Chapter 412

Although Zhang Feng was crying.

Even his shoulders were twitching, but no one knew. Now he actually thought of his real family in his memory.

I was not sensible before, but when I am a stranger in a foreign land, I can really feel the importance of my relatives.

Even what you do now can't offset the loneliness when you dream back in the middle of the night.

That feeling, really, scared him so much.

The faces of his parents and relatives are basically blurred in his dream

If possible, he would rather not go to school or work. Even picking up garbage, he should accompany his parents

But now?

Think about it.

Zhang Feng's eyes were really wet.

Under Li Shimin's good and bad words, Zhang Feng stopped his voice just right.

"Sir, I appreciate your kindness, but God made me do this. Why don't I comply with nature?"

"Therefore, only when I become famous will I have the face to go back to worship and go back to my ancestral house to have a look at the ruins."

"Alas! If your parents know your current achievements under the spring and can do it on their own, they will destroy the plague of locusts, and even make the economy of Datang completely from dead to so active, as well as the cooperative, fine salt, and the affairs of Tubo and other countries."

"If you let them know, they can laugh!"

"Which of these is not a matter of shaking the past and shining the present? Even, which of these is not a matter of history?"

"Sometimes I really admire you for your talent!"

"The old man flattered me. It's just idle, boring and blind research. Where can I put it on the table?"

Zhang Feng wiped the corners of his eyes, which slowed him down.

Seeing this, Li Yuan pointed to the wall.

"Well, this is what you studied blindly?"

Zhang Feng nodded, a little embarrassed.

He borrowed Li Bai's poems, but now they are still used to show off. He observed a moment of silence for Li Bai, who was not yet born.

And secretly made up his mind.

At that time, I have to find the young Li Bai. Although I borrowed your things, if I accept you as a disciple, I will be very angry.

"It's just some poems about missing your family when you dream back in the middle of the night. It's nothing!"

"Nothing?"

Li Yuan's eyes are a little red.

"Don't stop toasting. If such a poem is nothing, all the poets and literary giants in the Tang Dynasty have to be hanged!"

"You boy... You know that once this thing flows out, the door of your tavern will be flattened!"

"You don't know the horror of those literary giants!"

"Drink, drink, everything is in the wine, okay?"

Zhang Feng dared not say anything.

I'm so ashamed!

Once this thing is involved with the literary giant, he will be choked. He is just a porter. Where can he write poetry?

He knows a little bit of doggerel, but what's that?

So it's true that he said he was a half slut and couldn't get on the table.

But now Li Yuan and Li Shimin don't buy it!

Especially Li Shimin, now his face is as long as a donkey's face.

This shit.

This is really more annoying than others.

I love calligraphy and this way, but why does it change in Zhang Feng's mouth?

Li Shimin couldn't help but be unwilling. He wanted to see how high brother Zhang Feng's attainments in poetry were. He read slowly: "last night, I heard the wind fill the building, and flowers bloom and fall in the attic."

"Brother Zhang Feng, how about this poem?"

"Eh?"

Zhang Feng was slightly surprised.

He looked up and down at Li Shimin and said with appreciation, "it's good, Lao Li. You've learned to recite poetry right?"

"Hahaha, it's all influenced by my father!"

Li Shimin quickly flattered.

Obviously, Li Yuan was very useful. He touched his beard and burst out laughing.

"My son's poem is very second, very second. I just don't know what little brother Zhang Feng thinks of this poem?"

"Still... OK."

Limerick, can you?

When Li Yuan heard the speech, he was a little surprised. Obviously, he wanted to test Zhang Feng. He got up, carried his hands and said, "the wind and rain, the rain beating plantains, the sound of crows, thunder, thunder startling birds, rumbling!"

"Little brother Zhang Feng, how about this poem?"

What can Zhang Feng say?

What kind of hemp skin is this!

This is to say that Lao Li's poems can at least rhyme a little, but what about this?

Nothing!

But what can he say?

This can be a good way: "the old man's poem is very second, very second, writing the environment of rainy night incisively and vividly!"

"Well, little brother, do you want one?"

"No, no, no, I won't come!"

Zhang Feng waved his hand again and again.

No, he's afraid.

I'm kidding. There are 300 Tang poems. Is he afraid?

Afraid of a hammer!

He's just afraid he can't control it. There will be big problems then!