Freelance Artist Chapter 320

Chapter 320 Baidi's Parting Poem!

Lin Zhibai just left.

As soon as Lin Zhibai left, this Poetry Conference was already full of chaos and grief. Even if it wasn't over yet, what else could we do next?

Write poetry?

Write words?

Baidi's unrestrained madness after drinking left such a large shadow over Yimei Garden. Whose poems can come out?

Even…

Even the poem before leaving is a murderous poem, destined to make countless literati in the poetry society unable to hold their heads up!

This word is too domineering!

The simple translation is:

I am the official in charge of mountains and rivers in the Heavenly Palace. The Emperor of Heaven endowed me with a wild and unruly personality. I have issued warrants to control the wind and rain many times, and I have played many times to keep the colorful clouds and borrow the moon.

I am free!

It is not an exaggeration to chant thousands of poems!

Drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!

Where can princes and generals be placed in my eyes?

Even if I am an official in the gorgeous Heavenly Palace, I am too lazy to go, I just want to plant plum blossoms and get drunk in Luoyang City, the capital of flowers!

Check it out!

Crazy to no end!

However, Lin Zhibai's performance today is qualified to be crazy. He recited poems while drinking. He and other literary leaders asked him to resolve grievances, but he didn't respond, just like the poem he read:

How many times have you ever looked at Hou Wang?

Not to mention the last two sentences, Yulou Jinque returned lazily, and drunk Luoyang with plum blossoms, which also fit the scene to the extreme. It is not only that the plum blossoms are everywhere in the leaning plum garden, but also that he is indeed drunk. It is the outskirts of Luocheng. Luoyang is the ancient name of Luocheng.

Jiang He's eyes were red.

Certainly not moved.

Mainly out of anger, what "I used to look at Hou Wang", you are a son of a top chaebol, and you are also in charge of Qinzhou No.

Huang Yulou is also autistic.

Looking at Jiang He with resentment.

If Jiang He, an old friend, hadn't promised to praise Ji Quantai today, would he have caused a show? But who would have thought that Baidi's talent and calligraphy would have reached such a level!

Yun Lan simply stopped talking.

Every choice she made today was wrong. Obviously, as long as she stood on Baidi's side, she could gain countless prestige for nothing, but she didn't have the courage and determination to seize the opportunity!

Fortunately.

Mrs. Zhao still has a bit of a big picture in her body, probably because of the sense of responsibility in the literary world, she still continued to host the poetry meeting after all.

Zhou Tai let himself go today.

Seeing Lin Zhibai leave, he immediately smiled and said: "Although Teacher Baidi has left, I think the poems he left behind are worth discussing more. For example, the poem he recited at the end is very good. Today's poetry will be the best!"

How dare you say it!

Someone snickered.

Someone boldly said: "I think the best one is "Bu Suanzi·Yongmei"."

After all, not all literati are today's villains. Some people just chose to be wise and keep their own lives, and they probably have the same mentality as Yun Lan. It's just that they were not forced to express their views by Jiang He and Huang Yulou like Yun Lan, but now Jiang He and the others were all dumb, but they dared to be a little bolder and comment on Baidi's works.

"It would be nice to have a drink!"

"My favorite is flying into plum blossoms and I can't see it!"

The Poetry Club was lively again, but the excitement belonged to those who hadn't targeted Baidi just now, and those who followed along and trampled on Baidi were ashamed to speak at the moment, and just lowered their heads and drank dull wine.

In process.

Zhou Tai also took out the only pen and ink left by Lin Zhibai today, and repeatedly admired it with several literati who had been silent before, and said happily: "Speaking of which, I also have a contribution to this work!"

"What credit do you have?"

"I studied ink for Baidi!" Zhou Taili said confidently.

Everyone laughed wildly, but with a smile, they became envious. If they had known that Baidi's calligraphy was so good, everyone would have been willing to study ink!

Internet broadcast room.

Netizens watched Baidi leaving the last poem and then left in a cool way. The screen was full of excited words, and they were all shocked!

"This back is handsome!"

"What is crushing!"

"From now on, please call Baidi the number one talented scholar in Qinzhou!"

"This was not sealed by Jiang He and Huang Yulou, it was sealed by us!"

"The last word is really too pretentious, I like it!"

"I didn't quite understand it, but I was shocked!"

"Hahaha, you don't need to understand it, as long as those literati understand it!"

"It probably means that I am a villain, and no one will take it seriously. I am not willing to go to the sky if I am called an official. You so-called literary figures still want me to accept an apology and give you face? There is no such thing! "

"It's about the same as what I understand!"

"What about the sunspots?"

"I'm still not used to it without their arguing."

"Sorry, I'm a sunspot, but I'm a fan now."

"Bai Di: I don't accept it!"

The live broadcast room is full of pleasant atmosphere!

Today's wave, Baidi can be said to attract countless fans!

All those who watched the live broadcast had to leave the word "service" in capital letters at the end. Baidi really broke the backs of all his opponents with his talent!

Lin Zhibai obviously left the poetry club, but found that a photographer was still following him to take pictures. He didn't bother to interrupt, so he walked out of Yimei Garden, went to the helicopter on the lawn, and put on his sunglasses again.

"You are?"

The photographer couldn't help asking.

Lin Zhibai smiled and said, "Waiting for a friend."

Although he left the poetry meeting, he forgot to say goodbye to Zhou Tai and Mrs. Zhao, so he had to wait in the helicopter for a while, and he couldn't pretend to be forced to go back again. That scene was somewhat embarrassing.

There are reporters guarding the door.

Seeing Lin Zhibai coming out, he wanted to interview like crazy, but was blocked by a group of staff, because strictly speaking, the poetry meeting is not over yet, and reporters should not disturb Teacher Baidi.

that's all.

