"Brother-in-law, come closer..."
When Luo Qingzhou was about to read it, the girl lowered her eyebrows and eyes and spoke in a low voice.
After saying this, her face became even redder.
Luo Qingzhou knew that she was afraid of being heard by others, so he didn't think much about it. He walked a few steps closer and lowered his head beside her.
Song Ruyue, who was sitting next to him, glanced at him, moved her lips, but held back.
She pricked up her ears.
Tang Jiasong, who was standing two steps away, had a stiff face. Just as he was about to take a step closer to see Miss Qin's pretty face flushed with a blush and her delicate hands writing, Luo Qingzhou suddenly moved his feet sideways and pushed him outside with his back.
Tang Jiasong: “???”
Song Ruyue glanced at him and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.
"Brother-in-law, you can read now..."
Qin Weimo could feel the hot breath he exhaled falling on his face, which was so warm.
For some reason, whenever the young man came close to her, she felt as if her cold body was suddenly bathed in the warm sunshine, and felt extremely comfortable.
"All the flowers fade, only the blooming one remains..."
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and recited softly.
Qin Weimo came back to his senses, his eyes lit up, and he dipped his bare hands in ink, just as he was about to start writing, Luo Qingzhou quickly said, "Slow down."
Qin Weimo paused when he heard this, raised his head and looked at him in confusion.
Because the two were so close to each other, when they looked up, they were face to face, very close to each other.
Qin Weimo's eyes were as bright as water, and even her ears were red, but she did not move her pretty face and gaze away.
"Ahem..."
Song Ruyue on the side gritted her teeth and shouted, "Write quickly!"
Qin Weimo lowered his head and clenched the pen in his hand, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly.
Luo Qingzhou was thinking.
He recalled the scene in the courtyard in the evening, the plum blossoms in the setting sun, the beauty like a flower, and the melancholy eyes and words of Miss Qin II.
"Brother-in-law, tell me, this proud winter plum blossom survived the winter, but withered in the spring when all the flowers are in full bloom. Should we be happy or sad?"
Did she think of herself
Luo Qingzhou was in a trance for a moment, then he calmed down, his eyes flashed, and he whispered: "The wind and rain send spring away, and the flying snow welcomes spring..."
Qin Weimo put down his pen and drew lightly with his bare hands.
The small characters are graceful and restrained, with a graceful and beautiful temperament.
"Even though the cliff is a hundred feet of ice, the flowers are still beautiful."
The girl's hands trembled, and she continued to write.
Luo Qingzhou looked at her words, then glanced at her pretty face which was still blushing, and continued to read: "Pretty does not fight for spring, but only announces the arrival of spring."
The girl paused, raised her pen and dipped it in ink, then continued writing with her head down. Her eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, with a kind of silent beauty.
Song Ruyue, who was sitting next to her, had pressed her body tightly against her without her noticing, with her ears pricked up almost to her face, her eyes fixed on the brushstrokes she was writing on the snow-white rice paper.
"Brother-in-law...anything else?"
When the girl finished writing, her hands trembled slightly, her eyes still fixed on the tip of her pen.
Luo Qingzhou looked at her frail appearance and whispered the last sentence: "When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she will be smiling in the bushes."
The girl clenched the pen in her hand, was stunned for a few seconds, and then she put down the pen with trembling hands, her eyes gradually becoming misty.
She knew why her brother-in-law suddenly changed his words.
My brother-in-law must have thought of what she said in the courtyard before.
Those words were filled with depression, hesitation about the future, disappointment in oneself, and even despair...
And this poem by her brother-in-law was a response to her previous words and an encouragement to her.
Even though the cliffs are covered with hundreds of feet of ice, the plum blossoms still stand out in such a grand and cold winter, proudly standing tall and blooming beautifully...
"She is not beautiful enough to compete for spring, but only to announce the arrival of spring. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she smiles among the bushes."
Spring is here.
