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What is a cultural man? Those are people who are full of poetry and books and have bookish spirit from the inside to the outside.
A well-informed person like Jiang Cheng has long had his own set of evaluation criteria for scholars. In his eyes, scholars have their own momentum.
But Shen Hao is a scholar, and he is also a scholar with excellent literary talent... Jiang Cheng doesn't believe it.
Even if Lianxiang sings the word "a pruning plum", Jiang Cheng still doesn't believe it. Where did he copy it? It's not impossible.
This is not Jiang Cheng's prejudice, but his cognitive habit. He is used to seeing is believing and hearing is false.
But some things in the world that you see with your own eyes are not necessarily true.
"Shen zongqi, you sent a song to sister Xiuyun the first time you met. People are no worse than sister Xiuyun. They also sent a song to others!"
She whined and pulled Shen Hao's arm. Half of her body leaned against Shen Hao.
If a woman dared to tease him like this, he would have let them taste it, but not today. Just now, Jiang Cheng could not help Shen Hao's reckless attitude towards the Lianxiang singer.
"Yes, Shen Hao, if you have one, give her a word. You'll never lose." Jiang Cheng also wanted to see if Shen Hao was really good at literature. At the same time, he also mentioned something.
"Okay!"
Feeling the heat and seduction coming from Lianxiang, Shen Hao subconsciously swallowed his saliva, shouted fiercely in his heart, quickly nodded and replied, "since adults have said it's OK, there's no problem. I don't know what Lianxiang girl thinks about words?"
"Is that ok? Is Shen zongqi going to write now?!"
Lianxiang's eyebrows and eyes shine. In fact, she had some doubts about whether the plum cutting was really written by Shen Hao. After all, Shen Hao does not seem to have anything to do with "cultural people". But now Shen Hao actually asked her what "idea" she had. This is not to write according to her idea. What is it?!
"Miss Lianxiang, just say it. It's just a word."
Shen Hao is full of confidence. There are thousands of years of Chinese poetry. What can't cope with it? Moreover, Jiang Chengdu opened his mouth. Now he has just entered people's house. This face must be given.
"Hee hee, then I said yo!"
"Please."
"HMM... I like the charm in the" cut plum "you gave sister Xiuyun. Why don't you bother Shen zongqi to give me a word with that charm?"
It's similar to a pruning plum?
Shen Hao nodded and closed his eyes. It seemed that he was thinking. In fact, he was looking for the treasure left by the ancestors of China in his mind to see if it was appropriate.
Everyone in the field didn't make a sound. I haven't eaten pork and I've seen pigs running. I'm sure Shen Hao is creating at this time for fear of disturbing me.
Shen Hao chose a song that he was satisfied with when it came to the Kung Fu of a cup of tea.
Open your eyes, brew a mood, and then open your mouth to sing:
"I live at the head of Baijiang River and you live at the tail of Baijiang river.
I miss you every day but don't see you. I drink the water of the Baijiang river.
When will this water cease, and when will this hate be over.
May your heart be like mine,
I will live up to my lovesickness. "
The first time Shen Hao read it, and the second time he sang it directly with the tune. Although Shen Hao's voice is general, the intonation is still good, so a song sounds good with the addition of words.
This tune is just like that in the eyes of several old men in the field. It sounds good, but it won't be so appetizing. However, falling in Lianxiang singer's ears is like a picture scroll, desolate and melancholy. Almost subconsciously, she substitutes herself into the situation of the woman in the word.
I don't know whether this word is written into Lianxiang's heart or whether she is a very emotional person. Anyway, after Shen Hao sings a song, Lianxiang's beautiful face is full of tears.
"Wu Wu, Shen zongqi, you are good or bad. You make people cry!"
While whining, she rushed into Shen Hao's arms and wiped her tears. The green waist singer is much more difficult to resist than Wen Xiuyun, who has seen before. Not everyone can learn this charming and pitiful temperament.
Shen Hao shook his head to calm his mind and said with a smile, "Miss Lianxiang, you'd better get up quickly. It's going to cost you makeup."
"Hum!"
