Chapter 988 You student, monkey spirit

What occasion is this?

This is the birthday party of the teacher's wife. Everyone wrote poems and lyrics to celebrate the birthday. !

Jokes and temper tantrums must be controlled!

Really unreasonable!

All the disciples were filled with righteous indignation and indignation at Zhu Pingan's actions. They expressed their indignation and contempt with their eyes and sighs.

but

What happened next made them even more indignant, and those who had a bad temper were going to be furious.

Because of Zhu Ping'an, he, he, he wrote three more words "Nai Ruo He".

So far, Zhu Pingan has written the first line of the poem "Congratulations to Mrs. Mu's Birthday": "Neihe Nai He Nai Ruo".

Everyone is going to blow up, Zhu Ping'an is too much, is this a birthday poem? It advertises "Happy Mother's Birthday", but it actually writes something like "Nai He Nai He Nai Ruo", full of negativity, decadence and disappointment, what kind of birthday celebration is this? poetry.

There was an uproar at the scene.

Mrs. Xu turned her head and glanced at Xu Jie. Xu Jie smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to cover his wife's hand, and rubbed it lightly twice.

"Zi Hou, what kind of birthday poem is this?" Xu Fan could hardly hold the cup in his hand.

"Happy birthday poem." Zhu Pingan replied solemnly.

Birthday poems? !

Bullshit!

Nai He Nai He Nai Ruo He, what kind of birthday celebration is this, this tone is clearly a curse poem, okay?

Everyone stood up for Xu Fan!

However, the sighs, dissatisfaction and indignation of the crowd did not affect Zhu Ping'an's performance. Amid the indignation of the crowd, Zhu Ping'an's performance was super stable. Well, I started a new line and wrote two more words.

yes

It is still the word "Naihe".

crazy.

Zhu Ping'an must be crazy.

You lunatic, are you going to ruin your teacher's birthday banquet? Everyone can't wait to stuff Zhu Ping'an's head into the inkstone at this moment!

Another "Naihe", Xu Fan was completely messed up.

Zhang Juzheng touched his chin with his right hand, frowned tightly, and looked at Zhu Pingan without blinking.

Among all the indignation and criticism, Zhu Pingan still had a smile on his face, holding the brush in his right hand and swiping it again, raising the brush to complete the second sentence.

"But it's raining today."

Although no more "Naihe" was written, the criticism and indignation of everyone towards Zhu Pingan did not weaken a bit.

Although you didn't write Naihe again, your line "Naihe is raining today" is still full of negativity, decadence and disappointment, and this is your birthday poem. The first line is "Naihe Naihe", the second sentence " But it's raining today", not to mention full of negativity and decadence, you have written half of this poem, but it has nothing to do with birthday celebrations at all.

Why!

Who is this?

Still smiling!

Your mentor treats you with such kindness as a mountain, do you just repay your mentor like this? ! If I were you, I would have hung the southeast branch by now to apologize to my teacher.

Everyone shook their heads, sighed and sighed, and the urge to stuff Zhu Ping'an's head into the inkstone became stronger.

After writing the second sentence, Zhu Ping'an dipped the brush in the ink again, and then moved the brush like flying again without stopping for a second, like a dragon riding the wind and waves, and a phoenix flying in the sky with the wind, and wrote the third poem in one breath come out:

"Torrential rain wishing my mother a birthday".

After Zhu Ping'an wrote this poem, there was a burst of surprise from everyone in the lobby.

"what?"

"This?"

"It seems a bit interesting."

After seeing Zhu Pingan's third sentence, everyone couldn't help being surprised in a low voice. As soon as the third sentence came out, the birthday poem seemed to be a bit interesting, and the negativity and decadence in the first two sentences seemed to be reduced a lot.

Although it is not as good as the birthday poems made by everyone, it finally looks like a birthday poem.

The indignation in everyone's hearts subsided a little, and when they looked at Zhu Ping'an again, they felt like they were looking back at the prodigal son. Although this prodigal son is still accomplishing nothing, unkempt, and unreliable, at least he is willing to turn around.

Before everyone's surprise disappeared, Zhu Ping'an once again dipped his pen in the ink and finished the last sentence of the whole poem in one go. When he finished the pen, he paused lightly and drew it back suddenly, just like a dragon wagging its tail or a phoenix spreading its wings!

At this point, the whole poem is on paper.

"Happy Mother's Birthday"

Nai He Nai He Nai Ruo He,

However, it is raining torrentially today.

Torrential rain wishing my mother a birthday,

Longevity is more than torrential rain.

Zhu Ping'an retracted his pen, and the hall was so quiet that he could hear a needle drop to the ground clearly.

Such a quiet atmosphere lasted for a full two seconds. After two seconds, the hall became lively like boiling water.

"Ah good!"

"This is the finishing touch! Great poem!"

"It turns out that you can still write birthday poems like this! Zhuangyuan Lang is indeed the number one scholar, and his skills in controlling words are really amazing."

"Hahaha, this poem is really full of twists and turns, soul-stirring, especially the finishing touch of the last line, instantly the whole poem is out of the ordinary, sublimated, it is really a rare birthday celebration masterpiece."

"Let me just say, my teacher treats Zhuangyuan Lang's kindness again, so how could Zhuangyuan Lang mess up at the teacher's mother's birthday banquet? Hehe, Zhuangyuan Lang is really a bold, humorous and talented man. He deliberately wrote birthday poems like this to add to the fun. "

After everyone came back to their senses, they all applauded.

Everyone is under Master Xu. At the beginning, I was just angry that Zhu Pingan, a junior, wrote "Nai He" at the teacher's mother's birthday party. I thought he was playing temper, petty, and ignorant. Now that the misunderstanding has been clarified , and this poem written by Zhu Ping'an is humorous, witty and wonderful. It is a rare good birthday poem, so everyone did not hesitate to praise them.

Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen are more salty than Rongyan.

The dull air in the room was instantly swept away, and the atmosphere was warm, reaching the climax of the entire banquet.

Both expected and unexpected, Zhang Juzheng looked at the birthday poem written by Zhu Pingan with a complicated expression. After a moment of silence, he clapped his hands with everyone.

"Haha, Zihou, you can do it."

Xu Fan smiled and came to Zhu Ping'an's side, and slapped Zhu Ping'an's shoulder vigorously, "Do you know, I was shocked just now. I was thinking, if my mother is angry, how should I intercede with you?" Woolen cloth."

"Thank you, brother, for your concern."

Zhu Ping'an cupped his hands to thank Xu Fan, then pointed to the teacup in Xu Fan's hand, and asked with a smile, "Hehe, have you finished your brother's tea? I wonder if Ping'an will be punished for the three glasses of wine that are late?"

"You are lucky, boy." Xu Fan shook the teacup in his hand, and the half cup of tea in it swirled with the cup.

"Hehe, thank you, brother." Zhu Pingan smiled and cupped his hands in thanks.

"Hehehe... You student, you are really a monkey. This whole show, I taught people to memorize his poems, and they can't forget them even if they want to..." In the first place, Mrs. Xu covered her lips with a handkerchief, He tilted his head and smiled and whispered to Xu Jie.

Xu Jie smiled and said nothing.

(end of this chapter)