Everyone took their seats.
They each found their own seats.
Zhang Ye walked to a small table at the back, "Teacher Su."
"Awesome, Teacher Zhang. These few poems of yours have shocked everyone." Su Na giggled. She was not an old-fashioned person, nor did she have the demeanor of a Peking University teacher. She said what she needed and laughed, "I have a favor to ask of you."
Zhang Ye sat down, "Speak."
Su Na said, "You have to give me that couplet of yours."
Zhang Ye threw up his hands, "They were all taken away by President Wu. Go get it from her."
"Then you'll agree? If you agree, I'll go. Anyway, President Wu likes poems, so she shouldn't be too interested in couplets. But my dad likes them. "Su Na said.
Zhang Ye smiled, "Give it to Uncle Su? Alright, no problem. "
Su Na said happily, "Then it's settled. You're a good friend!"
At this moment, Master Zhou looked around and his gaze landed on Zhang Ye. He waved and said, "Young lad, haha. Come and sit at the main table."
Main table?
Everyone was stunned!
The people at the main table were all masters. Typical calligraphers were not qualified to sit there!
Master Wei also invited, "That's right. Young man, come over. You are qualified to sit here."
How could Zhang Ye go? He immediately said, "Thank you, Masters. Thank you for thinking so highly of me. However, I don't dare to be careless. I really won't be going."
Wu Zeqing said, "If he wants to sit there, let him sit. Let's eat."
A 40-year-old calligrapher was very curious. He asked, "Old Wu, where did you get to know such a person? Why have we never heard of him? Does anyone know him? "
"I don't know him."
"This is the first time I've seen him."
The others also looked at Zhang Ye.
Wu Zeqing smiled slightly, "All of you definitely know him. As for who he is, I'll keep you in suspense first. Isn't everyone hungry? Then can I start eating? "
Ah?
We all know him? That can't be!
Master Zhou laughed, "Right, let's eat first."
Mr. Feng, who had participated in the previous competition, said, "Little Wu, let's not talk about anything else. You have to give me that 'Beauty Yu'. Otherwise, don't even think of getting a gift from me."
Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "Teacher Feng is snatching away the love of others."
Mr. Feng snorted, "I lost to a junior. I've lost all my face. How can I not get any benefits? It's decided then. That word is mine!"
Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "I'll have to think about it."
Mr. Feng stared at him, "What's there to consider? You've cheated all of us. We still haven't settled the score with you. If we knew that your little teammate's poems were amazing and his calligraphy was not bad, we wouldn't have competed!" They had really lost unjustly. They had lost in terms of literary attainments.
Wu Zeqing said helplessly, "Alright then, 'Beauty Yu' is yours."
Mr. Feng took a sip of wine. "This is more like it."
At the beginning, Mr. Wang also opened his mouth and said, "That 'Zither' is mine!"
"I want that 'Qingming'. Haha, I like this kind of inauspicious poem. Old Wu, you have to give it up. I'll write another one for you later. Let's exchange." Another calligrapher also spoke up.
In just a short while, all of Zhang Ye's poems had been distributed. Wu Zeqing did not get a single one.
It was common for calligraphers to exchange calligraphy and paintings. Furthermore, these were Zhang Ye's first original poems. They were worth collecting. Who knew what achievements this youth would have in the future? If he were to become a master in the future, the value of these poems would definitely increase by tens or hundreds of times.
Chen Mo, who was sitting at the third table, listened to the conversation at the main table with a black face. Seeing that Zhang Ye's poems were in such high demand, his brows furrowed even tighter.
A youth secretly said, "Wu Zeqing is bringing people to wreck the place!"
Another youth also said, "That's too much. This is our teacher's birthday. Not only did he win the prize that our teacher wanted, he even smacked the faces of so many teachers. What is he trying to do?"
The first youth said, "Senior Bro, you have to stand up for the old man!"
These were all Master Wei's disciples.
Chen Mo's expression turned serious as he whispered, "Watch me!"
......
The banquet began.
The second segment also began.
Someone came over. "Master Wei, let me toast you."
Another young person came over. "Big Sis Wu, happy birthday."
A few people came up first. They took out the birthday gifts that they had prepared. Some gave Master Wei an inkstone, while others gave Wu Zeqing a painting she had made.
One …
Five …
Ten …
More and more people came forward to offer their blessings.
Master Wei and Wu Zeqing returned with a bountiful harvest.
"Master Wei, here's my humble work. I wish you a long life."
"Thank you. That's very kind of you."
Suddenly, one of Master Wei's most valued disciples stood up. Chen Mo walked to the main seat and said with a smile, "Teacher, a teacher for a day is a father for life. Thank you for your careful guidance all these years. I know you are not lacking in anything, and I don't have anything good to give you. The only thing I can give you is the calligraphy skills that I have developed under your guidance. Today, I would like to write something for you on the spot. Please examine the fruits of my learning!"