Xiaofen punched her chest and Lianxiang sat up straight. Then she saw where there were tears and her makeup was not messy. See the men around laughing.
You resentfully looked at the man who didn't understand the amorous feelings around him, and asked with pity: "what's the name of this word?"
"Bu operator · I live in baijiangtou." the name was changed by Shen Hao. Otherwise, how to explain if the original "Yangtze River" is used? There is no place name of the Yangtze River in this world.
"Ah? That's a strange name! What does Bu operator mean?"
"A kind of... Brand name, I figured it out myself. If you don't say that, is Miss Lianxiang still satisfied with this word?"
"Uh huh! I'm very satisfied. It's so beautiful and beautiful! I don't think it's any worse than the" pruning plum "you gave sister Xiuyun. Thank Shen zongqi. Well, do you mind if I try to play and sing now? It's a little itchy, hee hee."
"Shen is all ears."
The beauty's zither song is naturally not comparable to that of a half hanging person like Shen Hao. The zither sound is melodious, and a beautiful prelude is added.
"I live at the head of Baijiang River and you live at the tail of Baijiang river.
I miss you every day but don't see you. I drink the water of the Baijiang River... "
When poor Xiang sings the same song, there is a feeling like the sound of nature, which makes people follow the notes and can involuntarily appear the picture in the word in their brain, just like experiencing the inner ups and downs of a strange woman.
At the end of the song, it was natural to applaud. Jiang Cheng patted Shen Hao on the shoulder with emotion and said, "I didn't expect that there were literati like you in a place like xuanqingwei. Tut Tut, this is a great good thing. You have to help me grow my face in the future!"
"Your Excellency, just tell me."
"Ha ha, OK, look at the wine. I'm happy today. Let's continue to drink!"
Wang Jian: "
......
The next day, Shen Hao shook his head and got up from the bed. He put down a silver note beside the pillow. Then he got up and washed briefly and left the Hongen hospital.
When I arrived at the door, I was surprised to see Wang Jian squatting on the side of the road, gnawing a roasted sweet potato with a bleak face.
"Anything else? Give me one."
"General flag?! you got up so early? Here, there's another one, warm."
"Do you feel better?"
"My head still hurts. You said that the immortal brewed such a good wine. Why is it so fierce? I almost threw myself up last night. Fortunately, I bought roasted sweet potatoes, otherwise I would be miserable all day."
"Well, roasted sweet potato is really suitable for nourishing your stomach after drinking. Let's go to Qianhu Institute. There's still business to do today."
"Good general flag."
As they walked, they chewed the roasted sweet potato in their hands. When they reached the door of Qianhu office, they just finished eating it and patted off the residue on their hands. They lit their waistband and went straight to the public house of Qianhu official Jiang Cheng through the gate.
......
PS: Bu operator · I live at the head of the Yangtze River, author: Li Zhiyi; Song: Teng Lijun version
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What is a cultural man? Those are people who are full of poetry and books and have bookish spirit from the inside to the outside.
A well-informed person like Jiang Cheng has long had his own set of evaluation criteria for scholars. In his eyes, scholars have their own momentum.
But Shen Hao is a scholar, and he is also a scholar with excellent literary talent... Jiang Cheng doesn't believe it.
Even if Lianxiang sings the word "a pruning plum", Jiang Cheng still doesn't believe it. Where did he copy it? It's not impossible.
This is not Jiang Cheng's prejudice, but his cognitive habit. He is used to seeing is believing and hearing is false.
But some things in the world that you see with your own eyes are not necessarily true.
"Shen zongqi, you sent a song to sister Xiuyun the first time you met. People are no worse than sister Xiuyun. They also sent a song to others!"
She whined and pulled Shen Hao's arm. Half of her body leaned against Shen Hao.
If a woman dared to tease him like this, he would have let them taste it, but not today. Just now, Jiang Cheng could not help Shen Hao's reckless attitude towards the Lianxiang singer.
"Yes, Shen Hao, if you have one, give her a word. You'll never lose." Jiang Cheng also wanted to see if Shen Hao was really good at literature. At the same time, he also mentioned something.
"Okay!"
