Goddess of Art Transformation Project

Chapter 356 In fact, the poems can still be sung
Bai Hongru was a little helpless when he mentioned this. This Han Dapao has never been to school since he was a child, and he is a martial artist through and through. If it wasn't for Bai Hongru who pulled Han Dapao by himself, he might have to go to the Wenhui in the side yard to join in the fun.

But it’s fine to say that Han Dapao likes literature, but while Han Dapao likes literature, he can’t understand the style of literati, and he explodes at any point, which makes Bai Hongru feel helpless. There was a loud voice.

"Fart! I must rely on emotion to read poetry! If it depends on loud voice, what's the point? I've already been the champion!"

Mr. Han stared, poured himself another cup of tea angrily, drank several cups in a row before putting down the teapot, smacked his lips and said, "Old man Bai, your tea is not good! It smells like pine trees, what's wrong with pine trees?" Use? It’s better to drink some chrysanthemum tea to defeat the fire.”

Elder Zong looked at Bai Hongru who was so angry that he couldn't speak after a few words from Han Dapao, but he couldn't help but said to Han Dapao: "Dapao! You really need to change your temper. , You said that you are not fighting a war when you read a poem, and you listen to it when you are in a war, but you have to follow the rules of a literati when you read poetry, and you pay attention to seriousness when reading poetry!"

Elder Zong was a little helpless when he talked about Han Dapao's temper. If it weren't for Han Dapao's temper that offended some people back then, Han Dapao's influence would definitely be much stronger than it is now.

But also because of Han Dapao's temper, Zong Lao felt that it was right, and the friendship between the few people for decades was so deep.

At this moment, Elder Zong probably guessed what was going on inside. The old man Han was blowing his beard and staring inside. It would be strange for those who really read poetry to dare to read.When Han Dapao came out, he might have been kicked out by Old Man Bai's wife if he hadn't been kicked out by Sister Fang.

If Han Dapao is allowed to mix in it, the reading of poetry will probably not go on, but even though Elder Zong said so, he also knows that Han Dapao's problem may not be corrected. After all, he has been with him for half his life. But that's fine too, it's also refreshing to speak straight to the point.

"If it weren't for the fact that I really like this poem after hearing you two read it, I wouldn't be bothered to join in the fun!"

Speaking of the inside things, at this time when Chu Ci found out that Old Han was not so angry, Chu Ci couldn't help but lament that the old man is really a man with a clear mind, and he doesn't like to hide his thoughts, but it is also because of this that the old man can be so old Still so full of spirit.

Chu Ci just watched the three old men talk to each other, tasting the soft rosin in the cup, but it was a pleasure to relax.

It's just that Wu Changhe, who had been sitting below, hadn't interrupted before, and now he finally found a chance to speak.

"Mr. Han, how did you read that poem! I think Mr. Han must have been full of vigor when he read this poem."

Mr. Han was sitting there, looking at the original manuscript of the poem, that is, the handwriting of Chu Ci, and just wanted to sigh that this word looks good, at least in Mr. Han's opinion, it is much better than the copy in it, but Wu Changhe Speaking of reading poetry by himself, he stood up with the original manuscript, cleared his throat, and said in a serious manner.

"Then I'll read this poem to you, and you can appreciate how I read it."

Wu Changhe looked serious, pretending to listen respectfully, but Bai Hongru stretched out his hand and rubbed his ears at this moment, with a helpless expression on his face.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it?"

Chu Ci only felt that a sonorous and powerful voice, like a bell, reached his ears. The voice was full of arrogance, and it was like reading a euphemistic word like an oath, but the voice was really too loud.

"I want to go home with the wind." After reading this, Mr. Han probably liked this sentence very much. When he read it, he emphasized it a little bit, and couldn't help but waved the hand holding the manuscript, which made Bai Hongru almost get up in fright. Grab the manuscript.

The manuscript is just ordinary half-cooked rice paper, if it is torn, even if it is written again, it will have a different meaning from this one.

Chu Ci couldn't help sighing when he heard Mr. Han reading poetry. It's true that each person reads a poem, and everyone is different. However, literary works don't need to delve into the details. The poems were completed, but what Han Lao read was really beyond ordinary people.

At this moment, Chu Ci saw the goldfish in the fish tank that Mr. Han put on the table moved. Yang's grandfather, but he didn't expect Han Yang to look so gentle, and his own grandfather looked open and unrestrained.

At this time, Mr. Han had finished reading the poem and sat down. After sitting down, Mr. Han felt that he had read well. He looked at Mr. Bai and Mr. Zong with a look of pride, as if saying, come and praise me!I am ready.

Bai Hongru didn't know what to say at this time, but Elder Zong pointed at Chu Ci and said, "Da Pao, this word was written by this girl, let her read it to you and listen to it! You will know where you are wrong." gone."

Han Lao just wanted to refute when he heard what Zong Lao said, but when he saw Chu Ci's face that looked like Sister Yin, and Chu Ci's decent performance before, he didn't say anything else. Said it was already fired.

Chu Ci, who was sitting on the side, never thought that he was sitting on the side, why did this matter happen to him?If it is a normal reading of poems, it will be regarded as a face-saving for Mr. Han anyway, this is not what Chu Ci wants to do, and Chu Ci can't help but feel a little embarrassed.

But since Elder Zong said so, then Chuci can only read this poem out.

In the midst of the dilemma, Chu Ci's eyes suddenly lit up and said: "Mr. Zong, this poem can not only be read, but also sung. It would be a bit boring if you read it aloud normally, and the ordinary silk and bamboo orchestra is not suitable for your old man. Er, how about I sing this word and you keep commenting on it."

If another person told Elder Zong that this word could be sung, Elder Zong would probably just flick his sleeves and tell him to shut up, but the person who said this was Chu Ci, and Chu Ci was the person who wrote this poem, so Chu Ci Saying this will only make Zong Lao more interested.

"Sing it! Old man, let me appreciate how you can sing this word!"

Elder Zong couldn't help being very interested at this time, and even Elder Bai, Elder Han and Wu Changhe beside him also cast their eyes on Chu Ci, with interesting expressions on their faces.

Chu Ci stood up and straightened the hem of her skirt slightly, without hesitation, she sang a cappella directly.

There is no accompaniment of silk and bamboo orchestras, but the most essential voice is used to sing, but this singing is like a lotus weeping dew, without an orchestra, only a soft chant moves Zihuang.

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