Happy Little Scholar

You still have to keep a low profile as a person, don't date girls who aren't yours, and don't pretend to be girls who aren't yours.

Seeing the face of the young man surnamed Wu alternate between blue and white, and he looked so embarrassed that he was about to get cancer, Li Yi felt extremely happy in his heart.

You can’t even compose a Chinese Valentine’s Day poem, so why are you so embarrassed to show off here?

Although Li Yi couldn't make it himself...but he could copy it!

After being here for so long, he has almost exhausted all the books in the village. Not to mention that although the people in Liuye Village have little education, the books they grabbed are of all kinds, enough to give him a comprehensive understanding of the world.

Of course there are poems in this world, but they are far less prosperous than in his original world. Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Shi, Liu Yong... those literary giants from the previous life who are famous throughout the ages cannot be found in this world. Li Yi You can safely and boldly be a plagiarist without worrying about being discovered.

Chinese Valentine's Day words?

Li Yi may not be able to recite many of them, but the words that have been passed down through the ages and have almost become masterpieces have left a deep impression on him.

What's more, there are so many books in my head that haven't been used yet. If I randomly pick out a book of Song poems for ten thousand yuan, I'm afraid I can kill someone just by using Qixi poems...

"I have little talent and little knowledge, so I won't show off my embarrassment." The young man surnamed Wu looked stiff. After taking a look at Li Yi, he said: "I think my new uncle is good at things like reciting poems and writing poems..."

Li Yi glanced at Wu Ying lightly, not bothering to pay attention to him at all.

Little talent and little knowledge?

It's really shameless to use such words to describe yourself. If this guy knew how to write his own name, Li Yi would think he had read poetry and books.

He is obviously an illiterate but still insists on pretending to be a big-tailed wolf. This kind of person is so disgusting!

"I happen to have a Chinese Valentine's Day poem in my mind that fits the occasion. Do you have the pen and ink?" Li Yi looked at Liu Yu with a smile and said.

He is now slowly getting used to speaking in this tone. The literary tone, combined with his handsome appearance, really makes him look like a scholar.

This kind of polite look is not comparable to those rough guys who only know how to dance. The girls in the village are used to seeing heavy tastes, and occasionally change to something fresh, and there will inevitably be a kind of light-up. Feel.

Several girls looked at him, and then thinking about Wu Ying and others, they just felt that they were all raised by their mother's biological father. How come there is such a big gap between people...

"There are pens and ink on Qiaolou." A woman named Liu Yu said with a smile.

The young man surnamed Wu and others tragically acted as the background. They watched that hateful guy go up to the Qiaolou surrounded by women, and did not even pay attention to them. His sense of presence reached a new level.

"I want to see what he can write!" Wu Ying followed him with a gloomy face, striding over.

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"Uncle..."

Xiaohuan was making arrangements on Qiaolou. When she looked up and saw Li Yi coming up, she hurried over.

Liu Yu glanced at Qiaolou, frowned, and said, "There are pens and inks here, but the paper seems to have run out..."

There was no place in the village that used paper on weekdays. Almost all the accumulated paper was made into prayer lanterns. Liu Yu only realized this when she walked up.

"Uncle, please write it here." Xiaohuan knew that Liu Yu and the others had just asked their uncle to write Chinese Valentine's Day poems. When they ran over, they took their own lantern to pray to heaven.

"Little girl, you are very thoughtful." When Liu Yu came over with a pen and ink, she happened to see Xiao Huan diligently offering her prayer lantern, and said with a smile.

This girl probably had such a plan in mind just now.

Seeing through his thoughts, Xiaohuan smiled sheepishly, took the brush and ink obediently, handed the brush to Li Yi, and studied the ink by himself.

One side of the lantern is the meeting of magpie bridges painted by Li Yi. He turned to the blank space on the other side, and after thinking for a while, he finally put pen to paper.

Magpie Bridge Immortal.

When she saw Li Yi writing these three words, Xiaohuan's expression changed.

Liu Yu and other women were a little further away. After taking a look, there was some disbelief in their eyes. Their lips moved, but they didn't say anything after all.

This is of course not because of Li Yi's great literary talent and his ability to amaze ghosts and gods when he writes. Just the three words "Magpie Bridge Immortal" convinced them. It's really because Li Yi's handwriting... is so ugly!

Although they are not literate, they are not blind, and they can still tell whether the handwriting is good or not.

Li Yi wrote unhurriedly on the side, but the girls were thinking about other things.

He looks so handsome and can make such paintings. How come the words he writes...

As the old saying goes, "No gold is pure, and no man is perfect." The ancients are sincere and I can't deceive them!

At this moment, the person with the most complicated mood is of course Xiao Huan.

The little maid who had originally wanted her uncle to compose a poem on her prayer lantern could only look at those crooked lines and cry without tears.

If she had known that her uncle's words were like this, she would never have gone home to get her prayer lantern. That painting was so good, but now it’s all destroyed...

After writing the last sentence, Li Yi put down the pen and checked it. There were no typos, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Although it was a little uncomfortable to write on the open prayer lantern, it wasn't a big deal. He didn't know how to write calligraphy anyway, so he just needed to be able to see clearly what the words were.

There are many calligraphy books in his head, but Li Yi never thinks about changing, even if it is just a thought.

When his identity, his body, his face, and even the world he lives in become strange, there are always some familiar things left to miss. If even the handwriting changes, I am afraid that his soul will no longer feel a sense of belonging.

Therefore, the handwriting that others think is extremely ugly is so pleasing to Li Yi.

When he turned his head to look, he found that the face of the little maid fell, and the other girls also looked at him with strange eyes, and couldn't help but ask with some confusion: "What's wrong?"

At this time, a weak and bookish girl who had been standing behind Liu Yu took a few steps forward, ignoring Li Yi's dog-crawling handwriting, and when she looked at the words on the prayer lantern, her beautiful eyes lit up slightly, and she couldn't help but read them out.

"The thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred... The Milky Way is far away and dark." The voice paused for a moment, and then continued: "When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless things in the world..."

"Tenderness is like water, and the good time is like a dream. I can't help but look back at the magpie bridge on the way home. If the two love is, if the two love is long-lasting..." When she read this, there was a little surprise in the girl's eyes, and then it became blurred. After a long silence, she read the next sentence: "If the two love is long-lasting, why should we be together day and night..."

The girl's surname is Qin. Her grandfather is Mr. Qin who taught in the school before. She has been influenced by him since she was a child. She is the only girl in the village who can read and write.

When she started to read the words, the scene had already quieted down. Although the girls did not understand poetry and even could not read, they could always appreciate some artistic conception. Looking at the expression of the girl surnamed Qin, it can be guessed that the Qixi poem written by Li Yi should be good.

The young man surnamed Wu, who was blocked by them and wanted to wait for Li Yi to finish writing so as to say a few disparaging words, racked his brains but couldn't think of any words. Then, seeing the intoxicated expression of the girl surnamed Qin and the reactions of the other girls, he could not help but snorted coldly and turned to go down the Qiao Tower.