Reborn Nobility

Chapter 34 The dog jumps over the wall in a hurry

This poem was a poem he recited when he was drunk with a journalist friend who loved poetry before he was reborn. The artistic conception is simple and outstanding.

Xia Xiaoluo only had this little stock in his mind. If the boy in military uniform was not convinced at this moment and came out with another poem, he would be done with it and would be disgraced to Java.

Therefore, after reading the song "Self-Mockery", he said nothing and looked at the boy in military uniform with anxiety.

I thought to myself, I am really miserable. Before I was reborn, I read time-travel novels, all of which were before the Tang Dynasty, at least the Song Dynasty. If I were to fight poetry, there would be thousands of poems from later generations that I could plagiarize! How cool!

This time I was reborn, and I also met Dou Shi! But just going back twenty years ago, the key is Dou Shi poetry, there is no room for plagiarism! How unlucky! Is anyone so playful?

The young man in military uniform did not look at him. He looked through the glass window at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, and murmured the poem that Xia Xiaoluo had just read.

He came from a well-educated family and studied classical poetry since he was a child. He has a very high appreciation for poetry. These lines of poetry hit his chest like a sledgehammer, and he felt his heart beating continuously.

This feeling only occurred to him when he saw the original "Four Calligraphers of Ancient Poems" by Zhang Xu, a great calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty known as the "Sage of Grass", in the Liaoning Museum.

The image of a poor scholar who was down on his luck but had the talent to guide the world emerged vividly on the page.

Like the soundless thunder on the ground, every word of this poem shocked his soul, giving him a feeling of loneliness and desolation, "I have never seen the ancients before, and I have never seen the newcomers after me. I thought about the long journey of heaven and earth, but I shed tears for my original creation."

He murmured: "Huang Zhong Da Lu, the lingering sound lingers, good poem, good poem... Cao Haoxuan was defeated..."

He turned his head, bowed respectfully to Xia Xiaoluo, and said: "Classmate, the poem you wrote is so good, it is truly a masterpiece that will last forever. Cao Haoxuan is willing to be inferior to you!"

It was only now that everyone learned the name of this young man in military uniform. He had never told him before, and it was inconvenient for everyone to ask him.

Everyone saw that this little-known young man actually made the rather arrogant Cao Haoxuan surrender with a poem, and they couldn't help but admire him greatly.

The few people who had just petted him couldn't help but blush, and thought to themselves, it seems that the old saying that a person cannot be judged by his appearance is true, and they couldn't help but cast admiring and somewhat apologetic glances at him.

Only Qu Xiaoyuan looked quite proud, as if he had some credit for writing this awesome poem. He looked at the teenage boy in military uniform with pride, while the boy looked at him angrily like a defeated rooster.

My cousin was very depressed.

In his previous life, Xia Xiaoluo was used to seeing the world being hot and cold, so naturally he didn't take it to heart.

Chu Xiuhan has been immersed in the poem "Scholar's Self-Mockery", which has a superb and clumsy artistic conception. The sentences are like knives and axes, but they are still coherent.

Moreover, neither the state nor the momentum is cramped. The state of a real master is to strike at will and reach the highest state. It is like carving words on a cliff. In fact, it is majestic and has its own dignified and precious appearance.

She kept focusing on Xia Xiaoluo's face, motionless, until a girl next to her pulled her slightly, and she woke up, with an intoxicating blush on her face.

Xia Xiaoluo naturally knew that he had plagiarized. Fortunately, the journalist brother did not plagiarize the ancients or pick up the wisdom of others, but created something original. Unexpectedly, he casually recited it while drunk and it became a masterpiece. He was panicked and said: "It's a small trick."

, trivial skills..."

Cao Haoxuan obviously admired him very much and said: "You are too modest. Even if this poem was taken to the cultural circle in the capital and asked to be written by the uncles from the Chinese Department of Peking University, I am afraid it would be difficult to write it!"

When he said "Department of Chinese Language and Literature, Peking University", his tone was ordinary, and everyone couldn't help but wonder, what kind of background did this person have?

Xia Xiaoluo smiled and said nothing more. Cao Haoxuan was already interested in making friends and said, "I wonder what this classmate's name is..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the urgent voice of a girl, saying: "Xia Xiaoluo, where are you? I've been looking for you for a long time before I found you."

Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw the visitor. They saw a young girl with a bud in bloom walking in. She had a refreshing and neat ponytail, a loose and comfortable T-shirt on her upper body, and a piece of snow-white jadeite exposed under her pleated skirt.

Wearing a pair of small white leather sandals on her legs and feet - it is He Shiyun.

Xia Xiaoluo was overjoyed. He Shiyun was supposed to go to Beijing for two weeks, but who knew that she would be back in just one week.

Little did he know that He Shiyun hadn't seen him for a week, and missing him was like burning on a hot pot, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

When she got on the train, she thought it would be nice if Xia Xiaoluo accompanied her on this trip. Then she was immersed in the excitement and yearning for the upcoming journey. She then chatted casually with her mother, but looked out the window.

The beautiful scenery was getting farther and farther away from Luoshui County, and she felt more and more boring, and Xia Xiaoluo's appearance appeared in her mind more and more frequently...

I remember when he was a poor student, as a study committee member, I talked small talk with him and was punished by the teacher to stand. I did not feel aggrieved or ashamed, but instead felt a sweet feeling of stealing candies with him...

