Zhang Feng was crying so hard.
Even his shoulders were twitching. But no one knew that he had already remembered his real family in his memory.
He was not sensible before, but when he was a stranger in a foreign land, he could really feel the importance of family.
No matter what he did now, it could not offset the loneliness he felt when he dreamed in the middle of the night.
That kind of feeling was really too terrifying for him.
The faces of his parents and relatives were basically a little blurred in the dream …
If possible, he was willing to not go to school or work. Even if he was beaten to death, he would not go to school or work. Even if he was picking up garbage, he would accompany his parents …
But now?
Thinking of this.
The corners of Zhang Feng's eyes were actually really wet.
Under Li Shimin's persuasion, Zhang Feng stopped his voice at the right time.
"Old Master, I appreciate your kindness, but this matter is actually what God wants me to do, so why don't I go with the flow?"
"So, this matter, I can only wait until I succeed, then I will have the face to go back to worship and go back to the ancestral house to take a look at the ruins."
"Alas! If your parents in the netherworld knew of your current achievements, how you were able to single-handedly exterminate the plague of locusts, how you were able to turn the Great Tang's economy from a lifeless state to such a lively one, and what about the cooperatives, the fine salt, and the matters of Tibet and the other countries …
"If they know this, then they can also smile in the underworld!"
"Which one of these is not an earth-shattering thing? Even, which one of these things is not the thing that will go down in history? "
"Sometimes I really admire you. You are a master of both literature and martial arts!"
"Old Master, you flatter me. This is just a blind study when I am bored. How can this be mentioned on the table?"
Zhang Feng wiped the corner of his eyes and came to his senses.
Seeing this, Li Yuan pointed to the wall.
"Then, this is also something you blindly studied?"
Zhang Feng nodded, a little embarrassed.
He borrowed Li Bai's poem, and now he was showing off. He silently mourned for Li Bai who had not yet been born.
Moreover, he had secretly made up his mind.
At that time, I'll have to find this young Li Bai. Although I've borrowed something from you, if I accept you as my disciple, then I'll be awesome.
"This is just a poem that I made when I was dreaming about my family. It's nothing!"
"Nothing much?"
Li Yuan's eyes were somewhat red.
"Give a toast, and don't stop drinking. If such a poem is nothing, then all the poets and literary magnates of my Great Tang should go hang themselves!"
"You brat … Do you know that once this thing is leaked out, your tavern's door will be trampled flat?!"
"You don't know how terrifying those great writers are!"
"Let's drink, let's drink. Everything is in the wine, okay?"
Zhang Feng didn't dare to say anything else.
She was so embarrassed that she panicked!
What kind of thing was this? Once that literary tycoon was involved, even he would choke. He was just a porter, how could he know how to compose a poem?
He knew a little bit about doggerel, but what was that?
Therefore, when he said that he was a dabbler and couldn't be brought to the table, it was also true.
However, now Li Yuan didn't buy Li Shimin at all!
Especially Li Shimin, now his face was as long as a donkey's face.
What the f * ck.
This was really infuriating to compare oneself to others.
He loved calligraphy, and also loved this path. But why did it change in Zhang Feng's mouth?
Li Shimin couldn't help but be unwilling. He wanted to see how high this brother Zhang Feng's attainments in poetry were. He slowly recited, "Last night, the wind filled the tower, flowers bloomed and fell to the attic."
"Brother Zhang Feng, what do you think of this poem of yours?"
"Eh?"
Zhang Feng exclaimed softly in surprise.
He sized up Li Shimin from head to toe and praised, "Not bad, Lao Li, you actually learned how to recite poems?"
"Hahaha, this is all due to my father's influence!"
Li Shimin hurriedly flattered.
Obviously, Li Yuan enjoyed it very much. He stroked his beard and laughed loudly.
"My son's poem is very good, very good. I just don't know what Brother Zhang Feng thinks of this poem?"
"It's … It's okay."
Doggerel, how could it not be good?
When Li Yuan heard this, he was a little surprised. Obviously, he wanted to test Zhang Feng. He stood up and said with his hands behind his back, "The sound of wind and rain, the rain hitting the banana leaves, the sound is endless, the sound of crows and thunder, the sound of thunder startling the birds, rumbling non-stop!"
"Brother Zhang Feng, what do you think of this poem?"
What could Zhang Feng say?
What the f * ck was this!
If this was Lao Li's poem, at least there would be a bit of rhyme. But this?
Nothing at all!
But what could he say?
He couldn't help but say with conscience, "Old Master's poem is very good, very good. It vividly described that kind of environment on a rainy night!"
"Then, Little Brother, do you want one too?"
"No, no, no, I won't do it!"
Zhang Feng waved his hands.
It wasn't that he was afraid.
What a joke. Three hundred Tang poems, he was afraid?
What was there to be afraid of!
He was afraid that he couldn't control it. When the time came, there would be a big problem!
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