Feeling the heat and seduction coming from Lianxiang, Shen Hao subconsciously swallowed his saliva, shouted fiercely in his heart, quickly nodded and replied, "since adults have said it's OK, there's no problem. I don't know what Lianxiang girl thinks about words?"
"Is that ok? Is Shen zongqi going to write now?!"
Lianxiang's eyebrows and eyes shine. In fact, she had some doubts about whether the plum cutting was really written by Shen Hao. After all, Shen Hao does not seem to have anything to do with "cultural people". But now Shen Hao actually asked her what "idea" she had. This is not to write according to her idea. What is it?!
"Miss Lianxiang, just say it. It's just a word."
Shen Hao is full of confidence. There are thousands of years of Chinese poetry. What can't cope with it? Moreover, Jiang Chengdu opened his mouth. Now he has just entered people's house. This face must be given.
"Hee hee, then I said yo!"
"Please."
"HMM... I like the charm in the" cut plum "you gave sister Xiuyun. Why don't you bother Shen zongqi to give me a word with that charm?"
It's similar to a pruning plum?
Shen Hao nodded and closed his eyes. It seemed that he was thinking. In fact, he was looking for the treasure left by the ancestors of China in his mind to see if it was appropriate.
Everyone in the field didn't make a sound. I haven't eaten pork and I've seen pigs running. I'm sure Shen Hao is creating at this time for fear of disturbing me.
Shen Hao chose a song that he was satisfied with when it came to the Kung Fu of a cup of tea.
Open your eyes, brew a mood, and then open your mouth to sing:
"I live at the head of Baijiang River and you live at the tail of Baijiang river.
I miss you every day but don't see you. I drink the water of the Baijiang river.
When will this water cease, and when will this hate be over.
May your heart be like mine,
I will live up to my lovesickness. "
The first time Shen Hao read it, and the second time he sang it directly with the tune. Although Shen Hao's voice is general, the intonation is still good, so a song sounds good with the addition of words.
This tune is just like that in the eyes of several old men in the field. It sounds good, but it won't be so appetizing. However, falling in Lianxiang singer's ears is like a picture scroll, desolate and melancholy. Almost subconsciously, she substitutes herself into the situation of the woman in the word.
I don't know whether this word is written into Lianxiang's heart or whether she is a very emotional person. Anyway, after Shen Hao sings a song, Lianxiang's beautiful face is full of tears.
"Wu Wu, Shen zongqi, you are good or bad. You make people cry!"
While whining, she rushed into Shen Hao's arms and wiped her tears. The green waist singer is much more difficult to resist than Wen Xiuyun, who has seen before. Not everyone can learn this charming and pitiful temperament.
Shen Hao shook his head to calm his mind and said with a smile, "Miss Lianxiang, you'd better get up quickly. It's going to cost you makeup."
"Hum!"
Xiaofen punched her chest and Lianxiang sat up straight. Then she saw where there were tears and her makeup was not messy. See the men around laughing.
You resentfully looked at the man who didn't understand the amorous feelings around him, and asked with pity: "what's the name of this word?"
"Bu operator · I live in baijiangtou." the name was changed by Shen Hao. Otherwise, how to explain if the original "Yangtze River" is used? There is no place name of the Yangtze River in this world.
"Ah? That's a strange name! What does Bu operator mean?"
"A kind of... Brand name, I figured it out myself. If you don't say that, is Miss Lianxiang still satisfied with this word?"
"Uh huh! I'm very satisfied. It's so beautiful and beautiful! I don't think it's any worse than the" pruning plum "you gave sister Xiuyun. Thank Shen zongqi. Well, do you mind if I try to play and sing now? It's a little itchy, hee hee."
"Shen is all ears."
The beauty's zither song is naturally not comparable to that of a half hanging person like Shen Hao. The zither sound is melodious, and a beautiful prelude is added.
"I live at the head of Baijiang River and you live at the tail of Baijiang river.
I miss you every day but don't see you. I drink the water of the Baijiang River... "
When poor Xiang sings the same song, there is a feeling like the sound of nature, which makes people follow the notes and can involuntarily appear the picture in the word in their brain, just like experiencing the inner ups and downs of a strange woman.
