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Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but if he were to carry the second head, he would probably reveal his cowardice. Thinking of this, Gu Youxin slightly smiled, "Mr. Yan, you are indeed a young genius.

"Hehe, please, Gu Shou Shou Shou!" Yan Ge also started laughing. Damn it, this young master's mind contains a compilation of poetry from ancient and modern times, so come and join me as you wish.

Gu Youwei pretended to turn around, looking at the drizzling rain outside of the window. After pondering for a moment, he shook his head and said, "Then I'll write 'Eight Dragons' by Liu Yong. It's about the evening rain."

He paused for a moment. "For a while, let the rain wash the sky and the river, wash the autumn. The gradually frost wind was tight, the river was cold, and the remnants of light shone down on the building. It was a place where the redness and decay decreased, while things gradually became better and better. Only the Yangtze River flowed eastward, speechless. He could not bear to climb high and go far. He could not bear to look back at his hometown. What was there to linger around for? Think of the beauty, makeup building hope, miss a few times, sky knowledge to return to the boat. "If you want to know who I am, just lean against the railing and worry about me!"

"Teacher Gu, this poem is too good!" Seeing that Yan Ge was not disadvantaged at all on the second try, Su Fei calmed his heart down and started to praise the ancient poems that Gu Youcai had memorized.

"Of course, Teacher Gu has a deep knowledge of ancient poems. Su Fei, if you like it, you can look for Teacher Gu at school. Why look for Teacher Gu outside?" Seeing that Su Fei was praising Gu Youyi, Mike quickly advised Su Fei.

Seeing that Su Fei and Mike had started to praise him together, Gu Youcai laughed proudly, "I've read a little since I was young, I don't dare to teach others, and I have no problem teaching you foreign students. Um, Mr. Yan, it's your turn now!"

"Then I will also play Liu Yong's' Rain Bell '! The winter cicada was mournful. It was late at night in the pavilion, and the sudden rain had just stopped. All of the family's bills, Fang's nostalgia, Lan Zhou's urging. He looked at her with tears in his eyes and was speechless. When he read it, a thousand li of smoke billowed as the evening sky grew dark and vast. Emotions since the ancient injury separation, even more so the cold autumn festival! Where did the wine wake up this night? Willow Shore, Xiao Feng Ruyue. This trip should be a good day and a bad day. So even if you have thousands of beauties, who do you want to talk to? "

Yan Ge stopped, and for a moment, everyone became silent, lost in the concept of this poem.

"What a good poem, what a good poem, even a foreigner like me can feel the sadness, infinite melancholy, in the poem, Mr. Yan, can you write it out for me?"

Su Fei took out a notebook and pen from her bag and handed them over.

"Alright!" Yan Ge laughed in his heart. He really wanted to sleep, someone just brought him a pillow, it's really great, let them see the harmony in my calligraphy!

He took it and opened the title page, "Su Fei, is it here? This poem is too sad. Writing it here will wear you down, so I suggest you write it at the back of your notebook. "

Su Fei thought for a while, "Alright, I will listen to you, then write till the end, but Mr. Yan, help me think of another poem, you have to motivate people to go up, okay?" Her eyes twinkled again, and her long eyelashes curled slightly, very pretty.

"Of course there's no problem. Let me write the last part of Liu Yong's' Rain Bell 'to you." Yan Ge picked up Su Fei's parka pen, but felt like his hands were being pressed down. Why is it so heavy! He took off the cap and realized that besides the tip of the brush, the other half of the pen was made of pure gold.

This feels great!" Someone who can afford to use such a pen must have had a remarkable background! " Yango noticed that the Peck gold pen had a small Arabic number engraved on its cap. It was a number numbered 001.

Yan Ge smiled apologetically at Gu Youcai, "I'm sorry, Gu Shou Shou Shou Shou [1], the beauty asked me to write a poem, please wait!"

"It's alright, let's admire your calligraphy treasure!" For a foppish young lad like him, writing a signature was definitely not a problem. Furthermore, the signature would definitely be very beautiful. It would have to be designed by a master, but apart from the name, he would also have to write something else like a dog lying down!

After Yan Ge meditated for a while, the brush tip exploded with power. One after another, standard Wang Xizhi's book started flowing out from the tip of the brush, onto the paper, and all the power seeped into the back of the paper.

Su Fei, Gu Youyi and Mike all sucked in a breath of cold air. Everyone, whether they understood or not, could read that the calligraphy was simply too beautiful.

What a fitting phrase! He knew that in history, due to the chaos, Wang Xizhi had followed the Wang family to the south of Shandong Province to become a disciple of the Langya family. He was also one of the great aristocrats, a foppish young man who was sent by the Prime Minister's steward to choose a son-in-law. Wang Xizhi was actually lying on the east bed, gnawing on a roasted chicken.

