The Internet celebrity participated in the role of Wolf Warrior, and the whole Internet scolded him

However, he felt that these few words did not really summarize his inner activities when he was painting.

His works, what he thought at the time, he knew very well.

Unfortunately, he is a painter, not a writer.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say, he only knew that the feeling of this poem was still a little bit worse.

Sun Wen's face turned a little ugly.

However, Feng Wangjiang's identity and status were not something he could question, so he could only shake his head and sighed: "Old Feng, articles are made naturally, and you can get them by chance."

"I see, let's wait."

"It just so happens that it's noon now, why don't we go to dinner first, let's drink some wine, maybe Wensi will spring up."

"It makes sense, makes sense!"

His words aroused the echo of several people.

Part of it was that they really wanted to drink.

Secondly, everyone is a little reluctant to write such a propositional poem on the spot all the time.

Even, I began to slander this old man for being too hypocritical...

At this moment, Wang Sichao said suddenly: "Boss, do you feel anything?"

"Your song is slow, and that blue and white porcelain song is very ancient."

"You should be very good at this kind of ancient poetry, right?"

Chapter 700

what?

Li Jiahang?

Wang Sichao's voice was not particularly loud, but in the silent art gallery, his words immediately attracted the attention of many people.

At that time, several elderly artists looked at each other and looked at each other.

"Who is Li Jiahang?"

"A new young poet?"

"Like...a movie star?"

"The name sounds familiar to me."

"Oh, I remembered that the photo of "Nirvana Angel" was taken of him."

"Oh, so that's what it is."

"No, no, that Li Jiahang is a singer. He wrote a song "Slow Voice" before, which has the charm of ancient words."

"is it?"

"I've never heard of it."

"How can this kind of star write any good poems, you don't know, they are all written by ghostwriters, and then put their names on it."

"Oh, so that's the case! Then I really don't know..."

A group of people chatted like no one else was there.

For a while, he didn't pay attention to what Wang Sichao and Li Jiahang were thinking.

After all, we are not in the same circle, and they are not chasing stars.

They didn't care who Li Jiahang was.

What they care about is whether they can write a poem to match the current painting!

but......

Wang Sichao couldn't help it when he heard that Sun Wen, the former poet, said that Li Jiahang was a celebrity.

"How do you speak?"

"What is name calling?"

"What evidence do you have?"

"Do you know that making random accusations without evidence is called slander?"

"you......"

"What are you, are you amazing? What poems have you written, what works have you produced, what awards have you won internationally, and when did you win glory for the country?"

At this time, Wang Sichao didn't leave any room for Sun Wen at all, and just came up with a few words like a cannonball, and Sun Wen was so speechless that he couldn't say a word.

After all, identities and status are different.

Even if Sun Wen has a small name in the literary circle, to Wang Sichao, he is a sour scholar, and he doesn't need to give him any face at all.

Li Jiahang felt dizzy for a while, and quickly reached out to stop him.

Fan Moumou also came out to be a peacemaker, and changed the topic: "Jiahang, after watching it for so long, you should have some ideas, tell me?"

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes fell on Li Jiahang.

Looking into their eyes, Li Jiahang understood what they meant.

Now if he can come up with a poem, there is no problem.

But if you can't say it, today's matter might be used to hype it up again.

Li Jiahang shook his head helplessly, took off his sunglasses, looked at the crowd, and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, my friend was rude, but I really didn't do anything famous."

Sun Wen snorted coldly, and just when he was about to say something, the painter Feng Wangjiang suddenly opened his mouth and said with a smile: "Are you really Li Jiahang?"

"Not bad, not bad, not bad, a hero comes out of a boy."

"I have listened to your songs and watched your movies. They are very good and interesting."

"Come on, why don't you try a song?"

Feng Wangjiang spends most of his time painting, but this does not mean that he is a rigid person.

In fact, he was a very fashionable old man.

He likes listening to music, watching movies, and reading books.

Moreover, he really likes the song "Slow Voice" by Li Jiahang. It has a soothing melody and beautiful lyrics, which is very good.

"Then I... will show my ugliness."

Originally, Li Jiahang didn't intend to do this kind of thing, but when he saw Sun Wen's mean expression and thought that the shock value was not enough, he simply decided to play a song!

Shock these hypocritical people and make yourself more shocked!

Chapter 701

The people present did not expect that Li Jiahang would say "Then I will make a fool of myself" so simply.

To be honest, this surprised them.

Although, there has always been an old saying that "articles are made by nature, but you can get them by accident".

However, this is based on literary literacy.

They didn't expect that Li Jiahang, a star in the entertainment industry, would actually want to compose a poem on the spot.

A trace of disdain flashed in Sun Wen's eyes, and his throat moved: "It's a bit self-aware. Everyone here is a master in the poetry world, and your poems are naturally a shame, but it's not a particularly shameful thing to make a shame here."

This voice is very dissonant.

What's even more disharmonious is that Sun Wen's next accusation!

"Today I really want to see and see."

"I heard that when Mr. Li Jiahang wrote with a slow voice, it only took ten minutes."

"Looking at the paintings for so long today, and hearing so much from the teachers, I think I have already prepared a draft in my heart."

Hearing this explosive remark, Fan Moumou frowned, but the other old men looked at the two with great interest.

Wen has no first, Wu has no second.

They don't mind arguing.

After all, words themselves have power, struggle, and emotion.

They like this atmosphere very much.

It might even stimulate their inspiration!

"you......"

"It's all right."

Li Jiahang shook his head, stopped Wang Sichao, then looked at Sun Wen, and smiled slightly: "You are not qualified to comment on whether I am making a fool of myself."

"What level I am, I know very well in my heart."

"I have a few catties and a few taels, and I know it very well."

"Showing ugliness is just self-effacing. Even if I am not self-effacing, what can I say to make you 'open your eyes'?"

A few words, loud and clear, everyone is smart, and Li Jiahang's implication can be heard immediately.

The first few sentences were mocking Sun Wen for not knowing how much he weighed, so he dared to provoke him!

The last two sentences are not only ironic, but also have another meaning!

Fan Moumou and Feng Wangjiang's eyes lit up.

Could it be that Li Jiahang has really thought up a poem?

Suddenly, there was some anticipation in their hearts.

"Open your eyes? It's ridiculous!" Sun Wenwen didn't like Li Jiahang at first, and he was even more angry at this time!

Why, a little star took away all the scenery as soon as he came out?

He, Sun Wen, studied at the age of three, and became a doctor of literature in his twenties, so he is full of knowledge!

He is not as good as an actor?

"Come here, I want to see what poems you can make!"

"Ah!"

"Do you think that writing poetry is such a simple matter?"

"Really, ridiculous!"

"Sun Wen!" Fan Moumou couldn't take it anymore, and couldn't help but yelled.

Feng Wangjiang also frowned, it's okay for young people to have a temper, they should be young and vigorous, but looking down on people like this is a bit boring.

Even if literati look down on each other, at least they should have the respect they deserve.

only......

At this moment, Li Jiahang smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of trails of people disappear. Lonely boat and hat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow."

No system help is required.

This poem has actually been circling in his mind all the time.

When he saw this painting before, he thought of this poem.

Now, it's more appropriate to say it naturally!

Five-character quatrains, a total of four sentences, just twenty characters.

After Li Jiahang finished speaking, Feng Wangjiang's eyes lit up!

This feeling... so right!

His mentality is such a mentality!

No one knows that he is not only lamenting the decline of literature and art, but also lamenting everything he has lost...