Lin Zhibai spent half an hour playing with his mobile phone in the helicopter.

Until dusk came, the poetry meeting finally officially ended, and he saw that Jiang He and others had walked out of Yimei Garden.

Swish Swish Swish!

It was finally possible to conduct interviews freely, and the reporters gathered around. Of course, countless reporters rushed to Lin Zhibai's side. Don't look at these reporters squatting at the gate of Yimei Garden. They also watched the live broadcast on their mobile phones. Naturally, they know that this poetry competition How shocking it would be, so at this moment their performance is extremely crazy!

"Can everyone accept an interview?"

"Hello Chairman Jiang He, may I ask if you favor apprentice Ji Quantai?"

"Hello, President Huang Yulou, how do you comment on Teacher Baidi's poems?"

"Hello, President Yun, what do you think of the grievances between Teacher Baidi and the literary world?"

"May I ask if you are dissatisfied with Teacher Baidi's behavior today?"

Jiang He said "No comment" with a cold face, and left quickly.

Huang Yulou laughed and said, "Mr. Baidi's talent is certainly worthy of recognition. As for other things, don't ask me, everyone can have everyone's private opinion, right?"

Speaking of which, Huang Yulou also left quickly.

On the other hand, Yun Lan said a few more words during the interview, but they were all nonsense and official accents.

During the interview.

Mrs. Zhao received a warm welcome from the reporters!

"Netizens watched the live broadcast and said that Mr. Baidi is the number one talented person in Qinzhou. What do you think?"

"Of course, there is no doubt about it!"

Old lady Zhao was very sure, "After so many poetry conferences have been held, Baidi's performance is the most amazing!"

at the same time.

Zhou Tai was also welcomed!

Probably today Zhou Tai really fought hard to protect Baidi!

"You have obtained Teacher Baidi's calligraphy, and a rich man said on the Internet that he is willing to pay a high price to buy it. Would you consider selling it?"

"Won't."

Zhou Tai solemnly said: "This is a symbol of friendship between me and Baidi, and it will be my family heirloom from now on!"

Definitely not for sale!

This is the only calligraphy handed down by Baidi!

As for the pair of "several plum blossoms in the corner", of course Zhou Tai also carried it in his pocket.

But that handwriting is not good, Baidi was still clumsy at the time, everyone said it was "bad handwriting".

Just now at the end of the poetry meeting, some people even laughed and said, "What's the use of keeping the words "several plums in the corner of the wall", Zhou Tai smiled and said nothing.

What is the use?

In the future, when Baidi's calligraphy will be all kinds of tall and high-level, the bad characters of "several plums in the corner of the wall" will be very precious.

This is called the mind!

Lin Zhibai was of course entangled by countless reporters for a long time, with all kinds of questions, but he ignored it and walked towards Zhou Tai quickly.

"Brother Zhou, I'm going back."

"OK."

Zhou Tai smiled and said goodbye to Lin Zhibai.

Old lady Zhao walked towards Lin Zhibai, with a guilty expression on her face, she leaned into his ear and whispered: "I owe you today."

"Look at what you said."

Lin Zhibai smiled and said: "Zhou Tai is my friend, and you are like a respected teacher in my eyes."

"How can I be qualified to be your teacher?"

Old lady Zhao smiled wryly and shook her head, "It's a pity that I'm old. If we were young, we would have become friends or even bosom friends."

"If you don't mind, we are friends and bosom friends."

Old lady Zhao felt better, "That's not bad, let's just treat it as a friendship between us. Qinzhou is very big, but it's hard to find a confidant."

This sentence is mainly about everything that happened today.

When I was speaking for Baidi, some of my old friends obviously attended the poetry meeting, but they didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

"Old lady Zhao has a photoshoot."

At this time, the snow had not stopped, the setting sun dyed the sky and the earth yellow, and the wind was blowing on his face. Lin Zhibai looked at the old lady Zhao who had already grown a lot of gray hair, and knew that the other party was the real old-fashioned character and integrity. Literati, he suddenly said:

"Farewell today, I have a poem that I want to present to you."

"Poetry?"

The old lady Zhao was taken aback, and the reporters were even more excited, as if "poetry" was some kind of emotional trigger switch. In an instant, all guns and short guns were aimed at Lin Zhibai, and everyone's faces were full of expectation and excitement. !

This battle is good.

is conducive to the dissemination of this poem.

Lin Zhibai smiled secretly in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he said very formally: "The name of this poem is "Farewell to Zhao Ru"."

next moment.

Under the witness of countless reporters and during the shooting of countless shots, Lin Zhibai read out the farewell poem for Mrs. Zhao:

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun."

"The north wind blows geese and snow."

"Mo Chou has no confidant in the future."

"No one in the world knows the king!"

This is Lin Zhibai's return. No one in the world knows the king. Hearing this sentence, Mrs. Zhao's eyes turned red. After so many years in the literary world, she certainly knows what this poem means to herself!

And live.

Many literati who have not yet left have already pricked up their ears secretly after hearing that Baidi wanted to read a poem. As a result, when they heard the phrase "No one in the world knows the emperor", everyone's eyes turned red instantly, compared to Mrs. Zhao's eyes are even redder!

This is really jealous!

Even Yun Lan, who was still being interviewed, had red eyes, and she knew it was the feeling of going crazy with jealousy!

Because this poem is so amazing, especially the last line, it is destined that Mrs. Zhao's name will always be handed down along with this poem!

And the word "name" is what the literati seek all their lives and cannot escape!

The talent of the White Emperor!

Earth-shattering!

(end of this chapter)

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