After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 94 Point and jump

“I’ll just talk about a couplet about wine.

Good wine can relieve sorrow, and when you sit down, you should have no sorrow in the guests; good mountains are like paintings, and leaning against the railings are all people in the paintings."

Mr. Hexuan chanted casually, saying that he did not speak articles or poetry.

This couplet sounds very artistic, but it is slightly worse than Chen Tianhong's. After all, one is a couplet and the other is a poetry.

It’s not that Mr. Hexuan couldn’t think of something better. He said that this couplet was just a look so that the people who came next could talk about it.

Originally, this was a small entertainment game, but the style was raised by Chen Tianhong's article "Liquid Fire".

"I'll do the next one."

Another writer in his thirties said that his pen name is Xiyang Wuxie, and he ranks second this year and is also an old young literary writer. This man also said a limerick poem, which is better than the proverb.

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Then there was the next one, until the last one finished speaking, and no particularly outstanding essays and poems appeared again, but the opening remarks of the banquet were considered to be over.

Next, everyone can eat and drink formally. If you follow the normal process at the table, you must first pick up the wine glass and touch it together at the beginning.

As a result, he touched it, but he drank juice. This made Chen Tianhong a little confused. Not only was he a man of Yanhan, but he was also confused. He was originally holding up the wine glass, but he was pulled by a writer next to him.

I changed him a glass of juice.

It’s nothing to talk about listening to the rain in Yilan, Chang'an, and even Chen Tianhong drinking juice. After all, two are women and one is a child!

But others also drink juice. Even Mr. Hexuan, who has always loved wine, chose juice. There must be something wrong with it.

"Tianhong, don't be stunned and eat more vegetables to fill your stomach. I may not say that they will toast you alone. You are eighteen years old and are adults!"

Seeing that Chen Tianhong was only staring at the cup but not eating vegetables, he spoke.

"They? Toast?"

Chen Tianhong didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

"Haha, Mr. Liu, it was the first time Tianhong and the others attended this banquet, and they didn't know. It's like that. People from the organizer will come to us to toast. It's okay Tianhong, you can ask for a good word later.

It’s so fierce! Their group of people are so fierce when they drink. Last year, they are so anxious that they drink Brother Mosang.”

Sunset Wuxie explained.

"Well, toast. How much do you want to drink?"

Zhenghan asked, he could drink some wine normally, but it was only three or four taels. According to the sunset Wuxie's meaning, someone would come to toast later, and he would drink a lot of it.

"Can you not drink it if someone toasts you? Besides, it's better for them to drink it first, so why don't you drink it? As for how much they drink, it depends on how much they drink. Anyway, I remember when they left last year, they were still sober on the table.

Only Brother Mosang, Mr. Liu, Tingyu and the others were left.

Otherwise, why didn’t we drink alcohol just now, but instead drink juice, so eat more vegetables and put them on the mat. Or you can learn from Ximingjue and just slip away. But then they will definitely spread your story of escaping from alcohol.

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When Xixing Wuxie finally talked about Xi Mingjue, a narrow look flashed across his face.

"The soldiers come and the generals block the water and the soil. This has been like this in previous years. Tianhong, drink a little if you can drink it, and don't be stubborn if you can't drink it. Also, Chang'an, just like Tingyu, you will just drink a cup at that time. Proverbs Han

If you want to be more at ease, you guys, can you give me some strength this year? Don’t rely on Mosang and me every time.”

Mr. Hexuan first said a few words to Chen Tianhong and the other two, then stared at Xiyang Wuxie and the others and said.

"Old Liu, what you said is wrong. You said that I was not charging forward in a year."

Xiyang Wuxie said unconvincedly.

"But you were the first to fall in every year."

Mosang added.

"We want to do it too! But it doesn't allow strength!"

Hearing the sunset, Wuxie was a little discouraged. He was so drunk that he was the first to fall down every year.

More than twenty minutes later, several middle-aged men came outside the box. Each of them held a bottle of white wine in their left hand and a glass in their right hand.

Zhang Zhen was also among the people in this group. While walking, he was talking to a man with a big belly next to him.

"Old Han, are you going to write poetry again this year? If you want me, forget it. Just toast it. Just toast well. How can the little culture in your belly be compared with those in the house who specializes in literature?"

"Old Zhang, don't worry, I have prepared a poem this year, which will definitely shock the eyes of those pretentious writers in the house. "

The man with a big belly is Han Yue, who is also a person in charge of the organizer. To be precise, he is a shareholder and is not responsible for specific matters.

Han Yue had never been to school since he was a child, but he saved his first money by mining. He used this money to get a piece of land. Who knew that he happened to catch up with the government planning park and left the land he had a lucky fortune to get

Being selected made him a big profit.

When he has money, he wants to be famous. If he is the most famous in this world, he naturally becomes a cultural person. So he asked the teacher to learn knowledge. If he studied hard, it would be fine. As a result, he would have studied for less than a month in total.

He fired the teacher and thought he had already left the teacher.

