The opening sign to a mother-in-law of the richest man

Chen Feng and everyone present followed their reputation.

A young man walked up to Chen Feng with a straight face, and repeated his words angrily: "This poem was not written by you at all!"

Everyone was stunned.

"Such a good poem is actually plagiarized?"

"I said, how could he have such literary attainments at a young age?"

"Too shameless, too much!"

"Such rubbish is absolutely not eligible to enter our Chengdu Writers Association!"

Chen Feng smiled bitterly when he heard everyone's comments.

Xin said, this poem was not originally written by me.

He explained this to Fan Lao and everyone present, but they just didn't believe it.

"I just explained it, I just recite..."

A word was not finished yet, but the young man's next words made Chen Feng laugh and cry.

"This poem was written by my teacher. You are embezzling his work and pretending to be forced here. You are insulting literature!"

"Your teacher?" Chen Feng laughed.

Dongpo Jushi was born in 1037 and was a figure in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the young man in front of him looks about his age. How could Su Shi become his teacher?

"Yes!" The boy nodded firmly.

"Handsome guy, you don't pretend to be like that these days. You pretend to be too much."

Chen Feng whispered to the boy's ear and finished speaking.

Then he raised his head and asked loudly: "Then I will ask you one more question, is your teacher's surname Su?"

"No."

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

No, then it's okay!

Originally, this young man spoke aggressively, with a demonstrable appearance. He thought he was really different from the others here and knew the existence of Su Shi.

Since his teacher's surname is not Su, Chen Feng is so forced, he can continue to pretend.

Chen Feng looked at the young man, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

The young man took a step back subconsciously, held his head high, and said triumphantly: "My teacher's surname is Deng, is there a problem?"

"No problem, handsome guy, don't be nervous."

Chen Feng asked the boy: "Since you said that this poem was written by your teacher and I copied it, does your teacher have any other poems written by us that are unknown to us?"

The boy lowered his head and looked at the toe of the shoe: "It should be gone."

"Well, since there is only the one just now."

Chen Feng looked at the white-haired old man and said with a faint smile: "Senior, I suddenly became a poem and I want to write another poem. I wonder if you will give this opportunity?"

The white-haired old man nodded repeatedly: "Okay!"

"Thank you senior."

Chen Feng nodded slightly, his eyes swept across the crowd, then turned his back, facing East Lake, standing with one hand.

A gust of wind blew along the shore of the lake, twirling broken hair, blowing up clothes, causing many girls on the shore to scream and scream.

"The eyes of the spring are silent and the stream flows, the shade of the trees shines on the water and the water loves the softness..."

"The sound of firecrackers is a year old, the spring breeze sends warmth to Tusu..."

"When I die, I know everything is empty, but I don't see the same thing in Kyushu..."

"..."

The masterpieces of Ming poetry since the Song Dynasty rushed into Chen Feng's mind like a flood.

He could recite before, but he could not recite;

What he has read, what he has not read;

It's all coming now.

Chen Feng suddenly thought of the reward for signing in to the system last night.

Could it be possible that this system allowed one to become a great writer and steal the works of literati since the Song Dynasty?

This, Chen Feng wanted to cry without tears.

System, system, if you really can’t make it up, don’t give this skill and steal the works of the predecessors to pretend that their coffin board will not be able to hold it down!

"Didn't you just say you want to write a poem? Why are you stunned again?"

"forgotten?"

"You don't understand, this is brewing emotion."

Everyone talked a lot.

The teenager sneered: "If you really can't make it, don't stand there and pretend to be a waste of everyone's time."

Chen Feng took back the gods.

The corner of the mouth is slightly hooked.

The man pretended not to be casual,

Just pretend not to be a man!

But at this time.

Forced in front of me, I have to pretend!

Seniors, sorry!

"The wild cattail is boundless and the water is boundless,

The lotus blooms at night and the wind dew fragrance.

I gradually see the light coming out of Yuansi,

Wait for the moonlight to see the lake."

Happiness!

There was thunderous applause.

"It's another good poem!"

"Even if the poetry immortal Li Bai is present, he should not be so graceful!"

"With such talent, there is no need to copy other people's poems!"

"Although I have liked to write poems for more than 20 years, I still do not write as good as his two poems. I am really ashamed!"

After memorizing another Su Shi's poem.

Chen Feng turned around and looked at the boy: "Is this poem written by your teacher?"

The face of the teenager is even more ugly than pig liver.

He hesitated and shook his head: "No, it's not..."

Chen Feng chuckled: "Then I'll ask you again, did your teacher write the previous song "The First Sunny After the Drinking Lake"?"

"This..." The boy lowered his head, afraid to look into Chen Feng's eyes.

The smile on Chen Feng’s face is even greater: "Well, since you still refuse to tell the truth, then I will write another poem. If I finish this poem, you are still determined that I copied your teacher, then I will Recognize as your father on the spot!"

The young man bowed his head silently.

The white-haired old man stood up, patted Chen Feng on the shoulder, and coughed: "This is not necessary."

"Why?" Chen Feng chuckled, "Since he doubts me, then I have to prove it to him."

"I mean the sentence after you."

The white-haired old man looked at the young man: "He is my grandson, Fan Tong."

Chen Feng held back a smile: "Good name."

"I got it."

This is not surprising.

Fan Tong glared at Chen Feng, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

The white-haired old man smiled: "He is young and ignorant. You don't have to worry about him. He is still in high school and should be about the same age as your girlfriend."

Chen Feng wondered: "My girlfriend?"

The white-haired old man smiled and looked at Su Xinyao: "I can see it all, young man, you don't have to cover up, I don't object to the young man falling in love."

Su Xinyao walked to Chen Feng's side and poked out half of her head shyly.

"Grandpa, I'm the fiancee of Brother Xiaofeng."

"Fiancee?" The white-haired old man nodded repeatedly, "Yes, you guys and women look good, I am very optimistic about you pair."

As he said, he looked at Chen Feng: "Oh, yes, young man, don't you know what your name is?"

"Chen Feng."

"Chen Feng, then I will call you Xiaofeng from now on."

Fan Tong felt very upset when he saw the match between the two chatting.

"Grandpa, do you really believe that he wrote those poems himself? I don't believe he has such a high level."

The white-haired old man glared at him: "It wasn't Xiao Feng who wrote it. Could it be you can still write it?"

"Just when we met, you were so partial to him." Fan Tong refused.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Senior, your grandson is really cute."

"Cut, you can pretend to be a grandson better than a grandson." Fan Tong snorted coldly.

The white-haired old man smiled: "Xiao Feng, take your girlfriend to my house. I happen to have a granddaughter who is a Chinese teacher. She usually likes to study poetry. She must be happy if you go."