Jia Huan was dissatisfied with Lin Xinyuan's practice and baked on the fire, but now he could not get away.

The host of the banquet, Liu Guoshan, said to Jia Huan, "This friend has invited, has not yet asked for a name."

Jia Huan politely saluted, “In the lower Jiahuan, read at home.”He is a good friend with Brother Lin.Thank you for the hospitality of Liu's predecessors today."

Jasper said this very politely.Liu Guoshan smiled, “Well said, well said.The saint said: "The morning hears the word, and the night will die."Since Lin Ziming said that Brother Jia has great talent, I will wait for Brother Jia to taste good poetry first, then borrow poetry to drink wine and drink."

Many children together said, “That’s it.”The atmosphere is warm.They are all great readers who don’t like to watch the fun.

At this time, Chen Jiayun, wearing a green shirt, sneered, "The child with hair, also dare to say poetry."“A thousand words?”He is a hearing, can the people who can be invited to the teacher, the family will be bad?Jia Huan and the son of the big businessman Jia Lin Xin good, should be a kind of people, the family rich.This makes him particularly upset.

Some students laughed and said, “Why should Chen be cynical?”The first Tang four Jie Luo Bin king 7 years old to do "pupper goose" poetry, today know Jia Xiaoyou can not write poetry?And listen to it.”

Chen Jiayun is famous in his classmates, and he likes the two poems of the Du Ministry: Zhumen wine smells of meat, and the road has frozen bones.But he who is in the good land of the family, he will not be pleased.

Chen Jiayun laughed, “King Luo Bin has not come out of one in this millennium.”The three talents of the Ming Dynasty were relieved, Yang Shen, Xu Wei, and each of them, Bo Gutong, with great talent, and did not see any early young people.If your friend Jia wants to recite the Li Du psalm, don't take it out."

Someone else laughed and said, “Otherwise, the former courtier Yan Song, entered the county school at the age of nine, and the ten-year-old won the reputation of the show.”

I trust.Can you have fun playing!Chen Jiayun questioned Jia Huan's momentum and was interrupted by his classmates, and his face turned red.

Jia Huan also saw that although the Chen classmate had won the child, he was also the best at today's party, but his popularity was not good.

Of course, the rich second-generation Lin students around Jia Huan also did not see where to go.

Although Chen Jiayunla's hatred was interrupted by his classmates, Jia Huan still felt uncomfortable with contempt.He was originally a calm adult, but at this time just drank two cups of jade spring wine, the wine poured up, tit-for-tat said:

This friend Chen invited.Down there while it is young.I also heard Mr. Han Changli say: There is a succession in the knowledge, the industry has a specialization, that is all.There is no reason for age.”

Say it, chanting: "Li Du's psalm is not fresh so far.There are people in Jiangshan generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years!”

After a few seconds of silence, the box broke out with applause.

“All right!”

“All right!”

“Good poetry!”

Liu Guoshan said, “It’s good.It should be.Tang Shi Song has been written to the extreme, written to the end.But Jiangshan has talent, and they have led the way for hundreds of years.My friend Gaocai, I'm not as good as him."

Joe nodded his head lightly.Jia Huan has such an atmosphere at a young age, and it is very rare to export.

Just now, the son of the man named Hija Huan and Yan Song was called Xu Yinglang, and the word was Wenqian, and then he smiled and said, “Good poetry.”I’m just waiting to hear from my friend Jia.Take the pen.”

Chen Jiayun laughed and stared at Jia Huan.

Lin Xinyuan around Jia Huan was sneered and stared at Chen Jiayun: Do you still be crazy?

Jia Huan took the pen and paper from the maid's handi-down and set up a pen on the wine table.Next to Joe Rusong read: "Look at the palace in the sea doll feeling."The east wind is full of light, and the mist is empty and the moon corridor.Only fear that the night will go to sleep, so the candles will be burned with red makeup.”

“Good poetry!”All the children here are knowledgeable.Take a test poem.Rhymes, in words, these are the basics.Who is not familiar with the "class", "rhythm lesson", "the training of the lipstick", "the man on the rhyme"?If it is not a heavy article, there are many people who carry the words of Tang poetry and Song.

It is natural that Jia Huan took Su Yi's 撏海桠 out of this su-ho tang.A "fear" word is written to appreciate the mood of flowers: that kind of wild, free, drunken, flower friend, loneliness and so on, are not enough.

If Jia Huan is how old, a group of children are afraid to ask him: Who is the sea-tang?In the midst of the flowers, you can see.Who looks at flowers at night?The beauty of the beautiful people is correct.

The child in the same seat poured a glass of wine for Jia Huan, Jia Huan picked up and drank, his head floated, and asked Chen Jiayun, "The eight-year-old boy made a poem, and asked Chen friends to take out your poems."

This is a back-up face.

The men present were funny.These two poems have already shown their strength.The whole game, no problem.Mr. Chen is self-inflicted.Of course, no one expected that 8-year-old children would be so good!

Chen Jiayun's face is depressed, which is a little bad.Although he has poetry, how can he compare with this kind of copycat?

Lin Xinyuan drank wine and laughed, “Just now, I heard Chen students talk about it, why is it dumb now?”The ugly woman eventually wants to see her mother-in-law.Take it out, and let your fellow students taste the poems you are proud of every day.”

Joe shook his head.Lin Ziming spoke with sharperness.

Chen Jiayun gave it to the shelf, only to take out a Pingmei poem he had prepared, "red crease open all over the buds, for who to get rid of people's gaunt."When the ice is covered with snow, then plan the twilight meeting of the small garden."

Xu Yinglang read the poem of Chen Jiayun.A few people cheered.It's really good.And Lin Xin is far from being unpopular, and no one helps him ridicule Chen Jiayun.

