The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Zheng Taifang couldn't help laughing. Several people like them graduated from prestigious universities, and they often get along with each other.

Han Bin mocked: "A person who graduated from high school and went to the construction site dares to talk about poetry, I really don't know how much it is!"

At this time, the old man said: "It seems that all the sons and brothers of the family have certain attainments in this area, so everyone uses this courtyard as the theme to describe the loneliness deep in the heart and the true feelings for the past. Everyone can participate. , the time limit is a quarter of an hour."

Immediately after clapping their hands, several people dressed as servants came out and handed the paper and pens to the people who were going to compete, obviously they were already ready.

Several people headed by Zheng Tai grabbed their pens, but Chen Zhong was the only one on his side.

Shi Yunlong was very ashamed and said: "Brother Zhong, I really want to help you, but I am studying science, and my literary talent is really not good."

"It's okay, I can come alone." Chen Zhong grabbed his pen and paced in the yard.

Loneliness - I have been with myself for too long, so that the feeling of this has become a lot lighter.

Suddenly seeing a yellow light in the next room, as if someone was waiting, I felt an unspeakable feeling in my heart.

Can't help asking: "Old man, is there anyone living in that room?"

The old man was surprised, shook his head and replied, "No."

"Oh... If there is a person in it, it must be very warm."

The others had already started writing, and quickly put down their pens, appearing confident.

"Second Young Master, Second Young Master..." Chen Dequan called.

Chen Zhong came back to his senses, walked back, and began to write.

When everything was done, the servants brought them to the old man, and immediately browsed them one by one.

"Everyone's poems are pretty good. I picked three and sorted them from low to high. This one is "Thoughts Alone After Drinking" by Hu Jianfeng——

The yard fell into darkness again

The wine sank into my stomach again

I sit against day and night
Life seems to be shaking

used to be like a dilapidated car
bumped my journey

It is constantly being repaired”

Zheng Tai's party nodded one after another, satisfied with what their own people had done.

"Jianfeng's little poem is very ingenious, with vivid metaphors."

"This time it's better than ever..."

Chen Zhong was surprised. The other party was indeed not an ignorant person, which was quite interesting.

The old man continued: "The second is Wang Shaonan's poem, "Untitled"—

Always been disturbed by an inexplicable sound
net in heartbeat frequency

the past is chasing me

don't stop and don't breathe

We fight each other like drunks

if i stop, there will be

flood of memories
Now the courtyard is full of moonlight

The quiet river is cool
I tremble when I step on my feet at night

But I can't relax.somewhere deep
there is loneliness hiding
it will be like lightning again

shining heart"

This time, it wasn't just Zheng Tai's side who praised it, even Shi Yunlong's expressions changed. This is a standard poem, full of artistic conception and imagination.

Everyone thought that Chen Zhongzhong had lost, which required a certain level of cultural background, and his study career was short after all.

The old man obviously recognized the literary talents of these people, so he couldn't help nodding his head and said: This No. 1 is "In Solitude Sweeping My Heart"——

Through the warm path to the past

The dusty world has been cleaned up

Lip traces of nostalgia left on the slate

Moss stretches in the shade

and her new house freshly painted
There will be a net of sunlight
can't help but plunge me into a frenzied silence
when loneliness sweeps my heart
in the middle of the night when my heart
When life can't comfort my heart
Her house lights must be on
i just need to stay for a while
Comfort and warmth can be reborn
Memories of my addiction to bivapin
Inject a delusional mirror image into
Some passing regrets and dreams
some hesitant words
still vividly staged

But, I want to listen to the past
I drink poison to quench my thirst

- heartbeat"

Everyone became quiet immediately, and the question was written to reflect the loneliness and past emotions.

But this person seems to have used it to the extreme, and one can't help but feel an unrelieved feeling in his heart.

"Who made this? Is it you, Young Master Zhang?"

The people on Zheng Tai's side asked each other, but they all shook their heads, and then all looked at Chen Ershao.

He is a wandering man who has worked on construction sites, so why should he write such poems?Literary talent overwhelmed them?
The old man said: "Congratulations to this Mr. Chen, your poem is very touching, it describes the scene in my courtyard, I believe that she in that room makes you worry about it."

Chen Chong sighed quietly, and his spirit relaxed a lot, as if a poem had consumed most of his energy.

Seeing the sentimentality emanating from his poems, some ladies of the family couldn't help being fascinated.

Zheng Tai said at this time: "This round was lucky for Chen Ershao to win, what is your third request?"

The old man said: "The third point, my yard was almost taken over by outsiders a few times in the past. I want to know if you have the ability to defend it?"

Han Bin said with a smile: "Old man, maybe you don't know the identity of our gentleman. He is the young master of the Zheng family, a top family. If he is unable to defend, then everyone present will not be able to defend."