can it be derogatory? It seems that the two brothers are in a match. Just now, everyone thought Ye Chenliang was too much, but now they vaguely felt that Ye Chunqiu was merciless.

Ye Chenliang had a good father, a grandfather who loved him, and the eldest son of the Ye family. He was even more favored by his teacher and had a smooth life. No one said such a thing to him. His face pulled down: "Is that so? You said it was unbearable? What qualifications do you have to say it was unbearable? What is the point of view? Chunqiu, you are too presumptuous. Is this what my uncle taught you?"

Three sentences are inseparable from an uncle. This is because everyone knows that the boss of the Ye family once elopes with a big-footed woman. Ye Chenliang reminds him over and over again, that is, to sprinkle salt on the wounds of Ye Chunqiu and his son.

Seeing that the situation was a little out of control, Old Lady Ye couldn't help but be angry. At this time, Ye Chunqiu smiled slightly, but said, "Cousin, you asked me to review it. I originally wanted to have a meal."

Ye Chenliang sneered: "You don't have to hurry to eat, please give me some advice."

"This is easy." Ye Chunqiu said: "I accidentally got a song about Linjiangxian in my dreams, so let you also give me a public comment."

Since there was no time to study the rhythm, Ye Chunqiu chose to surround Wei and save Zhao.

Don’t you want to play Linjiangxian? Then use Linjiangxian to play you to death!

At this point, no one had any steps to go down, but the guests were shocked. It seemed that Ye Chenshou was about to write lyrics, and he accidentally got it in his dream... What the hell is this?

Just now, Ye Liangchen wrote the lyrics and had prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Ye Chunqiu began to write.

Uncle Ye loves to be lively and crowds in the crowd, stroking his beard and shaking his head and chanting: "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward..."

Many people nodded, and the rhythm was acceptable. Although this sentence was a little dull, the beginning was very open.

Uncle Ye said again: "The waves wash away all the heroes."

The hall was silent.

Although I have never eaten pork but seen pigs walking, the spectators may not have written any good poems, but people of this era have read books and have a profound understanding of poems. The waves wash away all the heroes and combined with the previous sentence of the rolling Yangtze River flowing eastward, it is really generous, and it feels a bit unstoppable to start the writing.

The others nodded, their eyes showing surprise.

This word is good, but I am afraid that I can't hold it back, so everyone shook their heads and felt it was a pity.

Uncle Ye thought again: "The success or failure is gone, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times..."

call……

"Okay!" After reading it, Old Uncle Ye was so excited that he couldn't help but cheer.

It was not just him, but the rest of them slapped the table.

If the first two short sentences are generous, everyone was still worried, but the next sentence is empty, but the success or failure is a turn of twists and turns, and it suddenly turns this generosity into tragic and desolate.

"The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times..." When I finished reading this sentence, there were many people here who were of his age, and they were not young at all. After writing the poem here, I couldn't help but have a sense of vicissitudes of life.

If a Jinshi master is here, he can yell everyone in the 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, on the road of life, such as the old man, he is just a scholar, has taken the provincial examination several times, and has returned in a bad mood. Needless to say, the other people have mostly experienced this. The upper half of this word is very similar to their life. They have also been glorious and lonely. They have experienced so many changes in the world, but in the end, the green mountains are still there, the still sunrise and sunset, the successes and failures you experienced in the first half of your life are just illusions.

Old Lady Ye's eyes were already blurred, and his uncle's voice was choked. The other gentry were not much better. His eyes were red. Even Liu Jiachang, who was just a rough literary man, couldn't help but be moved by it at this time. He pursed his lips and couldn't even call out a good word.

Ye Chenliang's face became more and more gloomy. He might not be able to feel the feelings in the lyrics, but he had enough level to understand the long artistic conception in the lyrics. Compared with this lyrics, his lyrics are simply the difference between gold and dirt.

Uncle Ye continued to choke and said, "The white-haired fishermen and woodcutters are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze, and they are happy to meet each other in a pot of turbid wine. How many things happen in ancient and modern times are all laughing."

Uncle Ye couldn't help but breathe a long sigh, as if in a flash, the vicissitudes and grievances in his heart disappeared without a trace. Everyone felt this way. Look, the white-haired fisherman on the river has long been accustomed to the changes in the four seasons, and has rarely met with his friends, drinking a glass of wine happily. The troubles from ancient times to the present are just laughing, so why should you care?

Yes, when people reach their age, many things should be let go. Even if an old man with white hair can be let go and detached, what can we do if we can't let go?

Only Old Lady Ye, Old Uncle Ye and many old gentry can experience the taste.

Ye Chunqiu put the pen aside, and the handwriting was not exquisite.

But no one joked at this time. When everyone noticed Ye Chunqiu again, they suddenly discovered that this young child in his early teens actually had a sense of vicissitudes that were inconsistent with his age.

Damn, after all, I have been a human being for two lives. Although sometimes I pretend to be funny, after writing this poem, Ye Chunqiu was also infected. It is not easy. I didn’t make any name for myself in my previous life. I can’t be despised in this life. Right and wrong, success and failure are gone, and I haven’t succeeded yet.

Ye Chunqiu read shocked from everyone's eyes.

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

Ye Chunqiu just said that his lyrics were unbearable, and everyone was still thinking that Ye Chunqiu was a little rude. Now that I read this lyrics, this is not unbearable. It’s simply garbage. Ye Chenliang is at the same level, and you dare to write lyrics with shamelessness?

"This word..." Wang Taigong, who has always been not very talkative, couldn't help but speak. Wang Taigong is a landlord in the neighboring village, and is similar to the Ye family's family background. He has been talking nonsense today. It's not that the Wang family and the Ye family have a bad relationship. It's because the Wang family's county examination this year was wiped out, but the Ye family is in glory for a while, and I always feel uncomfortable. But now Wang Taigong is no longer in the mood to care about this. He looked at Ye Chunqiu with appreciation and said, "Is it done by Chunqiu?"
Chapter completed!