Some people laugh: "A hymn, a yin plum, can be considered a good work."However, this poem by Chen's classmates seems to have the meaning of Feng Feng Feng, and it is written to the poetry girl you admire in the past."

“Oh, hey!”The people laughed again.The Fang Department's flower-queu poetry year 15, famous in Beijing, exclusive.Where are these children born for a while?I’ve seen her singing far away.The beautiful people dance, can make Han Dynasty fly swallows wrong.

Putting the poems of Jia Huan's Yonghaitang and Chen Jiayun's poems together to say good works is obviously nonsense.

Jia Huan's wine surging, shushing his eyes, looking at the long-faced Chen Jiayun.Originally, things could have been exposed, but Jia Huan's first breath in his heart had not yet finished, and forced to punch his face: "It's coincidental."I also have a hymn word.

I want to ask Jiang Mei to be a little thinner, just look at the sad dress.麝篝衾冷惜余縏

But it is cold and long-term bamboo, so it is good to teach spring not to open the door.The bottom of the school book.”

This is a word for “sand.”From the famous Qing Dynasty songwriter: Naran Rongru, all the favorite objects in the text, the most necessary to copy poetry.A sentence "if life is only like the first time, what autumn wind sad painting fan" laid his position in Chinese literary history.

Twenty-four-year-olds gather words, also known as "drinking water words".Died at thirty.Time people cloud: "The family is competing to sing the "drinking water word", how many people know Nalan's heart?"You can see the influence of the word.

Wang Wei, the master of the study of the four major countries of the Republic of China, commented: If Naran Rong has a natural vision and a natural tongue, this has not been dyed in the Central Plains, so it can be true, since the Northern Song Dynasty, it is only one person.

Tang Song's Words.The master of the national studies, Wang Wei, said, "Since the Northern Song Dynasty, there has been only one person."This is a very high assessment.

Jia Huan and drink, the first sentence "want to ask Jiang Mei to lose a little", the laughter suddenly stopped, silent, each looking at Jia Huan, holding their breath to listen, witness the birth of the masterpiece.

A child sitting next to Jia Huan constantly poured wine for Jia Huan: the high-class taixiang.A glass of wine and a poem.It floats like a feng shut!

Jia Huan's current decoration is undoubtedly extremely rough, the technical content is very low, Nalan Rong's words spelled, naturally inconventuous and unfavorable.But please don't blame him.Where has he been really happy since he crossed over to Jiafu?

As for the little ass of Bao Yu, he really did not slap him on his face when he was in junior high school, and his name was written upside down.Stupid with Nima - a virtue of the second generation.Is the earth around you?Come on, who's afraid of whom?

Wang Xifeng was always looking for trouble.If it is not her identity to protect, it is really necessary to scold a dog blood.What is a “reader’s thing, you know a few questions”?It’s not deep enough, it doesn’t hurt enough!

As for Mrs. Wang's practice, if it was his boss, he had already smashed the resignation letter on her face.Let them force you.Love how, brother is not waiting!

And Jia mother, to kneel on the kowtork, please.If the chairman of his company forced him to kneel, Piff was angry, blood splashed five steps, you believe it?Your father's!

“The bottom of the school book.”Jia Huan read the last sentence, pointing to the long-faced green shirt child Chen Jiayun, said with a clear point, said: "Please do not put your inferior level of poetry and my ... works together."thanks!”

Chen Jiayun's face suddenly turned blue.But no one sympathized with him.He made a bad bet for this friend.What else can I do?

“Brother Lin, let’s go.”Jia Huanqiang filled the outfit, finished his face, and helped Lin Xin to get out of the box.

In the box, the children are silent.

...

Lin Xinyuan helped Jia Huan out of the drunken fairy building.Zhao Guoji and Qian Huo are around.Jia Huan was already walking, but his mind was still awake, and he said, “Uncle, you go and hire a carriage to take us back.”I said a few words to Brother Lin.

Lin Xinyuan smiled and said, “Brother Jia Gaocai, admire it below!”I owe it to my brother Jia.”

Jia Huan shook his head, "I have a problem, Brother Lin and these children are not dealing with, why do you still come to today's party?"

Lin Xinyuan's smile on his face was slightly sluggish, and then he smiled bitterly: "Brother Jia, it is really difficult to say!"

Jia Huan raised his hand and stopped: “Then don’t say it.”Hopefully not next time.Say goodbye to that.”

He wasn’t interested in hearing a man talk.People like Lin Xinyuan can not be friends.Today he was just roasted on the fire.Of course, he wouldn’t turn his face with him.Gentleman, without evil.But then they would alienate him.

Lin Xin hurriedly chased Jia Huan and said, “Brother Jia, Brother Jia, please listen to the next word.”There was a change in my house.I don't want to lose face in front of my classmates."

He was standing in the shade of the roadside and looked at Lin Xinyuan.Wait for Zhao Guoji to hire a car.

At this time, his mind was thinking of the beautiful shadow he had encountered in the rouge shop.It looks like Lin Xinyuan's sister or sister.His memory is a little vague now.

He had forgotten the beautiful girl's posture and temperament.

However, Jia Huan could not do the things that covet Lin Xinyuan's sister or sister, and Lin Xinyuan continued to interact.In business things, he can accept the virtual and the snake, and cheat me.But even in life.

And Lin Xin was far from salty and chatting a few words, Jia Huan sat in the carriage hired by Zhao Guoji and returned to Jiafu.

His current state is not suitable for dealing with the old fox Lu Chengji to sell novels.

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In the winter of Yongzhi in the winter of 8 years, Jia Huan's three poems began to circulate on a small scale in Beijing.Soon after, it spread out among the teachers.