People are in love, Qingmei is actually a star observer

Chapter 73 The topic is going to explode again in this issue
Tong Ling also looked to the side and found that Wang Zihuan was touching his chin with his hand, looking like a thinker.

She leaned her body next to Wang Zihuan and whispered: "How about it? If you don't have anything original, let me tell you something, so that those people will have nothing to say."

Everything has its pros and cons. Fame not only brings light and glory, it also magnifies a person's behavior.Once you perform well, your praise will be doubled; however, once you do something bad, you will lose all your previous reputation, and someone may even add insult to injury.

Tong Ling understands this truth, so if Wang Zihuan doesn't come up with an original poem that amazes everyone when the whole audience is watching, he might as well let her say it. Although there will be some gossip, there will be nothing. Too serious impact.

As for what she can eat, it doesn't matter to her.

When Wang Zihuan heard this, he raised his head and smiled at Tong Ling, "Don't worry, I can handle it."

Seeing him look so calm and composed, Tong Ling finally felt relieved.

Of course Wang Zihuan was able to figure it out. In the ancient poetry database in the system mall, there were so many poems that fit the scene of this hotel that he didn't know which one to choose.

The price of ancient poems is a little more expensive than couplets, at 50 points.

After hesitating for a few more seconds, Wang Zihuan finally chose a song.

"My sentence is also original."

He stood up in front of the eyes of everyone present, used his actor's dialogue skills, and said emotionally:

"When you are drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams, pressing down on the galaxy."

The restaurant, which was originally a bit noisy, suddenly fell into silence, and you could hear a pin drop.

A picture suddenly appeared in everyone's mind.

Drunk and lying on the boat, I saw a world with bright stars, which seemed both illusion and reality, misty and blurred.I don’t know if the stars in the sky are reflected in the water, or if I am in a dream.

"Isn't this poem about the scene of our Galaxy Restaurant?" the marketing director said blankly.

"Wonderful, so wonderful." Zhuge Lang, president of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, couldn't help but exclaimed, "What a word 'drunk', so drunk that you can't be ordinary."

"The dream has no body, but it is said that the clear dream is full of ships. The dream is weightless, but it is expressed by the word "pressure". It can describe the hallucination so realistically."

Zhuge Lang couldn't control the excitement in his heart, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and the look on his face was both nervous and excited.Being able to hear the birth of such a beautiful poem with his own ears made him, a lover of ancient culture, not excited.

Tong Ling, who was next to Wang Zihuan, was also slightly absent-minded. She had never heard such a beautiful poem before, as if she was really immersed in the scene, and could see the stars in the sky reflected in the clear lake, and she was in the Milky Way. It's like being in a fairy tale world.

Several other female guests also looked at Wang Zihuan blankly with their eyes twinkling.Jiang Zi's mouth opened in an O shape, dumbfounded.

There was a wry smile on Zhang Yankang's lips.

"This little king seems to be not only profoundly accomplished in couplets, but also has an equally exaggerated talent in ancient poetry. The B-level contract originally offered really underestimated him." He thought.

Han Shaochen sighed deeply and seemed to have lost his fighting spirit.

The other members of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles were also shocked. Some of them didn't believe that this young man had any talent, but he was just lucky enough to get a few couplets. Now that this poem came out, they were completely shattered. idea.

Even in the history of China, this poem will have a place among the "most artistic poems".

What kind of concept is this, but it will be passed down through the ages!
And he was a witness present.

On the Shenxi Expressway, a nanny car was speeding along.

Yu Man sat behind the driver, with her two beautiful black legs folded together and leaning comfortably on the leather seat.

Her neat toes hooked on the high heels and swayed slightly, looking relaxed and leisurely.There is also a bottle of oriental tea with ice on the cup holder of the seat.

Many people are not used to this kind of drink, but it is Yu Man's favorite.

Ten years ago, when she was in her 10s, she scorned tea and drinks and wondered who would buy such things.

But now I am only used to drinking this kind of light tea.

"People will always become what they once hated." Yu Man sighed and said to the assistant in the front passenger seat: "Put down the TV and switch to the scene where they were recording."

She had an important meeting this afternoon, so she did not go to Xizhou with other members of the program team.

As soon as the meeting ended, she hurriedly got into the nanny car and rushed to the first scene.However, after relaxing for less than half an hour, Yu Man still couldn't sit still and decided to see what was going on now.

"Okay, Sister Man, please wait a moment." The assistant in her early 20s responded immediately.

Then the motor sounded, and the TV on the roof of the second row slowly lowered, while the privacy glass slowly rose.

Yu Man adjusted the backrest of the seat, kicked off his high heels, put his voluptuous legs on the leg rests, and continued to lie down.

She seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, so she reached out and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt.The white collar seemed to be freed from its restraints and fell messily to the sides.The ravine surrounded by black silk lace is finally exposed to the air. The peaks and mountains are so beautiful.

Unfortunately, only Yuman himself can appreciate this beautiful scenery.

On the black screen that lit up, a loading white circle appeared. It took about 30 seconds for the screen to appear.

The content played was a scene of Wang Zihuan and others just boarding the third floor of the ship. Members of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles gathered around Wang Zihuan and greeted him warmly.

"Huh? What's going on? What happened in Hongshan this morning?" Because she had been in a meeting, she didn't know about Wang Zihuan's feat in Yunhong Pavilion.

Next it was time for the program team to show the dishes to the guests. Seeing that several guests seemed to have doubts about the boiled cabbage in the Tianzi set meal, Yu Man couldn't help but shook his head.

"The boiled cabbage in this five-star hotel is different from the industrial flavor blended in small restaurants."

Once, the producer of a certain program invited her to dinner, and this was the dish at the banquet. After drinking it, Yu Man was astonished.

Soon it was time for each group to answer questions, and Jiang Zi composed an original song.Yu Man was a little surprised, but she felt it was reasonable. After all, she also knew Jiang Zi's identity.

"It seems that the second issue of "Sentimental Love" should be able to generate quite a buzz just by relying on Jiang Zi's poem." Yu Man smiled knowingly and was very satisfied with Jiang Zi's performance.

In a good mood, she picked up the bottle of Oriental tea and prepared to take a sip to soothe her throat. However, before she could unscrew the bottle cap, she noticed something was wrong.

Yu Man saw that everyone in the restaurant was focused on Wang Zihuan, as if they were waiting with bated breath for his answer.

As if affected by that atmosphere, Yu Man also held his breath.

The next moment, the top-notch stereo in the nanny's car played the phrase "When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars."

With a "pop" sound, the condensation water on the Oriental tea bottle dripped down Yuman's fair neck and slowly flowed down, but she was completely unaware of it.

There was only one thought left in her mind.

This topic is going to explode again!

(ps: I haven’t dared to read the comment section recently. I feel like there are a lot of people who should scold me for writing couplets and ancient poems. But today I finally finished posting this part. I am relieved, but I still plan to read the comments in two days. , otherwise I will be depressed for several days (laughs).)
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