I’m Really a Superstar

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Everyone took their seats.

Each finds his own place.

Zhang Ye walked to a small table in the back and said, "Teacher Su."

"Awesome, Teacher Zhang, these poems of yours shocked the whole audience." Su Na laughed and said, she is not a rigid person, and she doesn't usually look like a teacher from Peking University. She should smile when she should talk, "I have a I have to ask you for help."

Zhang Ye sat down and said, "You tell me."

Su Na said: "You have to give me your first couplet."

Zhang Ye spread his hands and said, "Principal Wu took them all away. Go find her and ask for them."

"Then you agreed? If you agree, I will go. Anyway, Principal Wu likes poetry and is not very interested in couplets, but my dad likes them." Su Na said.

Zhang Ye smiled and said: "Send it to Uncle Su? That's okay, no problem."

Su Na said cheerfully: "Then it's settled, it's interesting enough."

At this time, Master Zhou over there moved around, his eyes fell on Zhang Ye, and he waved: "Young man, haha, come and sit at the main table."

main table?

Everyone was stunned

The people at the main table are all masters, and ordinary calligraphers are not qualified to sit on them.

Master Wei also invited: "Yes, young man, come here, you are qualified to sit here."

How could Zhang Ye go? He immediately said: "Thank you, masters, for looking up to me, but I don't dare to blame you. I really won't go."

Wu Zeqing said: "He can sit wherever he wants and we can eat."

A calligrapher about forty years old was so curious that he asked: "Old Wu, where did you know such a person? We have never heard of him. Does anyone know him?"

"I do not know."

"First time meeting him."

Others also looked at Zhang Ye frequently.

Wu Zeqing smiled slightly, "You must know him. As for who it is, let me tell you first. Aren't everyone hungry? Then I can use my chopsticks first?"

ah?

Do we all know each other? No way

Master Zhou laughed, "Yes, let's eat first.

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Mr. Feng, who had participated in the competition before, said: "Xiao Wu, don't say anything. You have to give me that song "Poppy Poppy", otherwise you won't get a gift from me."

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "Teacher Feng is so popular."

Mr. Feng snorted, "I have lost to a junior, and I have lost all my face. What if I can't get any benefits? That's it, it's settled. That word is mine."

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "I'll think about it."

Mr. Feng glared, "What are you thinking about? You have tricked us old guys. We haven't even settled the accounts with you yet. If I had known that your little teammate's poems were amazing and his calligraphy was not bad, we would be better than Damn it." They really lost unjustly this time, and they all lost on their literary attainments.

Wu Zeqing said helplessly: "Okay, okay, "Poppy" is yours."

Mr. Feng took a sip of wine with satisfaction and said, "That's pretty much it."

At the beginning, Mr. Wang also said: "That song "Jin Se" is mine."

"I want that "Qingming", haha, I like this kind of unlucky poem. Old Wu, you have to give up this one. I will write you another calligraphy later, and we will exchange it." Another calligrapher Also spoke.

In a short while, Zhang Ye had finished dividing all the poems he had written before, and Wu Zeqing had not left any of them.

It is common for calligraphers to exchange calligraphy and painting, not to mention that these are original poems written by Zhang Ye for the first time and are valuable for collection. Who knows what achievements that young man will have in the future? If he becomes a master in the future, the value of these poems will surely be dozens or hundreds of times higher.

Chen Mo, who was sitting at the third table, listened to the conversation at the main table with a dark face. When he saw that Zhang Ye's poems were so popular, he frowned more and more.

A young man secretly said: "Wu Zeqing is leading people to cause trouble."

Another young man also said: "It's too much. This is our teacher's birthday. Not only did he win the lottery that the teacher wanted, but he also slapped so many teachers in the face. What does he want?"

The first young man said: "Brother, you have to vent your anger on the old man."

These are all disciples of Master Wei.

Chen Mo's face was determined and he whispered: "Look at me."

The banquet is open.

The second session has also begun.

Someone came over there and said, "Master Wei, I'd like to toast you."

Another young person came, "Sister Wu, happy birthday."

Several people came up first and took out the birthday gifts they had prepared. Some gave Master Wei an inkstone, and some gave Wu Zeqing a scroll of calligraphy and painting.

one

five...

ten

More and more people came forward to wish me birthday.

Master Wei and Wu Zeqing returned with a full load and collected a lot of things.

"Master Wei, this is my humble work. I wish you a long life."

"Thank you, you are considerate."

Suddenly, one of Master Wei's most valued disciples stood up. Chen Mo walked towards the chair and said with a smile: "Teacher, once you are a teacher, you are always a father. Thank you for your careful teaching over the years. I know you lack nothing. I can’t give you anything good. The only thing I can give you is the calligraphy skills I have cultivated under your guidance over the years. Today I want to write something on the spot to give you. Please test my learning results. "

He's quite good at talking.

