My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 1108

[Chapter 1075 I write]

Jing Zhe couldn’t help but be shocked.

He did ask Fatty Wei to go up and leave the calligraphy treasure, but he would never let Fatty Wei write down his own poem!

A piece of peach blossom and a piece of red, tourists are in a good mood at this time.

The peach blossoms are red at this time every year, and farmers are looking forward to a good harvest…

I have to say that this poem is really too oily…

Although the third poem has little chance of being noticed, it is based on the level of the third poem that is passing above the line.

If Fatty Wei writes such a limerick, Jing Zhe can guarantee that he will be more popular than anyone else!

However, Fatty Wei definitely didn’t want this kind of limelight. He would probably be ready to scold his mother by then, so Jing Zhe hurriedly stopped him.

“Brother Wei, you can keep the calligraphy, but it can’t be this poem!”

“Oh? Why not?”

Fatty Wei glanced at Jing Zhe, and then thought to himself as if he was intoxicated: ” The peach blossoms are all red, and the tourists are in a good mood. How well written it is! Could it be that my brother also thinks that my poem is like a limerick? “

“Of course it’s not…”

Jing Zhe couldn’t bear to break Fatty Wei’s beautiful fantasy.

“Then why don’t you let me write it?”

“Brother Wei, it’s like this.”

Jing Zhe thought for a while and said patiently: “Brother Wei, this poem is indeed good, but it is not the best. Although writing this poem can help It has the effect of slapping them in the face, but the slapping is not the most severe. And I have a poem that they will never be able to write better than this. As long as Brother Wei can keep the calligraphy treasure, not only can I smack them in the face severely, And they will never have the shame to ridicule Brother Wei again!”

“Is this true?”

Fatty Wei’s eyes lit up when he heard this.

Although he felt that his poem was “good”, it was only good, and he didn’t have the strength to convince everyone – otherwise they wouldn’t have ridiculed him so much just now.

“Of course it’s serious!”

“…”

Fatty Wei was about to grin, but he suddenly became confused: “Brother, you really have such a good poem, you can write it yourself, why do you have to write it through my hand? Brother, you are famous yourself. Not good?”

I have to say that Fatty Wei is a bit stupid, but not too stupid.

Jing Zhe waved his hand and said with a smile: “That’s a bad statement! Compared with Brother Wei, I’m just an outsider. If I go up and write poems, I’m afraid I’ll make you Jiangling locals laugh. Even if I write good poems, I guess the locals will not.” I don’t think so! Besides, although Brother Wei and I have not known each other for a long time, we feel very close to each other. Moreover, these people just laughed at Brother Wei, which made me very angry, so I wanted to help Brother Wei. One breath!”

“Good brother!” Fatty Wei was really moved after hearing this. He held Jing Zhe’s hand and said, “Brother, please tell me the poem. When I become famous, I will definitely not forget you,

brother

!”

Zhe smiled and nodded, then read into Fatty Wei’s ear, and Fatty Wei’s eyes became brighter and brighter as Jing Zhe spoke.

“Brother, did you write this poem by yourself?”

Jing Zhe nodded and said, “Brother Wei, just use it. I guarantee that this poem is original and no one will question it!”

“Brother, you are so talented! I told brother After talking so much, I still don’t know what my brother’s name is!”

Fatty Wei asked.

“My surname is Jing, and my last name is the word “philosopher”. I don’t have talent, but I just got it by chance, and I got it by chance!”

Jing Zhe said modestly.

“Jing Zhe… Hey, why does this name sound so familiar?”

Fatty Wei scratched his head and began to think. It seems that Jing Zhe’s name is indeed not very famous in Jiangling. Even if someone has heard of it, it is just I just heard it, but I wasn’t impressed.

“Brother Wei, with such a common name, there must be many people with the same name as me. It’s not surprising that Brother Wei has heard of it.”

As long as Fatty Wei thought about it more, he could think of who Jing Zhe was, but at this time, Fatty Wei All his energy was focused on the poem Jing Zhe just told him, so he didn’t think deeply about Jing Zhe’s name.

Taking a step forward and facing the chattering crowd, Fatty Wei shouted proudly: “Get out of the way, I’m going to keep the calligraphy treasure!”

“…”

The crowd fell silent and turned to look this way.

…

It is important for people to be self-aware, and these intellectuals and scholars who talk nonsense are self-aware.

There will be three calligraphy poems left at the Peach Blossom Poetry Contest. Feng Mubai and Lin Wan’er promised to come, so the two of them will naturally take up two places, leaving only one spot left to compete for the last calligraphy treasure.

It is the dream of every scholar to leave a calligraphy masterpiece at a large poetry gathering, and these people are no exception. They don’t leave it now because they don’t dare, or they are not confident enough, so they are all waiting for Feng Mubai and Lin Waner. After writing, they then consider it again to see if their poem is better than other poems.

Even if the third poem is worse than the other two poems, it must not be too different, so that it can become famous – after all, everyone knows that no one can write better poems than Feng Mubai and Lin Waner.

But just as they were chatting and waiting, a voice they never expected exploded in the crowd. When they turned around and saw it, it was indeed Fatty Wei!

As for Jing Zhe beside Fatty Wei, they automatically ignored him – well, they looked at him a few more times. Who made Jing Zhe look so good-looking?

“Fat Wei, do you know what you are talking about?”

“Fat Wei, how dare you leave behind your limericks and calligraphy?”

“You really don’t show your face. When did you, Fatty Wei, learn this problem? Just you. “What to write?”

“Don’t stop him, let him write! I want to see what kind of calligraphy treasures Fatty Wei can leave behind. If he just talks but doesn’t write, he won’t be able to hold any poetry gatherings in Jiangling in the future. Let him participate!”

“Yes, yes, let him write!”

“…”

A group of people glared at Fatty Wei and shouted. Even the girls who usually didn’t look at him looked at him. Looked over.

When Fatty Wei saw this, he couldn’t help but feel a little confused.

He took a big step forward, held his head high and said, “I’ll write what I write, and get out of my way!”

“…”

Seeing Fatty Wei’s arrogant, domineering and arrogant appearance, everyone’s teeth were itching with anger, but They had nothing to do with him. After all, they had agreed to him, so they reluctantly stepped back to both sides to make way for him.

Fatty Wei walked in without hesitation, and came to the stone table with everyone’s attention. Then he picked up his pen. Perhaps this was the first time that Fatty Wei had been in such close contact with the stone table at a poetry meeting. He was a little excited and nervous, so he turned around. I want to take a look at Jing Zhe, hoping to find some encouragement from Jing Zhe.

It’s a pity that after he walked in, the crowd behind him automatically gathered and blocked the road long ago. Where can he see it?

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(End of this chapter)