Chen Zihan did not immediately answer, but asked Lu Ruorong, "What do you like most about West Lake?"
Lu Ruorong thought about it for a while, and then replied: "The city and nature are completely integrated, and there are countless historical legends that make people feel angry."
"Yeah, just because there are so many fascinating things, countless literati and poker people in history have never forgotten West Lake!"
"Which game do you want to play with me?" Lu Ruorong was still a little confused, "Don't halt my appetite!"
Chen Zihan stopped and pointed to the Kintai Bridge not far away, "Let’s take the West Lake as the theme, and see who can recite more poems related to the West Lake. If you chant a poem, you can take a step forward. Who will go first? Whoever goes to Kintai Bridge will win."
"Who is afraid of whom?" Lu Ruorong suddenly became interested, "I will definitely win. If I win, will you promise me one thing?"
"If you think there is a better bet, then you can also raise it!"
Lu Ruorong bit her lip and looked at Chen Zihan: "Then this bet, the person who loses promises to deal with one thing. If you lose, I want you to do something; if I lose, you can also ask me to do something."
Chen Zihan reminded: "That's it, no matter what!"
"Yes!" Lu Ruorong still agreed.
The two use rock paper scissors to decide who goes first.
As a result, Chen Zihan took out the scissors, and Lu Ruorong took out the cloth.
Chen Zihan comes first.
He started with Yang Wanli's masterpiece: "After all, in the middle of June in West Lake, the scenery is not the same as the four seasons..."
After reading it, I took a big step.
"Gushan Temple north of Jiating West, the water surface is flat and the clouds are low... The favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the green Yangyin is white sand dike." Lu Ruorong also took a step forward and stood with Chen Zihan.
"...I want to make West Lake better than Xizi..." Chen Zihan took another step.
"Outside the mountain outside the Qingshan Tower, when will the West Lake singing and dancing stop..." Lu Ruorong once again stood side by side with Chen Zihan, still looking at Chen Zihan provocatively.
"The West Lake will be good after the feasts, the wolf is still red..." Chen Zihan was interrupted by Lu Ruorong as soon as he spoke.
"This is a poem written by Ouyang Xiu for Yingzhou West Lake, not Qiantang West Lake, not counting."
"Okay!" Chen Zihan thought that this was indeed the case, and quickly thought about another poem.
"Southeast Xingsheng, Sanwu City, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times..." Chen Zihan thought of Liu Sanbian's masterpiece "Wang Haichao", and took another step forward.
"I couldn't leave Hangzhou, half of the lake is the lake," Lu Ruorong followed Chen Zihan's steps.
It was Chen Zihan's turn. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "I met in the West Lake in my dream. Who knows that the dream wakes up but blurs..."
Seeing Chen Zihan's thoughts for a long time, Lu Ruorong refused to comply: "Add a rule, you must chant within ten seconds, otherwise it won't count."
Chen Zihan looked depressed: "Isn't there no time to think?"
"If you think about next year, don't I have to wait until next year?"
"Okay!" Chen Zihan could only agree, but still teased: "It's not bad to wait until next year, and it's okay to wait until the end of the day."
"..." Lu Ruorong's face was slightly hot.
"I also borrowed West Lake grass with the people of last year..."
"Chang Kee used to work hand in hand, thousands of trees pressed, West Lake cold and green..."
…
After a dozen steps, the two were still standing side by side, but Chen Zihan was already sweating out of his forehead.
"Tianrong, the water color of the West Lake is good, and the clouds and things are fresh..."
After Lu Ruorong read another poem, he stood next to Chen Zihan again.
Chen Zihan couldn't think of any other poems about West Lake.
"The spring shirt is still like, Xiaoman needlework, once wet West Lake rain..."
Lu Ruorong surpassed Chen Zihan.
"I want to rely on this intention and report to Xihu Fengyuezhi..."
"The sunset of the remnant Xia shines on the West Lake, Huawu Pingting..."
Lu Ruorong had already left Chen Zihan behind for a long time.
Looking at Lu Ruorong, who was getting further and further away from him, Chen Zihan opened his mouth in surprise.
I really underestimated this woman.
He originally thought that later generations had watched many issues of "Chinese Poetry Conference", had participated in the show because of his foreign aid experience, entered the Hundreds League and played in the game and almost succeeded in attacking him, he could win Lu Ruorong anyway.
Unexpectedly, the end result was that I dug a hole and buried myself.
However, seeing Lu Ruorong's expression of excitement, he felt that today's game was really good.
He didn't think about the poems related to West Lake anymore, but quietly looked at Lu Ruorong who was away from him.
Lu Ruorong was still reciting poems one by one, because she was so far away that Chen Zihan would not hear her, so she shouted with her hands together.
In the dim night, Lu Ruorong's long flying hair and slender silhouette made Chen Zihan's heartbeat speed up.
People passing by stood watching curiously.
But Lu Ruorong ignored, she was completely immersed in this game.
How about becoming a landscape in the eyes of others
"Who made the Hangzhou song, the lotus ten miles and the three autumn seasons. The trees are ruthless and affect the sorrow of the Yangtze River," Lu Ruorong took a big step forward after reciting this poem, then turned around and shouted to Chen Zihan: "Chen Zihan, I won!"
Seeing her cheering look, many onlookers were moved by it.
This woman is so beautiful.
Chen Zihan ran to Lu Ruorong quickly, looking at her proud smiling face, his heart was extremely cheerful, "Congratulations on winning me!"
"It's you who underestimated me!"
"Yeah, I really underestimated you!" Chen Zihan looked at Lu Ruorong deeply, and then said softly: "I should send you a poem: There is a poem and book in your belly."
"What's the matter?" Lu Ruorong became more proud, "Just tell you, this girl is exquisite in all kinds of chess, piano, calligraphy and painting. During the summer vacation after graduating from high school, I can use my own writing to explain nearly a hundred poems."
"So amazing!" Chen Zihan looked surprised and full of curiosity, "Then when will you show me those poem explanations you wrote!"
"Let's talk about it later!" Lu Ruorong took the initiative to hold Chen Zihan's hand, and said with a little shyness: "Come on, so many people are watching, it's so embarrassing!"
Naturally, Chen Zihan wouldn't let him down, squeezed her hand and ran for a short while before stopping when he reached the broken bridge.
"You have lost, you have to promise me one thing!" As she stood down and panted, Lu Ruorong bit her lip and looked at Chen Zihan, "Don't be fooled!"
"Do you think I look like the kind of man who doesn't believe in words?" Chen Zihan stood with his back hand very domineering, "You can tell me what you want me to do."
After Lv Ruorong's beautiful big eyes rolled twice, he didn't immediately make a request.
"I haven't thought of it now. I will mention it when I think about it."
"Can you do this?"
"The winner makes the rules!" Lu Ruorong giggled, "When I think about making a request, I will talk about it. Anyway, I will not forget the bet today!"
(I once wrote two urban bestsellers in Chuangshi under the pen name of "Xianqing", namely "Urban Superboy" and "Urban Boy Doctor". I like this episode, if anyone thinks it’s familiar, don’t doubt it!)