Chapter 65 Sijun

What is a cultural person? Those are people who have read poetry and books and are bookish from the inside out.

A well-informed person like Jiang Cheng has long had his own set of criteria for judging scholars, and in his eyes, scholars have their own aura.

But to say that Shen Hao is a scholar, and Jiang Cheng, a scholar with great literary talent, really doesn't believe it.

Even if Lianxiang sang the lyrics of the song "Yijianmei", Jiang Cheng still didn't believe it. What if it was copied from? It is not impossible.

This is not a prejudice in Jiang Cheng's heart, but a habit of cognition. He is used to seeing is believing.

But there are some things in this world that are not necessarily true when you see them with your own eyes.

"Shen Zongqi, you sent a poem to sister Xiuyun the first time we met, she is no worse than sister Xiuyun, why don't you send a poem to her too!"

With a coquettish voice, she pulled Shen Hao's arm and leaned half of her body on Shen Hao's body.

If this was normal, any woman who dared to tease him like this would have let them have a taste of it, but not today. Shen Hao couldn't help Jiang Cheng's restrained attitude towards the Lianxiang singer just now.

"That's right, Shen Hao, if you have one, give her a poem, you're definitely worth it." Jiang Cheng also wanted to see if Shen Hao was really talented, and at the same time made a point.

"is it okay!"

Feeling the heat from Lianxiang's body and its seductiveness, Shen Hao swallowed subconsciously, shouted loudly in his heart, and quickly nodded in response: "Since the adults have said that it is not a loss, there is no problem. idea?"

"Is this still possible? Mr. Shen is planning to write it now?!"

Lianxiang's eyebrows brightened. She actually had some doubts about whether "Yijianmei" was really written by Shen Hao. After all, Shen Hao did not seem to have anything to do with "cultural people". But now Shen Hao actually asked her what "thoughts" she had, so what if it wasn't to write according to her thoughts? !

"Miss Lianxiang just say it, it's just a poem."

Shen Hao is full of confidence, China's thousands of years of poetry are stored there, what situation can't be dealt with? And Jiang Chengcheng has spoken, he has only entered the family now, and this face must be given.

"Hee hee, then I'll say it!"

"please."

"Well, I really like the charm in "One Cut Plum" that you gave to sister Xiuyun. Why don't you bother Shen Zongqi to give me a song with that charm?"

Is it similar to "One Cut Plum"?

Shen Hao nodded, closing his eyes as if he was conceiving, but in fact he was looking for the treasures left by the Chinese ancestors in his mind to see which song is suitable.

Everyone in the arena was silent. They had never eaten pork but had seen pigs running. It was expected that Shen Hao was creating at this time, so as not to disturb them.

In the effort of a cup of tea, Shen Hao picked out a song that he was quite satisfied with.

He opened his eyes, brewed his emotions, and then chanted:

"I live at the head of the Baijiang River, and you live at the end of the Baijiang River.

I miss you every day and don't see you, and drink the water of the Baijiang River together.

When will this water stop, when will this hatred end.

May your heart be like mine,

Will live up to lovesickness. "

Shen Hao read it the first time, but he sang it directly with the tune the second time. Although Shen Hao's voice is so-so, his intonation is still good, so after singing a song with the addition of words, it sounds pretty good.

This kind of melody is just the same in the eyes of the elders in the field. It sounds good, but it doesn't suit your appetite. However, falling into the ears of Lianxiang Diva is like a picture scroll, bleak and melancholy and melancholy, almost subconsciously substituting myself into the situation of the woman in the word.

I don't know whether this poem was written into Lianxiang's heart or she is a very emotional person, anyway, Lianxiang's delicate face was already covered with tears after Shen Hao sang the song.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

While making a fuss, she flung herself into Shen Hao's arms and wiped her tears. This green-waisted singer was much harder to resist than the Wen Xiuyun she had seen before. Not everyone could learn this seductive and pitiful temperament.

Shen Hao shook his head to stabilize his mind, and said with a smile: "Miss Lianxiang, you'd better get up quickly, your makeup is going to be spent."

"snort!"

Xiao Fen punched her chest with her fist, Lian Xiang still sat up straight, and looked again, there were no traces of tears, and her makeup was not messed up at all. The men around him laughed.

Glancing resentfully at the incomprehensible man beside her, Lianxiang asked expectantly: "What's the name of this poem?"

""Bu Suanzi·I live in Baijiangtou"." The name was changed by Shen Hao, otherwise, if the original version of "Yangtze River" is used, how can it be explained? There is no such place name as the Yangtze River in this world.

"Yeah? What a weird name! What does Bu Suanzi mean?"

"One kind. The name of the poem, I figured it out myself. Let's not talk about it, is Miss Lianxiang satisfied with this poem?"

"Yeah! I'm very satisfied, it's so beautiful and sounds so good! I don't think it's any worse than the "Yijianmei" you gave to sister Xiuyun, thank you Shen Zongqi. Well, don't you mind if I try to play and sing it now? I'm a bit itch ,whee."

"Ms. Shen is all ears."

The beauty's qin song is naturally not comparable to that of a half-baked person like Shen Hao, the sound of the qin is melodious, and there is a beautiful prelude to it.

"I live at the head of the Baijiang River, and you live at the end of the Baijiang River.

Thinking of you every day and seeing you, drink the water of the White River together."

When Poor Xiang sings the same song, there is a feeling like the sound of nature. Following the notes, people can involuntarily appear the pictures in the words in their minds, just like experiencing the inner ups and downs of a resentful woman.

At the end of the song, the applause was justified, and Jiang Cheng patted Shen Hao on the shoulder with emotion and said, "I didn't expect that a place like Xuanqingwei, which specializes in killing talents, would produce a literati like you. Tsk tsk, this is a great thing, it will help me grow my face in the future!"

"Just do as your lord orders."

"Haha, okay, look at the wine, I am happy today, let's continue to drink!"

Wang Jian: "."

The next day, Shen Hao got up from the bed shaking his head, put down a bank note by the pillow, got up and washed briefly, and left Hong En Yuan.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he was surprised to see Wang Jian squatting on the side of the road, eating a baked sweet potato with a dismal expression on his face.

"Is there any more? Give me one."

"General flag?! You got up so early? Here, there is one more, warm."

"Are you feeling better?"

"My head still hurts a bit. You said that the gods make such a good wine, why is it so fierce? I almost vomited myself to death last night. Fortunately, I bought roasted sweet potatoes. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be miserable all day long."

"Well, roasted sweet potatoes are indeed suitable for drinking and nourishing the stomach. Let's go, go to the Qianhusuo, we still have business to do today."

"Good flag."

As they walked, they gnawed on the roasted sweet potatoes in their hands. They walked to the door of the Qianhu office and just finished gnawing. They wiped off the residue on their hands. They flashed their waist cards and walked through the gate to the office of Jiang Cheng, the official of Qianhu. .

Ps: "Bu Suanzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River", Author: Li Zhiyi; Song: Teresa Teng Version