"Mr. Yan, who do you think you are?" Gu Youwei could not hold it in any longer and asked.

"Without a teacher, this must have made Gu Mu laugh!" Yan Ge laughed again as he handed the book over to Su Fei, "Su Fei, take a look. If you like it, I'll help you write a poem on the title page."

"I like it! I really like it too much! " Su Fei's face was full of smiles. She once again cupped his face in her hands and kissed his cheeks with all his strength. "Mr. Yan, I love you so much!"

"Cough cough, Su Fei, you are too friendly." Looking at Gu You Huai's and Mike's sullen faces, Yan Ge's smile became even more dazzling. He could tell that Gu You Huai was looking down on this playboy, which meant that he was an old-fashioned scholar. That Mike must be secretly in love with Su Fei, and had a lot of enmity towards him.

"Mr. Yan, looks like you still have some knowledge of ancient poems. I wonder if you have any knowledge of modern poems?"

Since Yan Ge recited Liu Yong's《 Rain Bell》, there was no need for him to recite the ancient poems. It would be better to recite the modern poems to make him look bad, and dispel the good impression Su Fei had of him.

"Modern poetry is now modern poetry. No problem, it's here at will, hur hur …" Yan Ge put down the brush, "Su Fei, maybe it would be better to write a modern poem on the title page.

"Mhmm …" Su Fei nodded his head, both hands holding onto the notebook as he read carefully, the surprise in his eyes still did not fade.

"Please, let's go!"

"Good!" "Then I'll sing 'Waiting for You, In The Rain' in the afterglow. I'll wait for you in the rain, in the rain-forming rain, where the cicadas' voices are sinking and the frogs' voices are rising, and a pool of red lotuses are like red flames in the rain …"

Gu You recited the words in a suppressed voice. His every movement was captured by the two cameras set up in the corner. His voice was also broadcast live along with the video.

"Everyone, everyone, I am Tingting, the host of 'Entertainment Complete Record', just now everyone saw that a poetry meet, a battlefield without smoke, this time the alien Yan Ge is really surprising, not only is it Gu Youyi, Professor Gu is even on par with his, and even wrote down Liu Yong's' Yu Lin Ling 'for Su Fei. Although the camera is not able to record the words, judging from their expressions, the alien Yan Ge's words must have made everyone go pale, it's unexpected! Fortunately, the alien Yan Ge had promised Su Fei that he would write a poem on the title page of her diary later on. Now, let's focus the camera on the alien Yan Ge who makes everyone scream every time. Let's see if he can defeat Professor Gu when it comes to modern poetry! "

In another corner, Doudou, the gold medal host of 'Entertainment World', shook her hair and raised the microphone at her collar to her mouth, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am Doudou, the host of 'Entertainment World'. Like you, my heart has now undergone a great change, and I unconsciously broke out in sweat for Yan Ge, the alien. Fine, a new battle has begun. Let's wait and see! "

Yan Ge appeared again in the camera, the atmosphere was graceful, "Since Gu Shou Shou Shou chose the poem from the light, then I will also choose the poem from the light, which is an essay called 'Listen to the Cold Rain', I don't know if Gu Shou Shou Shou would agree or not?"

"Oh? Of course you can, those essays are very long, if you can memorize them all, I have no problem with that! " He did not think that Yan Ge would actually choose to recite the Prose, as this was much harder than reciting a poem.

"The name is so poetic!" Su Fei simply put her hand under her chin, raised her head, and did not hide the admiration she had for Yan Ge.

"Cough, cough …" Yan Ge cleared his throat and brewed some emotion. "After getting stung, the cold of spring will intensify. First, the weather was steep, then the rainy season began, sometimes dripping with water, sometimes pitter-patter. The tides were wet, the clouds were foggy, and the mountains were hidden far away. Perhaps the world belonged to the Zhao Family, but the mountains and rivers belonged to the Mi Family. A dozen teenagers listened to the rain, and a red candle burned in the sky. Then hit the year listening to the rain, guest boat broad river low. "Three strikes to the monk hut with the white head and the rain on it. This is the pain of death, the life of a sensitive soul …"

Two cameras and two highly pointed microphones, played out the image of Yan Ge as he spoke, the clear sounds of recitation being broadcast out. Countless people sat in front of their televisions, holding their breaths, feeling this feeling of homesickness flowing out from Yan Ge's recitation as they strummed their heartstrings.

"The previous world is separated by the sea. The ancient house is no longer here." "Listen to the cold rain!"

Amidst the music from the piano in the dining hall, Yan Ge finished reciting the last sentence of the entire novel.

At some point, everyone in the restaurant had quietened down and were listening quietly. The room was no longer the same as it was before. Listen to the cold rain!

The drizzle outside the window was still lingering, hitting the glass and sliding slowly down, and then another drop fell where it had been and slid down the track again.