Chapter 105

"Brother-in-law, come closer..."

When Luo Qingzhou was about to read, the girl lowered her eyebrows and eyes and whispered.

After speaking, her face became redder.

Luo Qingzhou knew that she was afraid of being heard by others, so he didn't think much about it, walked a few steps closer, and lowered his head beside her.

Song Ruyue, who was sitting next to her, glanced at her, moved her lips, but still held back.

She pricked up her ears.

Tang Jiasong, who was standing two steps away, had a stiff face. He was about to raise his feet to get closer to see Miss Qin's pretty face flushed and her jade hands writing, when Luo Qingzhou suddenly moved his feet sideways and directly pushed him outside with his back.

Tang Jiasong: "???"

Song Ruyue glanced at her, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

"Brother-in-law, you can read..."

Qin Weimo could feel the hot air he exhaled, falling on his face, so warm.

For some reason, whenever this young man approached her, she felt her cold body suddenly bathed in the warm sunshine, which was particularly comfortable.

"All the flowers fall, only Xuanyan is left..."

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and whispered.

Qin Weimo came back to his senses, his eyes lit up, and he dipped his bare hands in ink, just as he was about to write, Luo Qingzhou hurriedly said: "Slow down."

Qin Weimo paused after hearing this, raised his head, and looked at him in confusion.

Because the two were too close, when he raised his head, they were facing each other, close at hand.

Qin Weimo's eyes were like water, and the waves were full of light. Now even the roots of his ears were red, but he did not move away from his red face and eyes.

"Ahem..."

Song Ruyue on the side bit her teeth and scolded: "Write quickly!"

Qin Weimo lowered his head, clenched the pen in his hand, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

Luo Qingzhou was thinking.

He remembered the scene in the courtyard in the evening, the plum blossoms in the sunset, the beauty like flowers, and the melancholy eyes and words of Miss Qin Er.

"Brother-in-law, you say, this lonely and proud winter plum survived the winter, but withered in the spring when all flowers are in full bloom, should we be happy or sad?"

Did she think of herself?

Luo Qingzhou was in a trance for a moment, calmed down, his eyes flashed, and he whispered: "The wind and rain send spring away, and the flying snow welcomes spring..."

Qin Weimo put down his pen and drew lightly with his white hand.

The small characters are graceful and restrained, with a graceful and beautiful temperament.

"It is a cliff of ice a hundred feet, but there are still beautiful branches."

The girl's white hand trembled, and she continued to write.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her words, and then glanced at her pretty face that was still blushing, and continued to read: "" Pretty does not fight for spring, but only announces the arrival of spring. "

The girl paused, raised her pen and dipped it in ink, and continued to write with her head down. Her eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, with a kind of silent beauty.

Song Ruyue, who was sitting next to her, didn't know when her body had been tightly pressed against her, her ears almost close to her face, and her eyes were fixed on her pen and ink falling on the snow-white rice paper.

"Brother-in-law...anything else?"

The girl finished writing, her little hands trembling slightly, her eyes still fixed on the tip of her pen.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her weak appearance and whispered the last sentence: "When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she will laugh in the bushes."

The girl clenched the pen in her hand, stunned for a few seconds, and then trembled and wrote, her eyes gradually misted.

She knew why her brother-in-law suddenly wanted to change the lyrics.

Her brother-in-law must have thought of what she said in the courtyard before.

Those words were full of depression, hesitation about the future, disappointment in herself, and even despair...

And this poem of her brother-in-law was answering her previous words and encouraging her.

Even though the cliffs are covered with hundreds of feet of ice, in the face of such a grand and cold winter, the plum blossoms still stand alone, proudly upright, and bloom beautifully...

"She does not compete for spring, but only announces the arrival of spring. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she smiles in the bushes."

Spring is coming.

The world is filled with a soft and warm atmosphere, and the mountain flowers are finally in full bloom on the cliffs, a gorgeous scene.

