Rise From the Humble

What is the occasion?

This is Master’s birthday party. Everyone is writing poems and lyrics to celebrate her birthday. What’s your intention in writing “Nai He” twice in a row? !

Even if you are joking or having a bad temper, you must have a certain temper!

This is really unreasonable!

All the disciples were filled with indignation and indignant at what Zhu Pingan had done. They expressed their indignation and contempt with their eyes and sighs.

but

What happened next made them even more angry, and even those with bad tempers would burst into anger.

Because Zhu Ping'an, he, he, he then wrote three words "Nai Ruohe".

At this point, the first line of Zhu Ping'an's poem "Congratulations to Master's Mother on her Birthday" has been written: "What can I do, what can I do, what can I do".

Everyone was about to explode. Zhu Ping'an went too far. Is this a birthday poem? It was advertised as "Congratulations on the birthday of my mother-in-law", but it actually wrote "Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing". It was full of negativity, decadence and disappointment. What kind of birthday celebration was this? Poetry.

There was an uproar.

Mrs. Xu turned her head and glanced at Xu Jie. Xu Jie smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to cover the lady's hand, and stroked it twice.

"Zihou, what kind of birthday poem are you writing?" Xu Fan could hardly hold the cup in his hand.

"A birthday poem." Zhu Pingan replied seriously.

Birthday poem? ! ! !

Nonsense!

What kind of birthday celebration is this? The tone is clearly a curse poem!

Everyone stood up for Xu Fan!

However, everyone's sighs, dissatisfaction and indignation did not affect Zhu Pingan's performance. Amidst everyone's indignation, Zhu Pingan's performance was super stable. Well, he picked up a new line and wrote two more words.

That's right

Still the word "Naihe".

crazy.

Zhu Pingan must be crazy.

You madman, are you going to ruin your mentor’s birthday banquet? At this moment, everyone just wants to stuff Zhu Pingan’s head into the inkstone!

Another "no way", Xu Fan was completely confused.

Zhang Juzheng touched his chin with his right hand, frowning tightly, and looked at Zhu Pingan without blinking.

Amid the indignation and criticism, Zhu Ping'an still had a smile on his face. He held the brush in his right hand and started swiping it again. He raised the brush to complete the second sentence. His brushwork was skillful and his brush strokes were as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water.

"But it's raining heavily today."

Although "Naihe" is no longer written, everyone's criticism and indignation against Zhu Pingan have not weakened at all.

Although you didn’t write Nai He again, your sentence “Nai He today is raining heavily” is still full of negativity, decadence and disappointment. Moreover, this is a birthday poem. The first sentence is “Nai He, Nai He, Nai Ruo”, and the second sentence is “Nai He, Nai He, Nai He.” "But it's raining heavily today", not to mention full of negativity and decadence, you've already written half of this poem, but it has nothing to do with birthday wishes.

Why!

Who is this?

Still smiling!

Your mentor has been as kind to you as a mountain. Is this how you repay your mentor? ! If I were you, I would have hung myself on the southeast branch by now to apologize to my mentor.

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, and the urge to stuff Zhu Pingan's head into the inkstone became stronger.

After writing the second sentence, Zhu Ping'an dipped the brush in ink again, and then moved the brush again without pausing for a second, like a dragon riding the wind and breaking through the waves, or a phoenix flying in the nine heavens with the wind, and wrote the third sentence of the poem in one breath. come out:

"The pouring rain wishes my mother a happy birthday."

After Zhu Ping'an wrote this poem, there was a small sound of surprise from everyone in the lobby.

"ah?"

"this?"

"It seems interesting."

After everyone saw Zhu Pingan's third sentence, they couldn't help but whisper in surprise. As soon as the third sentence came out, this birthday poem seemed to be a little more interesting, and the negativity and decadence of the first two sentences seemed to be reduced a lot.

Although it's not as good as the birthday poems everyone made before, it finally looks like a birthday poem.

The indignation in everyone's hearts subsided slightly, and when they looked at Zhu Ping'an again, they felt like watching a prodigal son turning back. Although this prodigal son still accomplishes nothing, is slovenly, and unreliable, at least he is willing to look back.

Before everyone's surprise disappeared, Zhu Ping'an once again dipped his pen in ink, finishing the last sentence of the poem in one breath. When he finished the pen, he paused lightly, and then suddenly raised the pen to withdraw it, just like a dragon waving its tail or a phoenix spreading its wings!

At this point, the whole poem is on the page.

"Congratulations to Master's Mother on her Birthday"

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing,

However, it is raining heavily today.

The pouring rain wishes my mother a happy birthday,

Longevity is more than torrential rain.

Zhu Pingan took back his pen and the hall fell silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Such a quiet atmosphere lasted for a full two seconds. After two seconds, the hall became lively as if boiling water was boiling.

"Ah good!"

"This is the finishing touch! What a poem!"

"It turns out that you can write a birthday poem like this! The number one scholar is worthy of being the number one scholar. His ability to control words is really amazing."

"Hahaha, this poem is really full of twists and turns, and it is soul-stirring, especially the last sentence that is the finishing touch. In an instant, the whole poem is transcendent and sublimated. It is really a rare masterpiece for birthday celebrations."

"Let me just say, my mentor was so fascinated by the number one scholar, how could the number one scholar act like a fool at my wife's birthday party? Haha, the number one scholar is such a bold and humorous person. He deliberately wrote a birthday poem like this to cheer up. "

After everyone came back to their senses, they all clapped their hands and applauded.

Everyone is a disciple of Master Xu. At first, they were just angry that Zhu Ping'an, the younger brother, actually wrote "Nai He" at Master's mother's birthday party. They thought he was playing with his temper, being petty, and ignorant. Now that the misunderstanding has been clarified. , and this poem written by Zhu Pingan is humorous and wonderful. It is a rare good birthday poem, so everyone is not stingy in their praise.

Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen are more shy than Rong Yan.

The dull atmosphere in the room was instantly swept away, and the atmosphere was warm, reaching the climax of the entire banquet.

Both expected and unexpected, Zhang Juzheng looked at Zhu Ping'an's birthday poem with a complicated expression. After a moment of silence, he clapped his hands with everyone.

"Haha, Zihou, you can do it."

Xu Fan came to Zhu Pingan with a smile and slapped Zhu Pingan hard on the shoulder. "Do you know, you just scared me. I'm still thinking about how I can plead for you if my mother gets angry." Woolen cloth."

"Thank you for your concern, brother."

Zhu Pingan thanked Xu Fan with his hand, then pointed to the tea cup in Xu Fan's hand, and asked with a smile, "Haha, brother Shi, have you finished your tea? Is there any penalty for Ping An being late for three glasses of wine?"

"You're lucky, kid." Xu Fan shook the tea cup in his hand, half of the tea inside swirling with the cup.

"Haha, thank you so much, brother." Zhu Pingan smiled and cupped his hands to express his thanks.

"Keke... You, this student, are really smart. This whole scene has taught me to remember his poems, and I can't even forget them..." At the head of the table, Mrs. Xu covered her head with a handkerchief. Lips, tilted head, smiled and whispered to Xu Jie.

Xu Jie smiled and said nothing.