Little Farmer Big Star

Remember in one second【】

On the top of Huashan Mountain, the poetry competition was held.

The tourists around Su Qing and Qin Yulin once again frowned slightly.

One of the slightly fat middle-aged tourists said: "Girl, this poem is naturally far from being comparable to Mr. Li Fan's poems, but it is not an exaggeration to say that this poem has some of Mr. Li Fan's style."

Qin Yulin's eyes widened, and he was about to refute, but Su Qing quickly pinched his waist gently, with an obvious meaning, telling the girl not to argue.

Qin Yulin naturally understood what Su Qing meant. He curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "Of course it's an exaggeration. It doesn't have Mr. Li Fan's style at all."

Although Qin Yulin's voice was low, the fat tourist still heard it and said, "Girl, do you mean that this poem is bad? Does it mean that the evaluations of so many of us are inaccurate?"

After hearing this, Qin Yulin snorted softly and said: "This poem is not too bad, it is average, and it is barely passable, but to say that it has the style of Mr. Li Fan, it still needs a long period of time." distance. Your evaluation is indeed not accurate."

Before the fat tourist could say anything, a tall and thin tourist next to him became unhappy and said: "How can you, a girl, know anything about poetry? It's not even sure whether you can understand this poem, and you dare to say that other people's evaluation is inaccurate. "

Su Qing had a headache. Seeing that Qin Yulin wanted to say something else, she quickly said, "I'm very sorry. We shouldn't judge ourselves. It's normal for different people to have different evaluations of a poem. Anyway, excuse me. Everyone."

When Qin Yulin heard what Su Qing said, he couldn't say anything more. He just glared at the tall and thin tourist angrily.

Later, Su Qing took Qin Yulin back to Li Fan.

Li Fan looked at Qin Yulin and reached out to touch Qin Yulin's hair. The girl's angry look was quite cute.

"Okay! Don't be so angry. Everyone has their own evaluation, and their evaluation is not wrong. That poem is indeed good. If you can write such a poem, you already have a certain amount of poetry. At this level, he can barely be considered a professional poet," Li Fan said.

After hearing this, Qin Yulin pouted and said "Oh", and sure enough, he was no longer angry.

It's just that things often can't end like this.

Only a slightly mocking voice sounded in the ears of the three of them,

"Barely considered a professional poet? This gentleman has very high standards."

Li Fan, Su Qing, and Qin Yulin turned to look at the same time, and saw a young man about 30 years old looking at them, with a trace of mockery still on his face.

It was obvious that what he just said was what he said.

Before Li Fan could speak, Qin Yulin glared and said first, "Who are you? What do you mean?"

The young man snorted softly and said, "I just heard what you said there. Although you are beautiful, it does not mean that you know how to appreciate poetry. If you don't understand, it is better not to judge yourself."

Qin Yulin looked at the young man and said, "Are you the author of that poem?"

The young man said: "That's Brother Lin's poem. He's not talented, but he's the author of a poem. Even girls don't care about it. I'm afraid my poem won't catch the eye of girls either."

The young man is Wang Lun, a professional poet. He came to the top of Mount Huashan today to participate in the poetry competition held by Fuyun Poetry Society.

It is his favorite work, and the reviews from tourists are also very good.

The author is Lin Rufeng, who is also a professional poet and has some connections with Wang Lun.

The two of them were just in the crowd, listening to the people around them commenting on the two poems, almost all of which were words of praise, and they were secretly proud and complacent.

They are professional poets. To participate in a poetry competition of this level is not a piece of cake.

Especially when people say that their poems are very similar to Li Fan's style, they are even more proud. This is a very high praise.

Just listening, they overheard the conversation between Qin Yulin and several tourists, which made them quite unhappy. If Qin Yulin hadn't been too beautiful, they would have definitely ridiculed him.

Then, they watched Qin Yulin and Su Qing return to Li Fan, and saw Li Fan touching Qin Yulin's hair, which was quite an intimate gesture.

It turns out that both beauties already "have their owners".

Wang Lun and Lin Rufeng were envious and jealous of Li Fan, and when they remembered Qin Yulin's evaluation of a poem just now, they became even more unhappy.

"Brother Lin, let me go and ridicule them. Anyone who dares to comment on Brother Lin like this simply doesn't understand poetry." Wang Lun said to Lin Rufeng.

Then, he quietly approached Li Fan, Su Qing, and Qin Yulin.

However, as soon as he got closer, he heard what Li Fan said to Qin Yulin again.

"Can you barely be considered a professional poet? What a big statement." Wang Lun thought in his heart, and then he couldn't help but say the previous sentence.

The scene after that was as described above.

After hearing Wang Lun's words, Qin Yulin said calmly: "Since you are the author, I didn't say anything about your poems? What are you doing here?"

"This..." Wang Lun was speechless for a moment, and Qin Yulin's answer was completely different from what he had imagined.

Su Qing smiled, this girl said it best.

Li Fan also smiled a little. As for the mocking look on Wang Lun's face before, he didn't take it at all and didn't intend to pay attention to it.

^0^ Remember in one second【】

Seeing that the other party was speechless, Qin Yulin felt quite proud for a moment, and glanced at Li Fan somewhat appreciatively.

Wang Lun was speechless for a moment, his face a little confused, and he quickly hummed to cover up his speechlessness.

Then, he suddenly remembered what Li Fan had said to Qin Yulin before, his eyes lit up, and he quickly turned to Li Fan and said: "This gentleman just said that the author Lin Rufeng, Brother Lin, can barely be regarded as a professional poet. Sir, his vision is very good." So tall."

Li Fan glanced at Wang Lun and said calmly: "It's not that I have high vision, it's just a realistic and objective evaluation."

"Oh? Really?" A hint of malicious smile appeared on Wang Lun's face, and he continued: "So, sir, he is also quite good at poetry."

Li Fan was naturally able to catch the hint of a malicious smile on Wang Lun's face, but he remained calm and said calmly: "I did write some poems in the past."

"Oh? Really?" The smile on Wang Lun's face became more obvious, and he continued: "It seems that sir is indeed a master of poetry. In this case, this is a poetry competition, why don't you compose a poem on the spot? ? Let us appreciate Mr. Ichiban’s masterpiece.”

Li Fan was not surprised by Wang Lun's words, but he was not very interested right now.

So he smiled slightly and replied: "I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood right now."

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Dear, this chapter is finished, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^