Reborn in the world, starting from looking for relatives for Zheng Juan

"Can you shut your mouth? Why are you everywhere!" When Zhou Bingkun mentioned Feng Huacheng, Zhou Rong rolled her eyes at him.

"Sister, why do you react so strongly when I mention Feng Huacheng? Could it be that your girl Huaichun has a secret crush on her?"

Zhou Bingkun seemed to have no intention of shutting up and made a face at Zhou Rong.

Zhou Rong became a little angry when her brother accidentally revealed her secret, and pointed at Zhou Bingyi, "You, you bastard."

After saying that, he grabbed the pillow from the edge of the kang and threw it towards Zhou Bingkun.

Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Bingyi started bickering and said seriously: "Zhou Rong, Bingkun, stop making trouble."

"Brother, what did Bingkun say?" As she spoke, Zhou Rong's eyes turned red.

Seeing that Zhou Rong was about to cry, Zhou Bingkun hurriedly said: "Sister, I was wrong. Isn't it okay that I was wrong? It's all my bad mouth. It's all my bad mouth."

After saying that, Zhou Bingkun pretended to slap his mouth.

"Bingkun, who asked you to hit yourself in the mouth? Mom saw it and thought I was bullying you again." Zhou Rong wiped her eyes and said to Zhou Bingkun.

"Sister, if you don't get angry anymore, I won't hit you either." Zhou Bingkun put down his hand with a silly smile on his face.

"Okay, we are all brothers and sisters, what's the point of making trouble? Lu Tian, ​​what do you think of the poem Zhou Rong read just now?" Zhou Bingyi asked Lu Tian.

To be honest, when Zhou Rong was reading poetry just now, Lu Tianzheng was talking to Zheng Juan, and he really didn't listen very carefully.

But after listening to it roughly, I still think it's good. At least it's much better than the previous song "Chrysanthemum Praise".

After all, Feng Huacheng is a top-notch poet, and his standards are still high.

Thinking of this, Lu Tiandao said: "Very good, very artistic."

"Really good?" Zhou Rong opened her eyes wide and said.

"It's really good. At least it's much better than the previous song "Chrysanthemum Praise"."

Hearing Lu Tian's words, Zhou Rong was particularly happy and looked at Lu Tian:

"Lu Tian, ​​rushing early is worse than rushing in time. You should also write a poem with the theme of fireworks."

"I……"

After hearing Zhou Rong's words, Lu Tian hesitated.

The last time I came to Zhou's house, Zheng Juan was a little unhappy because she wrote a poem. If she wrote it again, Zheng Juan didn't know what she would think.

But then I thought about the way Zhou Rong was reading Feng Huacheng's poems just now. It seemed that Tai's admiration for Feng Huacheng had not weakened at all. She had to hide her hand and compare Feng Huacheng's poems to destroy Feng Huacheng's heart in Zhou Rong's heart.

It is absolutely impossible to have such a tall image.

Not even writing,

Not even if I don’t write,

How to do this?

At this time, Zhou Bingkun, who was sitting opposite Lu Tian, ​​said:

"Brother Lu, please play one, so that my sister will not be able to see Mount Tai. She always feels that Feng Huacheng exists like a god and is unreachable."

"Bingkun, if you keep talking, I will burn your bamboo board!" This time, Zhou Rong was really angry, with her eyebrows standing upside down and an angry look on her face.

"Sister, I said the wrong thing again. I should be beaten." After saying that, Zhou Bingkun pretended to slap his mouth again.

"Pretending!" Zhou Rong glared at her younger brother.

Hao Dongmei, who was sitting next to Zhou Bingyi, also spoke at this time:

"Lu Tian, ​​if you have any ideas, I would also like to see your poems."

Hao Dongmei pays special attention to Lu Tian and certainly doesn't want to miss such an opportunity.

"Yes, Lu Tian. If you have any inspiration, I would also like to hear it." Zhou Bingyi agreed.

