What is a cultural person? Those are people who are full of books and poems from the inside out.

　　 A well-informed person like Jiang Cheng has his own set of criteria for judging scholars. In his eyes, scholars have their own momentum.

　　 It can be said that Shen Hao is a scholar, and he is also the kind of scholar with good literary skills... Jiang Cheng really doesn't believe it.

　　 Even if Lianxiang sang the song called "Yijianmei", Jiang Cheng still didn't believe it so much. What if he copied it? It is not impossible.

　　 This is not a prejudice in Jiang Cheng's heart, but a habit of cognition. He is accustomed to seeing be real and hearing is not.

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

　　 "Shen Zongqi, the first time you met, you gave a poem to Sister Xiuyun. She is no worse than Sister Xiuyun, and she also gave her a poem!"

　　 chuckled softly, pulling Shen Hao's arm, leaning half of his body against Shen Hao.

　　 If this were changed in normal times, if any woman dared to tease him like this, he would have let them taste it, but today it won’t work. Just now Jiang Cheng couldn't help Shen Hao's reckless attitude towards this pitiful singer.

　　 "That's right, Shen Hao, if you have one, give her a poem, you are definitely not at a loss." Jiang Cheng also wanted to see if Shen Hao is really good at writing, and at the same time he said something.

"is it okay!"

Feeling the heat coming from Lianxiang's body and bewitching, Shen Hao subconsciously swallowed his saliva, yelled loudly in his heart, and quickly nodded in response: "Since the adults have said that there is no loss, there is no problem. idea?"

　　 "Can this be done? Mr. Shen is going to write now?!"

　　 Lian Xiang eyebrows beamed, she actually had some doubts whether "One Cut Plum" was really made 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. It was not based on her thoughts and what was it? !

　　 "Girl Lianxiang just said it, just one word."

　　Shen Hao is full of confidence. There are thousands of years of Chinese poetry and poems, why can't he cope with it? And Jiang Chengdu spoke, he has only now entered the door of others, this point of face must be given.

　　 "Hee hee, then I'll say it!"

"please."

　　 "Well...I like the lingering charm in "A Cut Plum" that you gave to Sister Xiuyun, or else, bother Shen Zongqi also gave me a poem with that lingering charm?"

　　 is similar to "One Cut Plum"?

　　 Shen Hao nodded, closing his eyes seemed to be conceiving, but in fact he was looking for the Kui Bao left by the ancestors of China in his head, and see if that song is suitable.

　　 Everyone in the field didn't make a sound. I have seen pigs run without eating pork. It is expected that Shen Hao is creating at this time, lest it be disturbed.

　　 A cup of tea, Shen Hao picked a song that he was quite satisfied with.

　　 opened his eyes, brewed some emotions, and then sang:

　　 "I live in Baijiangtou, and you live in Baijiangwei.

　　Thinking about you every day but not seeing you, drinking Baijiang water together.

　　 When will this water end? When will this hate be over.

　　 I only wish that your heart is like my heart,

　　 will definitely live up to love. "

　　 The first time Shen Hao was reading, and the second time he directly took the tune and sang it. Although Shen Hao's voice is average, but the intonation is good, so after singing a song with the addition of words, it sounds good.

　　 This kind of tune is just like that in the eyes of the big masters in the field. It sounds good or it sounds good, but it won't be so appetizing. But falling in the ears of Lianxiang singer is like a picture scroll, sad and melancholy and melancholy, almost subconsciously substituting himself into the situation of the woman in that word.

　　 I don't know if this phrase was written into Lianxiang's heart or she is a very emotional person, anyway, tears are already on Shen Hao's sing Lianxiang's delicate face.

　　 "Woo, Shen Zongqi, you are so bad, you made people cry!"

　　 chuckled 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. This seductive and pitiful temperament was not something that everyone could learn.

　　 Shen Hao shook his head to stabilize his mind, and said with a smile: "Girl Lianxiang should get up quickly, makeup is going to be spent."

"Humph!"

　　 Xiaofen fist hammered his chest, Lianxiang still sat up straight, and looked again, where there were any tears, and the makeup was not messy at all. Seeing the men around laughed.

　　 faintly glanced at the incomprehensible man next to him, Lian Xiang asked expectantly: "What's the name of this word?"

　　 ""Bu Suanzi·I live in Baijiangtou"." The name was changed by Shen Hao by one word. Otherwise, how to explain it if the original version of "Yangtze River" is used? This world does not have the name of the Yangtze River.

　　 "Ah? This name is so weird! What does Bu Suanzi mean?"

　　 "A kind of...the name of the cigar, I figured it out by myself. Don't talk about it, is Miss Lianxiang still satisfied with this word?"

"Yeah! I'm very satisfied, it's so beautiful and so nice! I think it's no worse than the "One Plum Cut" you gave to Sister Xiuyun, thank you Mr. Shen. Well, don't you mind if I try to play and sing now? It's a bit tricky. , Hee hee."

　　 "Shen has a good ear for listening."

　　Beauty’s piano song is naturally not comparable to a half-hearted person like Shen Hao, the piano sound is melodious, and a nice prelude is continued.

　　 "I live in Baijiangtou, and you live in Baijiangwei.

　　Thinking about you every day but not seeing you, drinking Baijiang water together..."

　　 When the same song is sung, there is a sense of nature ~lightnovelpub.net~ people can involuntarily appear in the brain following the notes, just like experiencing the inner ups and downs of a woman with a grievance.

At the end of the song, the applause is right. Jiang Cheng patted Shen Hao on the shoulder with emotion and said: "Unexpectedly, we Xuan Qingwei, who specializes in killing talents, really produced literati like you. Tsk tsk, this is a great thing, you have to help me grow a face in the future!"

　　 "You can do whatever you want, your lord."

　　 "Haha, okay, look at the wine, happy today, let's continue drinking!"

　　 Wang Jian: "......"

　　......

　　 The next day, Shen Hao shook his head and got up from the bed, put down a silver ticket next to the pillow, then got up and took a brief wash, and left Hong En Yard.

　　 Just arrived at the door, but unexpectedly saw Wang Jian, who was squatting on the side of the road, nibbling on a roasted sweet potato with a dismal expression.

　　 "Is there any more? Give me one."

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

　　 "Are you feeling any better?"

　　 "I still have a pain in my head. Why did you say that such a good wine made by the gods is so fierce? I almost vomited myself to death last night. Fortunately, I bought roasted sweet potatoes. Otherwise, I am afraid that I will be uncomfortable all day."

　　 "Well, roasted sweet potatoes are indeed suitable for raising the stomach after drinking. Let's go, go to the Thousand Households Office, there is still business to do today."

　　 "Good general banner."

As they walked, they gnawed the roasted sweet potatoes in their hands. They walked to the door of Qianhu Office and just finished gnawing. They patted off the residue from their hands. They showed their badges and went straight to the office of Qianhu Officer Jiang Cheng through the gate. .

　　......

　　 Ps: "Bu Shouzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River", author: Li Zhiyi; song: Teresa Teng version