Chapter 137

"Tang Jingwen, president Tang, Yuanqu. Can you do it yourself? "

"Well, you don't have to worry about me, just ask if you can. No, get off the stage now. "

"Ha ha, you are so impolite. OK, chairman Tang, do you dare to make a bet with me

"Bet on what?"

Seeing Xiao Jun's full face, Tang Jingwen can't help shivering.

This guy doesn't really understand Yuan opera, does he?

Impossible. Few people in China have studied Yuan opera.

This guy must be bluffing!

"Chairman Tang, let's bet if I can make Yuan opera. If you can, you will stand on this stage and shout to all the children under the stage ten times. Are you ignorant, dare you or not? "

"You say I'm ignorant? OK, Xiao Jun, I'll bet with you. If you can't make Yuanqu, even if you make Yuanqu, it doesn't meet the requirements of the title. You stand here and shout, "I'm ignorant.". Dare you? "

"Ah? What are you calling for? "

"I'm ignorant."

"Oh, just admit it."

"You..."

Never thought that Xiao Jun would dare to play tricks here.

Tang Jingwen is completely angry.

"Xiao Jun, Yuanqu, takes autumn as the theme. There should be the word "autumn" in the title, but not in the whole song. No matter what tune you use, the first sentence must describe the autumn scenery, and the last sentence must describe people and express an emotion. That's what I'm asking for. Hum

After hearing what Tang Jingwen said, everyone couldn't read it any more.

It's not a problem. It's a problem.

You want people to write autumn, but the whole poem can't have a word of autumn.

Who can do it?

Guan, who was sitting on the chair over there, couldn't help looking over and said, "young man Xiao Jun, I know some Yuanqu about autumn scenery. You don't have to create it yourself. Just read one, and I'll write it for you. As for the bet just now, forget it. "

"No, thank you for your kindness. I still have to create my own. Just be a witness. Don't let Tang Jingwen cheat later. "

"Well?"

Old Guan couldn't help laughing. This little guy is a little funny. He's afraid of being cheated by others. Does he really know Yuanqu?

Xiao Jun, of course, doesn't know Yuanqu, but he has hundreds of Yuanqu in his head that never appeared in the world.

To clean up Tang Jingwen, there is really such a song, which just corresponds to the title requirements of Tang Jingwen.

"Listen, everyone.

Tianjingsha, Qiusi. "

As soon as the name of the tune comes out, Tang Jingwen's heart suddenly shakes. If it's broken, he really knows Yuan Opera!

"Withered vine, old tree, faint crow,

small bridge, flowing water, family,

old road, west wind, thin horse.

As the sun sets,

heartbroken people are at the end of the world. "

Stupid. Everyone, including Tang Jingwen and even the old Guan, is stupid.

It's really a Yuan opera.

It's really a poem without a word "autumn".

It's true that the first sentence describes the scenery, and the last one describes people's feelings.

It perfectly meets all the requirements of Tang Jingwen.

This

"Good, good!"

"Don't rob me, Mr. Guan. Let me write this Yuanqu. Heartbroken people in the end of the world, this feeling, this song, I want it

As never before, those masters of calligraphy are scrambling to write poems written by literati.

Xiao Jun is not in the mood to take care of those. Looking at Tang Jingwen, who is in the same place, he says: "chairman Tang, you are willing to accept defeat Ah? I'll wipe it

Before Xiao Jun's words were finished, Tang Jingwen suddenly covered his chest without warning and lay down.

"Oh, I can't. I have a heart attack. Come on. Take the medicine

Tang Jingwen held his heart in one hand and said something in his mouth. No one else responded. He had already climbed out of the rostrum with one hand on the ground.

Is this a heart attack?

Are you sure you're not training to crawl?

In all people's eyes, Tang Jingwen let people to lift down, completely disappeared in everyone's field of vision.

Xiao Junzhen can't imagine the psychological world of other famous poets.

"Well, I'm still too young and naive, and I don't like Tucson."

Xiao Jun held his forehead and sighed. Then he looked to the people of the Poetry Association.

"The last question, ladies and gentlemen. If I'm not wrong, it should be this Xu Hui. It's about "winter". Why don't I just do it? "

Hearing this, the expression on Xu Jiamao's face was rich.

He took several deep breaths before he stepped forward and pointed at Xiao Jun.

"The last topic is" winter. ". I don't want to ask too much. First, this time it's not Tang poetry, it's not Yuan opera. I want you to write Song Ci. Second, to describe the scenery of winter, the word "winter" should not appear in the whole word. Third, this competition is to show the scenery of Northeast China. You must let people know that it is northeast China as soon as you come up. Fourthly, and most importantly, your poem must be approved by Mr. Guan, who is willing to take out a cinnabar pen and splash ink for you! "I'll go. It's not too much. NIMA made four requests in a row.

Wait a minute. What's the meaning of the fourth one?

Xiao Jun couldn't help but turn his head and look at the noble calligrapher.

Guan shook his head with a bitter smile and said softly, "young man, give up."