The plum blossoms, which once stood alone in the cold winter wind and snow, did not have the slightest jealousy or intention to compete for beauty. In the blooming of hundreds of flowers, they quietly and quietly hide in the blooming spring scenery...

It has its season.

Even if it is lonely, silent, and no one appreciates it, it is a world that belongs to her alone.

Her beauty embellishes the paleness; her fragrance adds the most beautiful breath to that lonely season...

That season is more beautiful because of her.

So, what is there to be sad about her?

At least she existed, bloomed, and was beautiful. She was stronger than others and more worthy of praise...

"Let me see."

The girl was looking at the ink on the paper with tears in her eyes. Song Ruyue took the rice paper on the table and read it again.

"It hasn't been titled yet."

Song Ruyue put the paper back on the table and said coldly: "Write a random name."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and heard what she said in her heart: [It's okay to write mine. I'm not afraid of being famous]

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

Qin Weimo pondered for a moment and wrote the title: Luo Mo.

Then he wrote the tune and the title: Bo Yunyuan·Yongmei.

Then he raised his head and said softly: "Brother-in-law, is it okay?"

Luo Qingzhou took a look and nodded: "Yes."

Song Ruyue frowned, her pretty face became serious, and she sneered: "Luo Mo, Luo Mo... Hehe, do you think I am blind or illiterate? Do you think I don't exist?"

Qin Weimo said softly: "Mother, then you tell me, what name should I write?"

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, turned her face away and said: "How should I know? Ask him."

Qin Weimo looked at Luo Qingzhou with a look of helplessness.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the unhappy mother-in-law, stretched out his hand, took the pen from Miss Qin Er's hand, crossed out the word "Luomo", and wrote two words again in Miss Qin Er's handwriting. :Yue Mo.

Song Ruyue glanced sideways, turned away, looked out the window, and moved the corners of her mouth slightly.

Qin Weimo held back her smile, picked up the rice paper and said, "Mother, can you take a look at this name?"

"Hmph, you can write whatever you want, what does it have to do with me."

Song Ruyue finished speaking with a cold face, and immediately urged: "Hurry up and take it up, the time is coming."

It seems that they are afraid that they will change again.

Pearl hurriedly came over and stretched out her hand to take it.

Tang Jiasong, who was blocked by Luo Qingzhou, said quickly: "Aunt Song, Miss Qin, can I have a look?"

Qin Weimo smiled slightly and handed the rice paper to him generously.

Song Ruyue glanced at her, her eyes twinkling.

Tang Jiasong took it with both hands, lowered his head and stared at it carefully.

At first, he had a sneer on his lips, thinking that no matter what the poem was like, he would find faults and comment on it, but when he finished reading it, he suddenly fell silent.

"By the way Jia Song, didn't you just say that you also composed a song? There is pen and ink here. Write it down quickly. We will take a look at it first and then send it to you."

Song Ruyue suddenly said with a smile on her face.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and secretly wondered: Why does this mother-in-law look a little sinister? How could it be that she was deliberately teasing and attacking the guy she called "Jia Baoyu"?

When Tang Jiasong heard this, his expression suddenly froze and his face turned red.

The muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched, he lowered his head, returned the poem in his hand, and said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Aunt Song, I'm... I just suddenly remembered that poem, and it still has some flaws, so I won't take it out for now. ..."

Zhuer took the rice paper in his hand and walked quickly towards the oiran who was collecting the works on the stage.

"oh."

Song Ruyue said "Oh" and didn't force it any more. She still said with a smile on her face: "It doesn't matter. Just wait until you have revised it and then write it to me."

Tang Jiasong's face was stiff and he didn't dare to raise his head. He cupped his hands and said, "Well, Jiasong will definitely work hard to revise it."