He sure knew how to speak.
Master Wei stroked his beard and nodded with a smile, "Alright! This gift is to my liking! "
Master Zhou was also quite interested. He instructed people to set up the writing utensils. The table was in the middle, so everyone could see it. The people eating upstairs could also see it from the windows.
"Little Mo is going to write calligraphy?"
"Let's take a look."
"Little Mo is the most talented among Master Wei's disciples."
The surrounding people put down their chopsticks and smiled as they watched the commotion unfold.
Chen Mo picked up the brush and closed his eyes to rest for a moment. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and the brush landed on the Xuan paper. He was holding a small brush. Was he going to write a long poem?
Zhang Ye also looked over.
"Good calligraphy."
"As expected of Master Wei's disciple."
"It's not any worse than that youth in shades!"
Everyone was praising him by the side. Master Wei's other disciples were also cheering for their senior bro.
But after writing a line, someone suddenly gasped. Then, his heart started to beat wildly. This …
It was a folk song poem! This type of poem was rare! And no one had ever seen this folk song poem before. Clearly, it was created by Chen Mo himself. The difficulty of creating a folk song poem was much more difficult than ancient poems. Firstly, it was rare, and secondly, it was very difficult to grasp. It was too difficult to write it well. This required a very deep foundation in ancient culture! It was unknown if Chen Mo had been preparing for this for a long time, but this move really made everyone exclaim in amazement!
Master Zhou congratulated, "Old Wei, your legacy has been inherited."
Master Wei smiled and said, "Little Mo is still far from it."
"Far from it? I don't think so. In the future, he will definitely be better than you. Haha. "Master Zhou and Master Wei were old friends, so it was normal for him to mock him.
The poem was very long.
A folk song poem was finished.
But when everyone carefully read the content of the poem, they were all stunned!
Chen Mo's folk song poem actually told a story. It said that in ancient times, there was a man who had always been unsuccessful. He wanted to pass the imperial examinations, but his wife tried to stop him. She wanted him to go into business, but the man did not agree. His wife relied on her good family background and began to take charge of the family's affairs. In the end, the family business was ruined and the two of them could only sleep on the streets. In the end, the man passed the imperial examinations and became a high-ranking official. From then on, his wife obeyed the Three Virtues and Four Virtues and obeyed her husband's every word. During this period, the poem even quoted Confucius saying that women and petty people were hard to take care of.
The story was very typical. It was about feudalism. As for the moral, there was no moral at all. It was more like it was about Chen Mo himself. A man had to stick to his ideals and goals and not listen to women. However, if this story were to be used in other settings, it would not be a problem. But in today's setting, there was a problem, a big problem! Other than Master Wei's birthday, today was also Wu Zeqing's birthday!
What do you mean?
Only women and petty people were hard to take care of?
Women should not show their faces in public? They should stay at home to support their husband and raise their children?
Making a story saying that women could not do anything! In the end, the wife had to depend on her husband? Who were you trying to knock down!? What kind of status did President Wu have!? You were the one who dared to make it up!?
Chen Mo put down his brush. "I'm done."
The atmosphere froze. There were no fools present!
Master Wei's face sank. "Impudent!"
Master Zhou also stopped praising Chen Mo. He frowned and glanced at Wu Zeqing.
Wu Zeqing only smiled lightly and did not say a word.
Su Na could not take it any longer and stood up. "Chen! Who are you scolding!? "
A female family member of a calligrapher also said angrily, "Who says that women are inferior to men!? What kind of society is this!? You're still writing about feudalism!? "
Another woman said, "What kind of folk song poem is this!? Writing about us women as being worthless? What do you mean, Little Mo!? Do you look down on women so much? "
Chen Mo gave a dry laugh and said, "I didn't mean anything else. It's just a folk song poem. Some of the words were quoted and not said by me. I was just imitating the writing style of the ancients."
The group of women began to criticize him. They could not bear to listen any further! Chen Mo did not care.
He knew that he would definitely offend a lot of people today, but he did not care. The only person he respected was Master Wei. Wu Zeqing had embarrassed his teacher, so as her disciple, Chen Mo naturally had to help his teacher regain some face. He felt that Master Wei was not saying anything because he was magnanimous, but it did not mean that he was not angry. That was why Chen Mo wrote this poem. He wanted to regain some of the face he had lost earlier. He could not let Wu Zeqing walk away after winning the competition and winning the bet. No matter what, he had to make her lose some face!
Competition?
They were no match for Zhang Ye!
But this was no longer a literary competition. Chen Mo had found fault with them!
Zhang Ye looked at Chen Mo and that folk song poem. He was really angered. Previously, when the group of men bullied Wu Zeqing, Zhang Ye did not get angry. He knew that no one had the intention to bully her, but with Chen Mo's poem, the meaning was different! He was clearly trying to embarrass Wu Zeqing! He was clearly trying to get back at her!
You bastard!
You're asking for it!
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