Thinking of his inability to write essays, I scratched my head and asked myself every time, asking myself to help him write the first sentence at the beginning and the summary sentence at the end. I always wrote him the worst, most ordinary and inconspicuous sentences in my mind, and he

He always copied it down faithfully, and said as if he had found a treasure: "Every line written in the poem is a treasure!"

Recalling that he and Qu Xiaoyuan went to fight together, and that he always pulled him to prevent him from going, he angrily hid the iron rod in the desk and said, "It's time for them to say that I'm unjust again!"

In fact, he is quite cute...even if he does not have the dazzling halo of being ranked third in the county later.

There was also the way he was rebellious and confident when he asked the teacher for the "secret book". I was really worried about him. I didn't expect that he actually defeated the oily-haired and pink-faced Wang Jiannan. It was really refreshing!

And that gentle kiss in the pond, when he came up from the bottom and gently held her ankle, her heart still beat wildly when she thought about it.

When she arrived in Beijing, she visited the Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square, Badaling Great Wall and other famous scenic spots. Before she even visited them, she was already clamoring to go home. She couldn't bear the pain of missing her. Only now did she know how to sit with him and do the questions.

, helping him solve problems and calling him a pig's head, what a wonderful time it was.

Her mother couldn't resist her, so she had no choice but to come back with her.

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Xia Xiaoluo joked and said: "He Shiyun, I can't even recognize you. You are so beautiful. Where did you buy this dress? We don't have this kind of clothes in Luoshui County..."

In Xia Xiaoluo's previous life, it was as natural to praise girls as to lie about being a virgin. He never realized that this was still in a small inland county in the conservative and closed 1990s. These few words would make any girl's heart beat.

He Shiyun's pretty face turned red and she said, "Why are you still joking? Something happened to your health bureau!"

Xia Xiaoluo said: "Ah? What happened?"

He thought to himself, what could happen to a small unit like the Health Bureau, so he still had a smile on his face.

He Shiyun gasped: "That Wang Jiannan's father held Director Qian hostage on the roof of the building..."

Xia Xiaoluo's expression immediately changed. Although Qian Shaoqun had no connection with him, they could be considered comrades in the trenches during this period. Facing Wang Junwei's counterattack, they worked together to overcome the difficulties, and Qian Shaoqun's father joined Qian Shaoqun.

If, under Wang Junwei's coercion, Qian Shaoqun, one of the direct forces of this faction, reveals their sinister trick of "making up the pot," all their previous efforts will be in vain, and his father will be thrown into the cold palace by his superiors and will never be able to stand up again.

Xia Xiaoluo secretly scolded himself, thinking that after his rebirth, he had thirty years of life experience from his previous life. What could he do that he couldn't do easily?

Who knew that the first "pot-repairing method" that they thought was brilliant was a bad idea. They forgot that humans are animals with thoughts and feelings. Rabbits bite people when they are anxious! Leaving no way for people to escape is like a blind corner.

, it would be strange not to jump over the wall in a hurry. If this is not done well, not only will Director Qian be harmed, but he may even be harmed by his father.

He waved to Qu Xiaoyuan, who followed him without saying anything. The three of them hurried out without saying goodbye to the young people in the readers club.

At that time, taxis had not yet appeared in the small county town, and there were only a few tricycles. The three of them jogged all the way to the Health Bureau compound.

I saw that the five-story office building of the Health Bureau was already crowded with people. There were not only the families of the employees of the Health Bureau, but also many people from the society. Everyone looked up at the roof of the building and talked about it.

Point and point.

Xia Xiaoluo was furious and thought, what is Old Feng doing right now? He didn't even close the door! He saw Old Feng looking at the roof with a smile and talking nonsense to the people around him.

Unnamed police officers with loaded ammunition were waiting downstairs. A police officer in his thirties held a microphone and kept shouting: "Wang Junwei, please calm down. This is a serious murder. I hope you will not go the wrong way."

A mistake will lead to eternal regret!"

Xia Xiaoluo knew this man. He had often been caught in fights before, but he couldn't remember his name at the moment.

On the rooftop, Wang Junwei was like a hungry wolf with red eyes, holding a dagger to Qian Shaoqun's neck, standing on the rooftop without guardrails.

Both of them were sweating profusely and had obviously been in a stalemate for a long time. Qian Shaoqun's face was livid, his eyes were slightly closed, and his face looked resigned.

Xia Xiaoluo searched for his father in the crowd and saw him standing with Deputy Director Cao, sweating profusely and obviously very nervous.

Huang Qinqin acted like a tigress on the ground and kept crying: "It was you white-eyed wolves who killed my old Wang!"

"My mother, if something happens today, how will we orphans and widows survive?"

Wang Jiannan stood aside and wiped his tears cooperatively, his pale face covered with tears.

"Hmph! -" Huang Qinqin blew her nose and threw it to one side. People backed away one after another, fearing that it would get on themselves.

The police officer holding the microphone shouted again: "Wang Junwei, think about your orphans and widows! If something happens to you, it will be the death penalty. Who will take care of them?"

Wang Junwei roared: "I don't care! I didn't distribute or post flyers at all. I was wronged! Someone is harming me!" The voice sounded like an aggrieved child crying to his mother.