Unexpectedly, Song Ruyue added another sentence: "Don't be in a hurry, just revise slowly. I believe that with Jiasong's talent, the revised works will be better than those of my incompetent son-in-law. Humph, this kid just couldn't think of anything I didn’t think about it for a while, I didn’t even type a draft, I just read it out in one breath without changing a single word. It shows no respect for the work at all! Compared with you, Jia Song, it’s a huge difference!”

As soon as these words came out, Tang Jiasong's face became even stiffer, and the corner of his mouth twitched a few times. He was immediately ashamed and dared not stay any longer. He quickly cupped his hands with a blushing face and said: "Song... Aunt Song, um, I still have friends over there. I'll go first." Go say hello and come back later."

Song Ruyue smiled and said, "Go ahead, there will be a second show later. I believe you can write better poems."

Tang Jiasong didn't dare to reply, blushed, and hurriedly retreated.

After he walked away, the smile on Song Ruyue's face gradually disappeared and her expression darkened.

Qin Weimo glanced at her and asked doubtfully: "Mother, you...you seem to suddenly dislike that Mr. Tang?"

When Song Ruyue heard this, she rolled her eyes: "What do you mean I suddenly don't like Mr. Tang? Have I ever liked him?"

Qin Weimo was stunned for a moment and said weakly: "Yesterday, my mother was full of praise for him..."

Song Ruyue snorted coldly and said angrily: "I didn't! You heard wrong!"

Qin Weimo: "..."

After a moment, Song Ruyue said with a cold face: "That man is not good, Weimo, don't see him again, and don't talk to him again. Humph, your Aunt Zhang is just unreliable. Who did you introduce? Not only is he poor, he also likes to brag, and he has a sneaky look, which makes him not a good person at first glance."

When Qin Weimo heard this, he looked curious: "Mother, where is Mr. Tang so sneaky?"

Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes and said, "Eye, appearance, demeanor, temperament. Let me tell you, I have seen many guys like this who like to put on airs. They do one thing in front of others and another behind their backs. On the surface, they look like good people than anyone else, but secretly they do all kinds of bad things. I didn’t like it when I saw him today. This is my mother’s intuition. It’s always right. Don’t worry, I won’t push you into the fire.”

Luo Qingzhou was listening and thought to himself, this mother-in-law has a lot of skills, she is not a stupid woman who is only narcissistic and arrogant.

Qin Weimo suddenly blinked his eyes and whispered: "Mother, can you see my brother-in-law? What kind of person do you think my brother-in-law is?"

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, glanced at the boy next to her, rolled her eyes, and said only two words: "Idiot!"

Qin Weimo bit her pink lips, laughed softly, and took a peek at the young man beside her. Her beautiful eyes were watery, and she didn't dare to speak anymore.

Not long after.

Oiran Wuyi's voice suddenly came from the stage: "Guests, please be quiet. The results of this first poetry competition have come out. But for the sake of fairness and to make everyone convinced, here are the top three works. The ranking has not been finalized yet. After the little girl reads out these three works, everyone can comment. If you feel that the ranking is inappropriate, the seniors will discuss it again. "

As soon as these words came out, the hall that was noisy just now immediately became quiet.

The courtesan held three pieces of rice paper in her hand, smiled charmingly, and looked at the first one first.

The people in the audience held their breath, their eyes were burning, and they secretly hoped that their own works would be among them.

Qin Weimo was not worried at all.

She turned her head and looked at the boy beside her. Her eyes moved, and she whispered again: "Brother-in-law, does it look good?"

Luo Qingzhou had to retract his gaze from the stage and looked at her and said: "It doesn't look good."

Qin Weimo showed a playful look at the corner of his mouth, smiling: "Weimo is asking... Weimo himself. Brother-in-law, do you think Weimo is not good-looking?"

Before Luo Qingzhou answered, there was another "cough cough" sound next to him.

Song Ruyue glared at him with a cold face.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to speak again.

At this time, the courtesan on the stage had already started to recite the first work.

"Yongmei."

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