Master Wei stroked his beard, nodded and smiled: "Well, this gift is to my liking."

Master Zhou was also very interested and ordered people to place pens, inks, paper and inkstones. The desk was in the middle so that everyone could see it, including the people eating upstairs who were leaning against the window.

"Xiao Mo wants to write calligraphy?"

"Let's see."

"Xiao Mo is the most talented among Master Wei's disciples."

Everyone around them put down their chopsticks and looked at the excitement over there with smiles.

Chen Mo picked up the pen, closed his eyes and rested for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes and put the pen on the rice paper. He was holding a small brush, maybe he wanted to write a long poem?

Zhang Ye also looked over.

"What a good word."

"As expected of Master Wei's disciple."

"No worse than the young man with sunglasses just now."

Everyone on the sidelines praised him one after another, and several other disciples of Master Wei were also standing by to cheer him up.

But when I finished writing a line, someone suddenly let out a hiccup, and then my heart jumped. This...

It is actually a Yuefu poem. This poetry style is still rare, and no one has ever seen this Yuefu poem. It was obviously composed by Chen Mo himself. The difficulty of creating Yuefu poems is much more difficult than that of ancient poems. First of all, it is not It’s common. Secondly, it’s difficult to master. It’s too difficult to write well. This requires a deep foundation in ancient culture. I wonder if Chen Mo has been preparing for a long time. This skill really amazed everyone.

Master Zhou congratulated: "Old Wei, someone has inherited your mantle."

Master Wei smiled and said, "Xiao Mo is still far from good."

"Is it far worse? I can't see it, he will definitely be better than you in the future, haha." Master Zhou and Master Wei are old friends, and it is commonplace to call him out.

The poem is very long.

A Yuefu poem is finished.

But when everyone took a closer look at the content of the poem, everyone was shocked

Chen Mo's Yuefu poem actually tells a story about a man who had always been unsuccessful in ancient times. He wanted to obtain fame, but his wife blocked it and wanted him to do business. The man refused, but his wife relied on her good family background to start a business. He managed the affairs of the family in public, but as a result, all the family property was ruined, and the two had to live on the street. In the end, the man got the honors and became a high official. From then on, the wife stopped making mistakes and obeyed her husband's words. During this period, the article also quoted Kong Shengwei's saying that it is difficult to raise a woman with a villain.

The story is general, it just writes about feudal things. As for the moral, there is no moral at all. It seems to be about Chen Mo himself. Men must stick to their own ideals and goals and cannot listen to women. However, if this story were placed on other occasions, it would be fine, but if placed on today's occasion, it would be a problem, and it is a big problem. Today is not only Master Wei's birthday, but also Wu Zeqing's birthday.

What do you mean?

Are only women and villains difficult to raise?

Women shouldn’t be exposed? Should I just follow my husband and raise my children?

Make a story about a woman who knows nothing and still gets a wife based on her husband’s worth? Who are you knocking? What is Principal Wu’s identity? You dared to arrange it?

Chen Mo put down his pen and said, "I've finished writing."

The atmosphere suddenly solidified. There were not many fools present.

Master Wei's face darkened at first and said, "Presumptuous"

Master Zhou stopped praising Chen Mo, frowned, and glanced at Wu Zeqing.

Wu Zeqing smiled lightly and said nothing.

Su Na gave up and stood up, "Who are you calling Chen?"

A female family member of a calligrapher also said angrily: "Who said that women are inferior to men and still write about feudal ideas in this society?"

Another woman said: "What Yuefu poem is this that makes us women useless? What do you mean, Xiao Mo looks down on women so much?"

Chen Moyu smiled and said: "I don't mean anything else, it's just a Yuefu poem. Some words are quoted. They were not said by me. I just imitated the writing style of the ancients.

A group of women chirped and scolded him, and they couldn't stand listening anymore.

Chen Mo didn't care. He knew that he would offend many people today, but he didn't care. The only person he respected was Master Wei. Wu Zeqing also made his teacher lose face. As a disciple, of course Chen Mo had to regain face for his teacher. He I think Master Wei's silence doesn't mean he's not angry, so Chen Mo wrote this article just to get back some of the face he lost before. He can't let you, Wu Zeqing, drift away after winning the game, winning face, and winning the lottery. It's gone. No matter what happens, I'll make you lose some face.

Contest?

They can't compare to Zhang Ye

But now it’s not a literary competition, Chen Mo is the one to blame

Zhang Ye looked at Chen Mo and the Yuefu poem and got really angry. Before, a bunch of gentlemen bullied Wu Zeqing, but Zhang Ye didn't get angry because he knew that no one meant to bully him, but Chen Mo The meaning of an article will be different when it is written. It is clear that I want to embarrass Wu Zeqing. It is clear that I am changing directions to find trouble.

bastard

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