Then he went to the circle of literati confidently. With his level and a pure businessman look, no writer would like him.

Zhang Zhen shook his head and said no to speak. Let him go. Anyway, he will be the one who humiliated himself.

In fact, no one calls Han Yue during toasts every year, and this person comes on his own initiative. He is also one of the shareholders behind him, and Zhang Zhen and the others cannot completely give him face.

Han Yue took the lead and pushed open the door of the box.

"Haha, we are here toast you, great writers."

As soon as Han Yue entered the private room, he shouted at the top of his voice, fearing that others would not know that he was coming.

Seeing this, whether it was Mr. Hexuan or the Sunset, Mosang's mouth twitched.

They still remember Han Yue very vividly. Most of the reason why they got drunk in previous years was because of this person. The most terrifying thing was that this person had to make a poem every year for them to comment. As for the poem he made, he said it was

Poetry is an insult, and even limerick cannot be counted.

So no one is willing to give him a comment, but if you don’t give him a comment, he will try his best to persuade you to drink.

But if you really comment, who can give good words to the level of poetry? This person will be unhappy when he listens, and then he will ask you to make a poem to give to him.

Although they are literary and not as good as poets who write poetry, they are ten thousand times better than this one. But even if they can write poetry, whoever wants to give it to this one, then it will be better if they are spread.

Don't lose your personal life.

Of course, it’s okay if you don’t do it, so let’s drink together, but who can drink alcohol before a business person, so this one is just a hob meat.

"Congratulations to you all for winning the award this year! I will respect you first."

But Zhang Zhen first filled his glass with his wine glass and raised it to drink.

The lay Buddhist Hexuan and the others naturally got up and drank together. Then Zhang Zhen filled his glass with his wine glass. This was the second cup. There were no single cups toast, at least two cups.

Zhang Zhen finished drinking the second cup, and the same was true for Mr. Hexuan and others.

After drinking two cups, Zhang Zhen temporarily stepped aside. Next, the second person to toast, and the same procedure was still two cups.

This time, a total of 6 organizers came. If each person had two cups, they would drink 10 cups from Hexuan and others, and they would have lost two cups because Han Yue had not yet respected him.

As for why toasts are toasts for one person, not to toasts for one person, it’s not that Zhang Zhen and the others don’t understand the rules, but that this person’s toasts are just an aperitif. It’s that congratulations to everyone on winning the award, and then to everyone alone.

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But in previous years, Zhang Zhen and the others could rarely toast the wine alone. The reason was very simple. In addition to Hexuan Jushi and Mosang, there were also Yilan Tingyu who did not drink. Before Zhang Zhenjing could, others were already drunk and unconscious.

It's human affairs.

Even if it is an aperitif, it has already eaten 10 glasses of wine. Although the glass is not big, it is like the sunset and the average alcohol content of Zhenghan is already a little bit popular.

"Hehe, it's my place."

Han Yue filled his glass with all his wine glasses, drank them all, then poured another glass, and drank them all again.

Mr. Hexuan and others did not speak or drink, but looked at Han Yue. If this person stopped compiling the poem today, they would have drunk these two cups. If they came again, there was no need to drink it.

What followed was a bloody battle.

"Dear writers, I wrote another poem this year. Please give me some comments."

"really."

Mr. Hexuan and others all turned black and came again.

"It's over, this guy is starting again, and he's going to lie down and go home again this year."

Xiyang Wuxie twitched the corners of his mouth and said in a low voice. He was on Chen Tianhong's right hand, and Chen Tianhong heard this.

"What's wrong? I think you're speechless to this uncle."

Chen Tianhong asked softly.

"His name is Han Yue."

Xiyang Wuxie told Chen Tianhong a glorious story of Han Yue in a low voice, but he did not say the poem he wrote because it was really unspeakable.

Chen Tianhong was speechless after listening to it. It’s okay if you like culture, and it’s okay if you like poetry, but you have to recognize yourself!

Also, toasting is a matter of deep mutual relationship. If you make them like this, it is really boring.

However, Chen Tianhong was quite curious about what kind of poems he could make. It was supposed to be a magical poem that could make Mr. Hexuan, the sunset, show such an expression.

"Well, the poem I wrote this year is called "Traveling Lake", which I thought of when I was traveling to Dading Lake in summer.

Dading Lake is big, and there are lotus flowers in Dading Lake. There are toads on the lotus flowers, and they poke and jump around."

"puff"

Chen Tianhong really couldn't help it. This poem is similar to "Visiting Daming Lake" by Zhang Zongchang, the dog meat general in his previous life, and it is comparable to that.

If they could meet, they would definitely meet too late, and they would become brothers of the opposite sex and become a new generation of phoenixes.

Thank you for the monthly tickets for green peppers and red peppers! Thank you for your recommendation tickets! I borrowed a friend’s ID and I will try my best to let everyone go to TV in the future. There is still a last chapter in this plot. In fact, I have considered it for a long time, but I decided to

I wrote it! Because there is a poem that I remember so deeply!

(End of this chapter)