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After hearing Ye Zhiqiu admit that he did have the whole poem, Qin Dewen was overjoyed and said, "Little friend Ye, read it quickly."

When Qin Dewen said this, his voice even trembled a little.

On the side, except for Qin Xiaoyu, Qin Yongbo and Song Mei, who didn't know the reason, had a flash of doubt in their eyes, wondering what poem was worth Qin Dewen's excitement.

Ye Zhiqiu did not refuse Qin Dewen's request.

Ye Zhiqiu closed his eyes and thought, while recalling, he was also brewing his emotions. The room fell into silence. Everyone seemed to have a vague premonition and did not make a sound to disturb.

At this time, Qin Yongbo silently took the "Legend of the Condor Heroes" placed aside and found that there was a page with obviously deeper wrinkles than other pages, which should have been repeatedly read.

On this page, Qin Yongbo quickly found the source of the poem "Ambition hungry to eat the meat of the barbarians, laughing and thirsty to drink the blood of the Xiongnu" and understood the whole story after a little thought.

——Are you writing poems about General Yue? No wonder.

With Qin Dewen's obsession with poetry, it would be a very uncomfortable thing if he couldn't read a good poem in its entirety.

Thinking of this, Qin Yongbo's interest also rose.

Growing up in a family of scholars, Qin Yongbo's cultural literacy is not low, and it just so happens that the historical figure he admires most is General Yue...

After a while, Ye Zhiqiu opened his calm eyes and said in a deep voice: "Man Jiang Hong·Xie Huai."

"My hair is flying in anger, and I lean on the railing, and the rain stops."

"I look up, howl at the sky, and my heart is full of vigor."

As soon as the first sentence came out, Qin Yongbo's body was shocked.

What a good word!

If the "Turtle's Longevity" just now expresses a kind of life mentality of being strong and aggressive in old age, the emotion of "Man Jiang Hong" is extremely strong.

The first few sentences start abruptly, and a feeling of generosity and heroism breaks through the air, as if you can hear that the anger in the poet's chest is burning and unstoppable...

Ye Zhiqiu's calm and low voice continues.

"Thirty years of fame and honor are dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of road are clouds and moon. Don't wait, your youth will be white, and you will be sad in vain."

"The shame of Jingkang has not been avenged. When will the hatred of the ministers be eliminated?"

Hearing this, Qin Yongbo felt extremely depressed.

There is no way to volunteer, no way to serve the country, the sense of shame brought by that period of history can be truly felt from the poem.

On the side, Qin Dewen's face was extremely shocked, staring at Ye Zhiqiu, afraid of missing a word.

After the extreme depression, Ye Zhiqiu's voice seemed to suddenly become excited.

"Drive a long car and break through the gap in the Helan Mountains."

"I am so ambitious that I would eat the meat of the barbarians when I am hungry, and drink the blood of the Xiongnu when I am thirsty."

"Wait until the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"

When the whole poem ended, the room fell into silence, and no one spoke.

After a while, Qin Yongbo took a deep breath, and suddenly remembered something and looked aside.

At this time, Qin Dewen still closed his eyes and remained silent, immersed in the artistic conception of the poem just now, and his slightly trembling hands showed that he was not calm at this time.

Qin Yongbo's eyes flashed with worry, and he wanted to say something, but he finally resisted and did not disturb Qin Dewen.

Fortunately, Qin Dewen opened his eyes suddenly the next moment.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good words!"

Qin Dewen shouted "good" three times in a row, his voice was extremely excited.

"What a spirit! What an ambition! This poem is bold and bold, surpassing all the works of the past and present!"

Qin Dewen was so excited that he stood up from the bed.

This action really scared the people next to him, and Qin Yongbo, who was close, hurried forward to help him.

"I'm fine."

Qin Dewen stabilized his body, and after calming down a little, he looked at Ye Zhiqiu with burning eyes and said, "Friend Ye, I have an unwelcome request."

"Can I write this "Man Jiang Hong" for you?"

"Dad." Qin Yongbo advised, "Your health is still..."

Qin Dewen ignored him and continued to look at Ye Zhiqiu.

Meeting Qin Dewen's eyes, Ye Zhiqiu had a complicated expression, opened his mouth, and finally replied.

"Okay."

Qin Dewen was overjoyed and said loudly immediately.

"Yongbo!"

"Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

On the side, Qin Yongbo, who knew that it was useless to persuade him, sighed and said he was ready to go.

Qin Dewen was in the intensive care unit, where all the basic needs of patients could be met. Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were naturally not a problem. Under Qin Yongbo's arrangement, someone quickly brought the things in.

At the same time, to be on the safe side, Qin Yongbo also called a doctor to wait on the side.

Fortunately, the ward was large enough to put these things and a few more people would not seem crowded.

Everything was ready, and Qin Dewen waved his hand to refuse the help of others.He slowly walked to the desk.

"Yongbo, grind the ink."

Qin Yongbo responded and began to grind the ink skillfully.

The room fell into a brief silence again, with only the slight sound of grinding ink. It seemed that an inexplicable atmosphere was brewing, and everyone's mood became tense for some reason.

After a while, Qin Yongbo stood up, spread the paper on the table, and said, "Okay."

At this time, Qin Dewen's mood had completely returned to calm, and he smiled at Ye Zhiqiu and said, "Little friend Ye, thank you for your trouble."

Ye Zhiqiu nodded

Qin Dewen took the pen and dipped it in ink. At this time, Qin Xiaoyu next to him suddenly remembered something, and quickly took out her mobile phone and pointed the camera at the table.

She felt that this scene should be recorded.

Ye Zhiqiu exhaled lightly and recited the poem "Man Jiang Hong" for the second time.

"My hair is standing on end with anger, I lean on the railing..."

When Ye Zhiqiu's voice appeared, Qin Dewen also moved, and the brush in his hand moved on the snow-white paper, recording the poem.

At this time, Qin Dewen held the edge of the table with one hand, leaned forward slightly, and was highly focused, as if he was in a state of selflessness.

"...Wait until the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky."

After Ye Zhiqiu finished reading the last word, Qin Dewen also happened to leave a heavy last stroke on the paper.

As soon as he put down the pen, Qin Dewen's body shook slightly, and Qin Yongbo hurried forward to support him.

Qin Dewen shook his head, looking quietly at the poem on the white paper, as if appreciating it, and as if he was recalling something, his expression was directly fascinated.

After a long time, Qin Dewen took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Thank you, Mr. Ye."

This "thank you" seemed to contain too many emotions, even Ye Zhiqiu could not fully understand it, and could only say: "Mr. Qin, you are welcome."

"Take care of yourself and take care of your health."

Qin Dewen laughed: "Okay!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Ye, I know my own health."

"To be honest, life is short, and I feel that I have lived this life with a clear conscience and no regrets."

"Today I am fortunate to hear two masterpieces that have been handed down from generation to generation, and I am even more satisfied..."

Everyone in the room was silent, but Qin Dewen was full of smiles and said: "Yongbo, please keep this "Man Jiang Hong" well for me..."

Qin Yongbo said in a dry voice: "Yes."