At the end of the song, it was natural to applaud. Jiang Cheng patted Shen Hao on the shoulder with emotion and said, "I didn't expect that there were literati like you in a place like xuanqingwei. Tut Tut, this is a great good thing. You have to help me grow my face in the future!"
"Your Excellency, just tell me."
"Ha ha, OK, look at the wine. I'm happy today. Let's continue to drink!"
Wang Jian: "
......
The next day, Shen Hao shook his head and got up from the bed. He put down a silver note beside the pillow. Then he got up and washed briefly and left the Hongen hospital.
When I arrived at the door, I was surprised to see Wang Jian squatting on the side of the road, gnawing a roasted sweet potato with a bleak face.
"Anything else? Give me one."
"General flag?! you got up so early? Here, there's another one, warm."
"Do you feel better?"
"My head still hurts. You said that the immortal brewed such a good wine. Why is it so fierce? I almost threw myself up last night. Fortunately, I bought roasted sweet potatoes, otherwise I would be miserable all day."
"Well, roasted sweet potato is really suitable for nourishing your stomach after drinking. Let's go to Qianhu Institute. There's still business to do today."
"Good general flag."
As they walked, they chewed the roasted sweet potato in their hands. When they reached the door of Qianhu office, they just finished eating it and patted off the residue on their hands. They lit their waistband and went straight to the public house of Qianhu official Jiang Cheng through the gate.
......
PS: Bu operator · I live at the head of the Yangtze River, author: Li Zhiyi; Song: Teng Lijun version
What is a cultural man? Those are people who are full of poetry and books and have bookish spirit from the inside to the outside.A well-informed person like Jiang Cheng has long had his own set of evaluation criteria for scholars. In his eyes, scholars have their own momentum.But Shen Hao is a scholar, and he is also a scholar with excellent literary talent... Jiang Cheng doesn't believe it.Even if Lianxiang sings the word "a pruning plum", Jiang Cheng still doesn't believe it. Where did he copy it? It's not impossible.This is not Jiang Cheng's prejudice, but his cognitive habit. He is used to seeing is believing and hearing is false.But some things in the world that you see with your own eyes are not necessarily true."Shen zongqi, you sent a song to sister Xiuyun the first time you met. People are no worse than sister Xiuyun. They also sent a song to others!"She whined and pulled Shen Hao's arm. Half of her body leaned against Shen Hao.If a woman dared to tease him like this, he would have let them taste it, but not today. Just now, Jiang Cheng could not help Shen Hao's reckless attitude towards the Lianxiang singer."Yes, Shen Hao, if you have one, give her a word. You'll never lose." Jiang Cheng also wanted to see if Shen Hao was really good at literature. At the same time, he also mentioned something."Okay!"Feeling the heat and seduction coming from Lianxiang, Shen Hao subconsciously swallowed his saliva, shouted fiercely in his heart, quickly nodded and replied, "since adults have said it's OK, there's no problem. I don't know what Lianxiang girl thinks about words?""Is that ok? Is Shen zongqi going to write now?!"Lianxiang's eyebrows and eyes shine. In fact, she had some doubts about whether the plum cutting was really written by Shen Hao. After all, Shen Hao does not seem to have anything to do with "cultural people". But now Shen Hao actually asked her what "idea" she had. This is not to write according to her idea. What is it?!"Miss Lianxiang, just say it. It's just a word."Shen Hao is full of confidence. There are thousands of years of Chinese poetry. What can't cope with it? Moreover, Jiang Chengdu opened his mouth. Now he has just entered people's house. This face must be given."Hee hee, then I said yo!""Please.""HMM... I like the charm in the" cut plum "you gave sister Xiuyun. Why don't you bother Shen zongqi to give me a word with that charm?"It's similar to a pruning plum?Shen Hao nodded and closed his eyes. It seemed that he was thinking. In fact, he was looking for the treasure left by the ancestors of China in his mind to see if it was appropriate.Everyone in the field didn't make a sound. I haven't eaten pork and I've seen pigs running. I'm sure Shen Hao is creating at this time for fear of disturbing me.Shen Hao chose a song that he was satisfied with when it came to the Kung Fu of a cup of tea.Open your eyes, brew a mood, and then open your mouth