The world is filled with a soft and warm breath, and the cliffs are finally blooming with flowers, a gorgeous scene.
The plum blossoms, which once stood out in the cold winter snow, have no jealousy or desire to compete with each other. They quietly and peacefully hide in the blooming spring scenery...
It has its seasons.
Even though it is lonely, quiet and no one appreciates it, it is her world alone.
Her beauty embellished the paleness; her fragrance added the most beautiful breath to that lonely season...
That season is more beautiful because of her.
So, what's so sad about her
At least she existed, blossomed, was beautiful, was stronger than others, and deserved more praise...
"Let me see."
The girl was looking at the ink on the paper with tears in her eyes. Song Ruyue, who was standing beside her, grabbed the rice paper on the table and looked at it again.
“It has not been titled yet.”
Song Ruyue put the paper back on the table and said coldly, "Just write a name."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and heard what she was thinking: It's okay to write about me, I'm not afraid of becoming famous
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
Qin Weimo pondered for a moment, then wrote the title: Luo Mo.
Then, he wrote down the tune and title: Bu Suanzi·Ode to the Plum Blossom.
Then he raised his head and said softly, "Brother-in-law, is it okay?"
Luo Qingzhou took a look and nodded, "Okay."
Song Ruyue, who was standing by, frowned, her pretty face turned serious, and she sneered: "Luo Mo, Luo Mo... Hehe, do you think I'm blind or illiterate? Do you think I don't exist?"
Qin Weimo said softly, "Mother, what name should I write?"
Song Ruyue snorted coldly and turned away, "How should I know? Ask him."
Qin Weimo looked at Luo Qingzhou with a helpless look on his face.
Luo Qingzhou glanced at his unhappy mother-in-law, reached out his hand, took the pen from Miss Qin Er, crossed out the two words "Luo Mo", and wrote two more words in Miss Qin Er's handwriting: Yue Mo.
Song Ruyue glanced at him sideways, then turned her head and looked out the window, with the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.
Qin Weimo suppressed his smile, picked up the rice paper and said, "Mother, do you think this name is okay?"
"Hmph, whatever you want to write, it has nothing to do with me."
Song Ruyue said with a cold face, and immediately urged: "Hurry up and take it up, the time is almost up."
It seems as if he is afraid that they will change it again.
Zhu'er hurried over and reached out to take it.
Tang Jiasong, who was stopped by Luo Qingzhou, hurriedly asked, "Aunt Song, Miss Qin, can I take a look?"
Qin Weimo smiled slightly and handed him the rice paper generously.
Song Ruyue glanced at her with a flickering look in her eyes.
Tang Jiasong took it with both hands, lowered his head and looked at it carefully.
At first he had a sneer on his face, thinking that no matter what the poem was like, he would find faults in it and comment on it, but when he finished reading it, he suddenly fell silent.
"By the way, Jiasong, didn't you just say that you also wrote a poem? Here are some pens and ink, write it down quickly, we'll take a look first and then send it up."
Song Ruyue suddenly said with a smile on her face.
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, wondering in his heart: Why does this mother-in-law look a bit sinister? Why does she seem to be deliberately teasing and attacking this guy whom she calls "Jia Baoyu"
When Tang Jiasong heard this, his expression suddenly froze and his face turned red.
The muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched, and he lowered his head, returned the poem in his hand, and said with embarrassment: "Aunt Song, I... I just suddenly remembered that poem, and it still has some flaws, so I won't show it to you for the time being..."
Zhu'er took the rice paper from his hand and walked quickly towards the courtesan who was collecting the works on the stage.
"oh."
Song Ruyue said "Oh" and didn't force it anymore. She still smiled and said, "It's okay. When you have revised it, just write it to me."
Tang Jiasong's face was stiff, he didn't dare to look up, he cupped his hands and said, "Well, Jiasong will definitely work hard to revise it."
