First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 32 Seven-character Quatrains "Ke Zhong Xing"

  Le Dongsheng asked in a tender and trembling voice: "One million, can I give up the game?"

  An Zhiruosu didn't answer, didn't even look at him.

  Ledong Life is a little anxious: "Two million...three million! You can't say the number, you just have to give out an ordinary poetry contest champion, three million is very high."

  It was still quiet to greet him.

  Le Dongsheng looked into An Zhiruosu’s eyes, and found that the latter’s eyes had no fluctuations like a pool of ancient wells.

   "Why is there no mood swing in his eyes? Whether it is money or the honor of winning this game, is it irrelevant to An Zhi Ruo Su?" Le Dong Sheng thought in her heart.

  Ledongsheng wants to say more, but the stage lights are already on.

  The show continues.

When Qi Fang saw Le Dongsheng standing beside An Zhi Ruo Su, Qi Fang also jokingly said: "The two masked poets are enemies on the stage, but they talked very happily during the break. The friendship between the poets is really good. People envy it."

  After some courtesy, the show officially entered the third round of competition.

  Same as the second round, six players looked at the cards on the big screen to flop, and then chanted poems based on the content of the screen.

  Huang Chu, Xuanchang, Zhu Peng and Fan Deli each flop and chant poems.

  But their level is really average. Like the second round, the first three players only had a score of 60 or 70, while Van der Li got a score of 80 or 90.

  If it is placed in the second or third season of the poetry conference, Van der Li is definitely the existence of the town. But in this fourth season of poetry conference, his master-level figure has been completely reduced to green leaves, foil.

  Even when these four came to chant poems, the more than 5,000 spectators in the stadium and the hundreds of thousands spectators in front of the TV had almost no drums for applause.

  All the audience has put all their thoughts and expectations on the happy life and peace of mind.

  I am completely disinterested in the poems of these four.

  After more than 20 minutes of boring and boring poetry recitation, analysis, and scoring evaluation, the show finally ushered in what the audience expected.

  Qi Fang was illuminated by the red beam of light, wearing a red dress, she gradually walked to the center of the stage and slowly said:

  "Huang Chu, Xuanchang, Zhu Peng, including our poetry master Mr. Fan Deli, the four of them have finished their poems."

   "The next players are two masked poets that we are very familiar with and look forward to. They are happy and peaceful."

   "There are three rounds of PK in the finals. The first two rounds are over. Le Dong Sheng and An Zhi Ruo Su each won one game, and the two tied."

   "Through the first two rounds of warm-ups, everyone should have a deep knowledge and understanding of happy life and peace."

  "This third round of competition will be the final battle of this final, and the real champion and runner-up will be determined!"

  Qi Fang’s voice changed slowly from the original to a passionate voice:

   "The level and strength of the two of them are enough to be called the "War of the Century" in the poetry world."

   "I think today's end battle, in the present and in the future, it will definitely be a moment worth remembering!"

   "Although neither of them has chanted poems yet, as the host, I am already a bit passionate."

  "Next, let's turn the lens to masked poets, and live life!"

  The camera shifted, and the face of Happy Life appeared on the big screen.

  In an instant, the entire venue burst into enthusiastic applause.

  The mood of these audiences has reached the extreme, they raised their palms high, clapping hard and clapping hard.

  I don’t even know that the red palms have already been shot.

   After half a minute, the applause gradually faded, Qi Fang looked at Le Dongsheng and asked: "Little brother, are you nervous at this point?"

  Le Dongsheng nodded, and stretched out his palm to let the camera give a close-up, and said: "Nervous! You see, my palms are sweaty."

  Qi Fang continued: "It’s the last poem chanting. Brother, are you confident to win the No. 96 contestant, who is just like you, with a mask like you?"

  Ledonglife’s black eyes were shining with complicated light, and he said: “Sister Qi Fang, can I tell you a little request?”

  Qi Fang nodded: "You said little brother, you are now one of the most anticipated and most anticipated poets in our venue."

  Le Dongsheng said: "I'm too nervous, so at this last moment, I want Brother Anzhi Ruosu No.96 to write a poem first?"

  Qi Fang did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned his head to look at An Zhi Ruo Su, and asked politely: "Contestant No. 96, do you agree?"

  An Zhiruosu did not answer, still calm and indifferent.

"Well, it seems that our No. 96 player is a casual attitude. Then, let me consult the audience friends." After that, Qi Fang turned to look at the audience at the venue and in front of the TV: "Dear friends in the audience, can you say yes?"

  This request is not excessive, so the audience responded as soon as the question came up.

   "Yes!"

   "Let An Zhiruosu write a poem first!"

After consulting the audience for half a minute, Qi Fang turned to look at LeDong Life: "The audience said yes, so I will satisfy your wish, little brother."

  After finishing speaking, Qi Fang turned his head and looked at An Zhi Ruo Su, who was also surrounded by a light yellow beam: "No.96, An Ruo Su, at the request of the audience, in the last round of poems, you and Le Dong Sheng will replace the order of poetry.

  "It's up to you to write a poem next, are you ready."

  Li Ang just nodded faintly, and then turned to look at the big screen in the center of the stage with the cards already prepared.

   "Please flop."

  Li Ann raised his finger at random.

  "Is it the second card in the fourth row?"

   "Whatever you want."

  "The second card in the fourth row, please flop." Qi Fang said.

  As the voice fell, the second card in the fourth row turned over, and then quickly zoomed in to take up the entire screen.

  In the screen, a man in ordinary clothes sits in a room with a different decoration, and opposite the man sits another person in Hmong costumes.

  The two men held two porcelain bowls in their hands, and the bowls contained golden grain wine, and their faces were intoxicated with joy.

  "According to the picture, please write a poem! The time limit is two minutes." Qi Fang said.

  Qi Fang's voice had just landed, and after only three to five seconds passed, Anzhi Ruosu spoke.

  "A seven-character quatrain, called "Ke Zhong Xing"."

  "Lanling wine tulip, the jade bowl is filled with amber light."

   "But it makes the master drunk, and I don’t know where it is."

  Although the audience still did not hear too clearly, after all, the time was too short.

  This time, no one will underestimate such things as bad poems made in three seconds, or insulting poems in three seconds.

  All the audience watched the big screen quietly.

  For a time, the whole lively venue turned out to be extremely quiet.

  About twenty seconds later, Ang Lee used the tablet in his hand to show the poem he wrote on the big screen in the center of the stage.

  Four paragraphs of poems, each with seven characters, a total of twenty-eight characters.

  After reading this poem, everyone present felt a strong sense of freedom.

  At a certain moment, even the audience seemed to feel that the two characters in the painting had come to life in the poem.

  (End of this chapter)