Hearing that everyone wanted him to compose poems, Lu Tian looked at Zheng Juan intentionally or unintentionally.

Zheng Juan rarely spoke this evening. After all, she couldn't get in the middle of what the people here said. At this time, Lu Tian looked at herself, and Zheng Juan certainly knew why.

Zheng Juan only had one thought for Lu Tian, ​​which was not to embarrass him. Lu Tian must be afraid that he would be overly concerned and would not be able to express his stance.

So, Zheng Juan said: "Brother Tian, ​​please make a song, I want to hear it too."

With Zheng Juan's words, Lu Tian's heart was no longer tangled.

The poem must be done. He turned to Zhou Rong and said, "Zhou Rong, please bring me a pen and paper."

"Okay!" Zhou Rong smiled sweetly and got off the ground.

After a while, a pen and a pile of letter paper were placed on the kang table.

Lu Tian took off the cap of his pen and after thinking for a moment, he rustled on the letter paper and wrote:

""Fireworks Easily Cold"

Listen to youth, welcome laughter, and envy many people

The annals of history are too gentle and unwilling, and the writing is too ruthless

Fireworks are easy to cool and people are easy to separate

And you're asking, am I still serious?

Thousands of years later, after a lifetime of deep love, who else is waiting?

And Qing History, how can it be untrue? Wei Shu Luoyang City

If you are following me, I have passed through the door in my past life

Follow the world of mortals, follow me throughout my life

It rains heavily, and the vegetation in my old hometown is deep

I heard that you are always alone..."

While Zhou Rong was holding a pen and paper, Lu Tian's brain was spinning rapidly, trying to recall the songs about fireworks that he had sung before his rebirth.

After thinking about it, I still feel that Fang Wenshan's lyrics are more deceptive, and they are consistent with the Chinese style of "Chrysanthemum Terrace" I wrote before, so it is not easy to find faults.

After taking over the pen, Lu Tian quickly wrote the song "Fireworks Easily Cold".

After Zhou Rong read it carefully, the letter was passed around to several people. After everyone had read it, Zhou Bingkun spoke first, "Brother Lu, why don't I understand your poem?"

"Yes, Lu Tian, ​​the wording and sentence construction of this poem are indeed first-rate, but I didn't understand it either," Hao Dongmei said.

The letter was passed back to Zhou Rong, "Lu Tian, ​​can you tell me what your poem is about? I don't understand it either."

Zhou Rong seemed to be eager to find the answer, staring at Lu Tian with her big clear eyes.

Seeing that everyone was confused, Lu Tian somewhat regretted why he chose such an obscure lyric that no one could understand.

I had to explain:

"Oh, that's right, I adapted this poem based on a legend.

Legend has it that a royal general in the city of Luoyang met a woman by chance. The two fell in love at first sight and made a private marriage. At this time, the general was recruited by the court to fight on the border. In the years of war and chaos, the imperial capital of Luoyang had been reduced to ruins and dilapidated.

In the end, the woman stayed with the general and became a nun. When the general returned from the storm and found the ancient temple where the woman had become a monk, she had already passed away. People told the general that there had been a woman waiting for him here.

It’s a poignant love poem.”

"No wonder I can't read it, it turns out that's the case.

I would say that this time Feng Huacheng’s poems are better than Brother Lu’s poems, but I can understand Feng Huacheng’s poems after all.”

It was Zhou Bingkun who spoke first again.

"Bingkun, don't speak for Feng Huacheng." Zhou Rong scolded Zhou Bingkun.

"Zhou Rong, why aren't you happy when Bingkun said that Feng Huacheng's poems are better this time? I think this time, Feng Huacheng's poems are indeed better." Zhou Bingyi said.

"Brother... just now, the poem I read just now was written by me, not by Feng Huacheng.

You guys are talking about me as if my poetry is better than Feng Huacheng. He is a well-known poet, and I am just a literary lover at best."