Unexpectedly, Song Ruyue added, "Don't worry, just revise it slowly. I believe that with your talent, Jiasong, the work you revise will definitely be better than the one written by my useless son-in-law. Humph, this kid just didn't even think about it for a moment, didn't even write a draft, and just read it out in one breath without changing a single word. He simply doesn't have the slightest respect for the work! Compared with you, Jiasong, there is a huge gap!"
After these words came out, Tang Jiasong's face became even more rigid, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times. He was immediately ashamed and dared not stay any longer. He quickly bowed and said with a red face: "Song...Aunt Song, um, I have a friend over there. I'll go say hello first and come over later."
Song Ruyue smiled and said, "Go ahead. There will be a second round later. I believe you can come up with a better poem."
Tang Jiasong didn't dare to say anything else. His face flushed and he hurried away.
After he walked away, the smile on Song Ruyue's face gradually disappeared and her expression darkened.
Qin Weimo glanced at her and asked in confusion, "Mother, you... you seem to suddenly dislike that Mr. Tang?"
Song Ruyue rolled her eyes when she heard this: "What do you mean I suddenly don't like that Mr. Tang? Have I ever liked him?"
Qin Weimo was stunned for a moment, and said weakly: "My mother was still praising him yesterday..."
Song Ruyue snorted coldly and said angrily: "I didn't! You heard it wrong!"
Qin Weimo: “…”
After a while, Song Ruyue said coldly, "That guy is not good, Weimo, don't see him again, and don't talk to him again. Humph, your Aunt Zhang is unreliable. The guy she introduced is not only from a poor family, but also likes to brag. And he looks sneaky, and he doesn't look like a good person at first glance."
Qin Weimo heard this and looked curious: "Mother, what is going on with Mr. Tang?"
Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes and said, "The look in his eyes, his demeanor, his temperament. Let me tell you, I've seen many people who like to put on airs. They say one thing in front of you and another behind your back. They appear to be good people on the surface, but they do all kinds of bad things in secret. I didn't like him the moment I saw him today. This is my intuition. My intuition is always right. Don't worry, I won't push you into this fire pit."
Luo Qingzhou was listening nearby, and thought to himself that this mother-in-law was quite capable and not just a narcissistic and arrogant stupid woman.
Qin Weimo suddenly blinked and whispered, "Mother, can you tell what my brother-in-law is? What kind of person do you think my brother-in-law is?"
Song Ruyue snorted coldly, glanced at the boy next to her, rolled her eyes, and said only two words: "Idiot!"
Qin Weimo bit her pink lips, chuckled softly, and glanced at the young man next to her. Her beautiful eyes were filled with ripples, and she didn't dare to speak again.
Not long.
The voice of the courtesan Mai Yi suddenly rang out from the stage: "Dear guests, please be quiet. The result of the first poetry contest has come out. However, for the sake of fairness and to convince everyone, the rankings of the top three works have not yet been finalized. After I read out these three works, you can comment on them. If you feel that the rankings are inappropriate, the seniors will discuss and comment again."
As soon as these words were spoken, the hall, which had been noisy just now, immediately became quiet.
The oiran held three pieces of rice paper in her hand, smiled coquettishly, and looked at the first one first.
Everyone in the audience held their breath, their eyes burning, secretly hoping that their own works would be among them.
Qin Weimo was not worried at all.
She turned her head and looked at the boy beside her. Her eyes moved and she asked in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, does it look good?"
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to retract his gaze from the stage and said to her, "It doesn't look good."
Qin Weimo showed a playful look at the corner of his mouth, as if smiling: "Weimo is asking about... Weimo himself. Brother-in-law, do you think Weimo is not good-looking?"
Before Luo Qingzhou could answer, a "cough cough" sound suddenly came from the side.
Song Ruyue glared at him with a cold face.
Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to say anything else.
At this time, the courtesan on the stage had already begun to recite the first piece.
"Yongmei."