You still have to be low-key in life, don't flirt with girls who are not your own, and don't pretend to be forced if you are not yourself.
Seeing the young man surnamed Wu's face turn blue and white, embarrassing and cancer-like, Li Yi felt extremely happy in his heart.
I can't even compose a Qixi poem, how dare I pretend to be here
Although Li Yi couldn't do it himself...but he can copy it!
After coming here for so long, he has almost read all the books in the village. Not to mention that although the people in Liuye Village are not educated, they have snatched a full range of books, which is enough for him to fully understand the world.
Of course there are poems in this world, but they are far less prosperous than his original world, such as Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Shi and Liu Yong... Those literary giants who have survived through the ages in previous lives are naturally not found in this world. Li Yi can Feel free to be a plagiarism dog without worrying about being discovered.
Tanabata words
Li Yi may not be able to memorize many poems, but he is still very impressed with the poem that has been handed down through the ages and has almost become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.
What's more, there are so many books in my head that haven't been developed and utilized. If I randomly pick out a book with 10,000 songs of Song Ci, I'm afraid that just using Qixi Ci can kill people...
"I don't have enough talent and learning, so I won't make a fool of myself." The young man surnamed Wu looked stiff, and after glancing at Li Yi, he said, "I think the new uncle is good at things like reciting poems and making Fu..."
Li Yi glanced at Wu Ying indifferently, not bothering to talk to him at all.
Less talented
It's really shameless to use such words to describe yourself. If this guy knows how to write his name, Li Yi will count him as a well-read poet.
Even though he is illiterate, he insists on pretending to be a big-tailed wolf. This kind of person is disgusting!
"It just so happens that I have a Qixi poem that fits the occasion in my heart, do you have the ink?" Li Yi looked at Liu Yu with a smile and said.
He is now slowly getting used to speaking in this tone, the polite tone, combined with his handsome appearance, he really looks like a scholar.
This polite look is not comparable to those rough guys who only know how to dance well. The girls in the village are used to heavy tastes, and occasionally change to something fresh, and it is inevitable that there will be a kind of eye-catching look. Feel.
The girls looked at him and thought about Wu Ying and the others. They felt that they were all raised by their mothers and fathers. How could there be such a big gap between people...
"There are pens and inks on Qiaolou." The woman named Liu Yu said with a smile.
The young man surnamed Wu and others tragically acted as the background. Seeing that hateful guy go up to the Qiaolou surrounded by all the girls, he didn't even pay attention to them, and his sense of existence broke the lower limit.
"I'd like to see what he can write!" Wu Ying followed with a gloomy face.
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"Uncle..."
Xiaohuan was making arrangements on Qiaolou, and when she looked up and saw Li Yi coming up, she hurried over.
Liu Yu glanced at Qiaolou, frowned, and said, "There are pens and ink here, but the paper seems to be used up..."
There is no place where paper is used in the village on weekdays, and almost all the accumulated paper has been turned into sky lanterns. Liu Yu realized this when she walked up.
"Grandpa, write it on here." Xiaohuan knew that Liu Yu and the others had just asked Grandpa to write Qixi Ci, and when they ran over, they took their own sky lanterns by the way.
"Little girl, you have a lot of eyes." When Liu Yu came over with a pen and ink, she happened to see Xiaohuan graciously offering her own sky lantern, and said with a smile.
This girl, I'm afraid she had such a plan in her heart just now.
Seen through, Xiaohuan smiled a little embarrassedly, took the brush and ink obediently, handed the brush to Li Yi, and studied the ink by herself.
One side of the praying lantern is the meeting of magpies painted by Li Yi. He turned to the blank space on the other side, and after a little thought, he finally wrote.
Magpie bridge fairy.
When Li Yi wrote these three words, Xiaohuan's face changed.
Liu Yu and the other women were a little farther away. After looking at them, there was some disbelief in their eyes, and their lips moved, but they didn't say anything after all.
Of course, it's not because of Li Yi's prodigious literary talents, and the fact that he put down his pen to scare ghosts and gods. Just the three words "Magpie Bridge Immortal" convinced them. It's really because Li Yi's words... are so distinctive!
Although they don't know many characters, they can tell whether the characters are well written or not.
Li Yi wrote unhurriedly on the side, but the girls were thinking about other things in their hearts.
He looks so handsome, and he can make such paintings, how can the words he writes...
There is an old saying, "No gold is pure, no man is perfect", the ancients are sincere and do not deceive themselves!
At this time, the one with the most complicated mood is of course Xiaohuan.
The little girl who originally thought carefully and wanted my uncle to write a poem on her sky lantern, now can only look at those crooked lines and want to cry without tears.
If she had known that my uncle's handwriting was not as good-looking as his paintings, she would not have ran home to fetch her sky lantern even if she died. That painting was so good, it is so good now, it is all destroyed...
After writing the last sentence, Li Yi put down his pen and checked it. There were no typos, and then he nodded in satisfaction.
Although it is uncomfortable to write on the open praying lantern, it is not a serious problem. Anyway, he does not know how to write brush characters. Compared with ordinary scholars, these characters are a bit ugly, but they are still eye-catching, at least can tell.
There are quite a few calligraphy books in his head, but he is not so quick to learn, and it is impossible to step from the novice village to the master level immediately.
Moreover, when his identity, his body, his face and even the world he lives in become strange, the familiar handwriting can always make the soul find some sense of belonging.
Therefore, the handwriting that looks unattractive to others is so pleasing to the eye in Li Yi's eyes.
When I turned my head to look, I found that the little girl's face had collapsed, and the other girls also looked at him with weird eyes, and they couldn't help asking with some doubts: "What's wrong?"
At this time, I saw a soft and weak girl who looked a bit bookish, who had been standing behind Liu Yu, stepped forward a few steps, ignoring Li Yi's words that looked like a dog crawling, and then looked at the words on the sky lantern. , her beautiful eyes involuntarily lit up slightly, and she couldn't help but read out.
"The slender clouds make a coincidence, and the flying stars spread hatred... The silver man is far and dark." The tone paused, and then continued: "When the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless people in the world..."
"Tenderness is like water, the wedding is like a dream, and I can endure the magpie bridge to return. If the two loves, if the two loves last for a long time..." When reading this, the girl's eyes had already appeared a little amazed, and then became blurred, After being silent for a long time, he read the next sentence: "If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the same day and night..."
The girl's surname is Qin, and her grandfather is Mr. Qin who used to teach in the school. He was taught by Mr. Qin since he was a child, and he has a lot of poetry and prose.
When she started to read the words and phrases, the room was already quiet. Although the girls did not understand poetry, and they could not even read, but they were able to write poetry, which was already very powerful in their opinion. Moreover, although they did not understand , but Qin Qing understands, judging from her expression, she can also guess that this Qixi poem written by Li Yi should be good.
The young man surnamed Wu, who was blocked by them and wanted to say a few derogatory words after Li Yi finished writing, searched his guts and couldn't think of any words. Seeing the intoxicated expression of the girl surnamed Qin and the reactions of the girls, With a cold snort, he turned around and went down Qiaolou.