Su Yunzi turned her head curiously: "Brother Xiaofeng, what is this going to do?"
"Although I haven't known Xiao Feng for a long time, I can't know his smile better."
Fan Wenliang said with a smile, "He is going to pretend, let's look forward to his performance."
Su Yunzi nodded seemingly understanding.
Chen Feng had already walked to the buffet table, took a glass of whiskey and poured it into his mouth.
After drinking one cup, he picked up another one.
After drinking one cup, he picked up another one.
Zhang Ziwen was puzzled: "What does this kid want to do?"
Wang Zheng put his hands around his chest and snorted disdainfully: "Who knows, maybe he wants to stop drinking and pretend to be crazy."
"Brother Wang, did you write that poem yourself?" Lu Hui asked curiously.
Wang Zheng's face changed.
Zhang Ziwen glared at him: "Do you still have to ask? With Brother Wang's knowledge, you don't need to copy other people's poems."
Wang Zheng's face was slightly better.
The next second, Zhang Ziwen's words made him almost vomit blood.
"I dare to use Brother Wang's character as a guarantee. If Brother Wang plagiarizes other people's poems, then his son is not his own."
Lu Hui also echoed: "Yes, brother Wang and sister-in-law are more likely to be green than your plagiarism. We all believe in you. That poem is definitely your original!"
"Hahaha, Brother Wang..." Zhang Ziwen stopped laughing, "Why don't you laugh with me?"
"Humph!"
Wang Zheng snorted coldly, his eyes kept on Chen Feng.
He counted clearly, this was already the eighth cup of wine Chen Feng had drunk.
He squinted his eyes halfway, and couldn't figure out what force Chen Feng contained in the gourd this time.
"If you want me to say, Wang Zheng must be innocent, and he can't copy a poem by a little boy."
"Then you mean, Mr. Fan wronged Wang Zheng?"
"From his back, it is indeed similar to the back of the poetry god by the East Lake."
"Do you think these two lines of poems can be written at his age?"
"How could it not be possible, how about he is the new poetic god of our Rongcheng?"
Just when everyone was talking about it.
Snapped!
The sound of a glass falling to the ground sounded crisply.
Chen Feng leaned lazily on the side of the dining table, his cheeks flushed slightly, his eyes blurred, and the corners of his mouth had a smile that seemed like nothing.
His deep gaze swept across the crowd lightly, and he said:
"Go to the east, the waves are exhausted, the eternal lover!"
Suddenly, the audience was silent.
Chen Feng picked up the wine glass, slurped and drank while chanting loudly.
"So to the west of the base, the humanity is, Three Kingdoms Zhou Lang Chibi!"
"..."
"Sentimental should laugh at me, Huafa was born early.
Life is like a dream, and a bottle is still lingering!"
Everyone present was dumbfounded.
"Good poetry."
"Really good."
Chen Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth, drank a long drink, and said as he walked:
"In the water between Guazhou, Jingkou, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me?"
"Looking at it horizontally, there are ridges and peaks, with different distances and heights.
I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, but I am in this mountain!"
"When you die, you know everything is empty, but you don't see Kyushu in sorrow.
Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, the family sacrifice never forgets to tell Nai Weng!"
"..."
One after another, the masterpieces of the ages are constantly being read from Chen Feng's mouth.
Snapped!
Snapped!
After Chen Feng drank the cup after cup of wine, he fell to the ground in a cool manner.
Scattered glass slag was thrown all over the floor, and a faint smell of alcohol permeated the entire box.
All people felt a little drunk, but it was not because they were drunk, but after hearing Chen Feng's poems, they couldn't help being intoxicated!
They have never heard of these poems.
But in just a few minutes, Chen Feng has recite no less than 20 poems.
Picking up any of these songs is a height that everyone in the room can't reach in this lifetime.
And this is just the beginning.
Chen Feng's poems are much more than these.
"The old man talks about being crazy about his youth, he leads yellow on the left, Qingcang on the right, Diaoqiu with brocade hat, Qianqi Juanpinggang..."
"It's so shallow on paper. If you want to know this, you must do it yourself..."
"Yelan lie down and listen to the wind and rain, the iron horse is glaring into a dream..."
"You must remember a good year, it is the orange, yellow, orange and green time..."
"..."
The expressions on the faces of everyone present were all dumbfounded.
"69, 70, 71..." Someone silently counted the poems that Chen Feng had read.
"You counted wrong, I counted to 85."
"That might be because I was too fascinated by it and missed a few songs."
"I haven't heard these poems before in the capital. Are they all made by this kid on the spot?"
"There were a hundred poems about Li Bai Doujiu in ancient times. Today, we are reincarnated in Rongcheng as a poetry fairy. It is simply the reincarnation of Li Bai!"
"Li Bai has already been named a poetry immortal. It is not good to call him a poetic immortal again. It is better to call him a poetic god, but he is as famous as Li Bai!"
Everyone was talking excitedly, and many people had already taken out their phones for video recording.
There are also short-hand recordings, following Chen Feng's speed, and recording all the poems he reads.
Chen Feng faintly curled his lips, watching the scene before him, the smile on the corners of his mouth was a bit cold.
The huge crystal chandelier above his head shot a dazzling light on him, reflecting his whole person like a god descending to the earth.
He walked slowly to Wang Zheng, took a sip of wine, raised his glass, and said loudly:
"Wait for idle knowledge to gain the east wind, the colorful flowers are always spring..."
"The panic head said panic, and sighed separately.
No one in life has died since ancient times, and keeps the loyalty and history..."
"I want to take the wind to return, and I fear Qiong Lou Yuyu, the heights are so cold, Qing Wu understands the shadow..."
"Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles away, clouds and moons, don't wait for a while, with a white head, empty and sad!..."
"..."
Wang Zheng stood blankly, not even daring to blink his eyes.
Every poem that Chen Feng read was like a blockbuster thrown in his ears. A "bang" exploded, instantly making him frightened and bloody.
Gradually, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, his face turned black for a while and red, and even his crotch was wet.
Someone could not help but exclaimed: "These are already one hundred and twenty-eight, Li Bai Doujiu's 100 poems, our new poetry god has surpassed Li Bai!"
"And the quality of each poem is no less than that of Li Bai!"
"It's so amazing, so amazing!"
"This child must be the reincarnation of Shixian!"
"I have no regrets when I witnessed the poetic demeanor today!"
Su Yunzi's eyes are full of little stars of worship.
"Brother Xiaofeng is so handsome, no wonder the fifth and seventh sisters are jealous for him every day."
She looked at Fan Wenliang: "Grandpa Fan..."
Before she could say anything, Su Yunzi saw Fan Wenliang's whole body trembling, even the flesh on both sides of her cheekbones was shaking, and tears overflowed in her eyes.
She asked curiously: "Grandpa Fan, are you okay?"