"Give up? Old man, I don't understand. What's the point of writing with a cinnabar pen? "

When Guan heard his question, he didn't say a word with a smile, but Xu Jiamao came to him with his mouth open.

"Xiao Jun, let me explain to you. In his whole life, he held a seven inch pen and became a seven foot man. He followed the great founders of the country to fight in the world. He did not make great achievements in war, but wrote countless historical songs. But the old man who used to carry the brush with him all the year round never knows how to use it.

This time we came to the northeast, we all came here with a mission. Mr. Guan said that if anyone can make him move the cinnabar pen, the place where the ink will be left will be the place where the country will try its best to build and develop in the future.

Up to now, this is the last time to fight poetry, and no one has let Guan have the heart to move that pen. If you can, ha ha, how can you succeed! "

Xu Jiamao is really shameless this time. He put forward such harsh requirements.

No one can make the old man move that meaningful pen, right.

A pen from a great man?

"Good!"

Xiao Jun clapped his hands.

"Mr. Guan, I will write my words according to the requirements of president Xu. In order to develop here and make the children here have a better living and learning environment, I'm willing to give up today. "

"Listen up, everyone!"

"The waves wash the sand. The snow.

North scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I can see nothing but the boundless and boundless, while the river is flowing up and down.

The mountain dances Silver Snake, originally gallops the wax elephant, wants to compare with the God to try high.

On a sunny day, it is particularly enchanting to see red and plain clothes.

There are so many beautiful rivers and mountains, which make countless heroes bow down.

He cherished Qin emperor and Han Wu, but lost his literary talent slightly; Tang Zong and Song Zu were slightly less coquettish.

Genghis Khan, a proud generation, only knew how to shoot big sculptures with curved bow.

It's all the past. Count the celebrities and look at the present

……

More than ten minutes later, on the mountain road, Xiao Jun drives a donkey cart and takes Shen Lingrong on the way back to Shen's home.

"Brother Xiaojun, you are so powerful. The last word shocked many people. Especially the old man who wrote. He was crazy. He wrote there with a cinnabar pen. God, how did you do that? "

"Ha ha, I didn't do it. I'm just standing on the shoulders of giants, with the light of great men. If he dare to say that the song "snow in the sand" is not worth writing, if it is put in other places, I'm afraid the old man won't live more than three seconds. "

"Ah? Brother Xiaojun, what are you talking about? "

"Nothing. You're too young to understand. Let's go. Hurry back, or uncle Shen will be worried. "

The donkey car was driving on the mountain road, and the big one and the small one chatted happily.

More than 200 meters behind the donkey cart, a guy walked cautiously along the mountain wall for fear of being found by Xiao Jun in front of him.

This person is closely tracking, while still holding a cell phone to speak in a low voice.

"Hello, chief editor, I found Xiao Jun.

It's a coincidence. I can't believe it myself. I went to Suihua county and waited for him for two days, but I didn't wait to see him. Today I was following a donation ceremony activity group to try my luck. Guess what, Xiao Jun just like falling from the sky, riding a donkey appeared.

Well, I understand. I won't lose it this time.

By the way, editor in chief, Xiao Jun has done a lot of big things this time. Look at the picture I sent you later. Some of the headlines, I've got them all figured out.

A bird dung on the poetry stage, fighting poetry and Painting Association alone.

In addition, a yuan song shocked the world and made the president step down.

Ah? What happened to me? Ah, Pooh, Pooh, chief editor, I asked Xiao Jun to bring me, but I can't speak out.

……”

Who else can be the person who follows Xiao Jun? Of course, he Chao has already taken Xiao Jun as his lifelong job.

Unfortunately, this guy went to Suihua County ahead of time to wait for a rabbit, but he didn't know that Xiao Jun was abandoned in the rain and was rescued by Shen chongguan.

However, he was also very lucky. After shaking for two days, he found Xiao Jun again by chance.

Just when he thought he could finally shoot some important gossip about Xiao Jun, his bad luck came back.

As Xiao Jun's donkey cart walked more than ten miles, he came to the village where Shen's family lived. He didn't wait for him to catch his breath.

Xiao Jun and Shen's family got on an ambulance driving in from outside.

He Chao looked at the ambulance disappearing at the bend of the mountain and went completely crazy."Isn't that daxingling's car? They're going to daxingling! What am I doing here? My God, I just told the editor in chief that I won't lose it again. "

He Chao nearly collapsed. Just then, the editor in chief who had just hung up called back.

"Hello, he Chao, there is a new task. Just received the news, Tianxing entertainment company's latest packaging to build the singer Bao Hua, went to the Northeast daxingling to participate in public performance. According to internal sources, Bao Hua and Xiao Jun used to be singers in the same bar. Go to daxingling immediately and shoot me some news about Bao Hua. I hope the relationship between Bao Hua and Xiao Jun is not good, so there will be speculation capital. Hello, are you listening to me? "

"Ah, the editor in chief is wise. I'll go right away! "

Hang up the phone, he Chao has no concept of Bao Hua in his mind. He only thinks about one thing.

Xiao Jun also went to daxingling. There's big news again!