to sing:"I live at the head of Baijiang River and you live at the tail of Baijiang river.I miss you every day but don't see you. I drink the water of the Baijiang river.When will this water cease, and when will this hate be over.May your heart be like mine,I will live up to my lovesickness. "The first time Shen Hao read it, and the second time he sang it directly with the tune. Although Shen Hao's voice is general, the intonation is still good, so a song sounds good with the addition of words.This tune is just like that in the eyes of several old men in the field. It sounds good, but it won't be so appetizing. However, falling in Lianxiang singer's ears is like a picture scroll, desolate and melancholy. Almost subconsciously, she substitutes herself into the situation of the woman in the word.I don't know whether this word is written into Lianxiang's heart or whether she is a very emotional person. Anyway, after Shen Hao sings a song, Lianxiang's beautiful face is full of tears."Wu Wu, Shen zongqi, you are good or bad. You make people cry!"While whining, she rushed into Shen Hao's arms and wiped her tears. The green waist singer is much more difficult to resist than Wen Xiuyun, who has seen before. Not everyone can learn this charming and pitiful temperament.Shen Hao shook his head to calm his mind and said with a smile, "Miss Lianxiang, you'd better get up quickly. It's going to cost you makeup.""Hum!"Xiaofen punched her chest and Lianxiang sat up straight. Then she saw where there were tears and her makeup was not messy. See the men around laughing.You resentfully looked at the man who didn't understand the amorous feelings around him, and asked with pity: "what's the name of this word?""Bu operator I live in baijiangtou." the name was changed by Shen Hao. Otherwise, how to explain if the original "Yangtze River" is used? There is no place name of the Yangtze River in this world."Ah? That's a strange name! What does Bu operator mean?""A kind of... Brand name, I figured it out myself. If you don't say that, is Miss Lianxiang still satisfied with this word?""Uh huh! I'm very satisfied. It's so beautiful and beautiful! I don't think it's any worse than the" pruning plum "you gave sister Xiuyun. Thank Shen zongqi. Well, do you mind if I try to play and sing now? It's a little itchy, hee hee.""Shen is all ears."The beauty's zither song is naturally not comparable to that of a half hanging person like Shen Hao. The zither sound is melodious, and a beautiful prelude is added."I live at the head of Baijiang River and you live at the tail of Baijiang river.I miss you every day but don't see you. I drink the water of the Baijiang River... "When poor Xiang sings the same song, there is a feeling like the sound of nature, which makes people follow the notes and can involuntarily appear the picture in the word in their brain, just like experiencing the inner ups and downs of a strange woman.At the end of the song, it was natural to applaud. Jiang Cheng patted Shen Hao on the shoulder with emotion and said, "I didn't expect that there were literati like you in a place like xuanqingwei. Tut Tut, this is a great good thing. You have to help me grow my face in the future!""Your Excellency, just tell me.""Ha ha, OK, look at the wine. I'm happy today. Let's continue to drink!"Wang Jian: "......The next day, Shen Hao shook his head and got up from the bed. He put down a silver note beside the pillow. Then he got up and washed briefly and left the Hongen hospital.When I arrived at the door, I was surprised to see Wang Jian squatting on the side of the road, gnawing a roasted sweet potato with a bleak face."Anything else? Give me one.""General flag?! you got up so early? Here, there's another one, warm.""Do you feel better?""My head still hurts. You said that the immortal brewed such a good wine. Why is it so fierce? I almost threw myself up last night. Fortunately, I bought roasted sweet potatoes, otherwise I would be miserable all day.""Well, roasted sweet potato is really suitable for nourishing your stomach after drinking. Let's go to Qianhu Institute. There's still business to do today.""Good general flag."As they walked, they chewed the roasted sweet potato in their hands. When they reached the door of Qianhu office, they just finished eating it and patted off the residue on their hands. They lit their waistband and went straight to the public house of Qianhu official Jiang Cheng through the gate.......PS: Bu operator I live at the head of the Yangtze River, author: Li Zhiyi; Song: Teng Lijun version
