Wang Zhihuan was so domineering that he had no friends

This was the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty. It was cold and snowy. Wang Changling, Gao Shi and Wang Zhihuan, these three literary young people, were among the Kaiyuan poet friends. Met. Because of the cold weather, no one showed up much. Wang Wei was probably staying in the Wangchuan Villa, Li Bai was not online, and Du Fu was still worrying about finding a job. Only these poets were online and they met each other. Since it was snowing, Entertainment activities are nothing more than reciting poems, admiring the snow, and drinking.

Wang Changling: Lao Gao, it’s snowing, do you want to make a date?

Gao Shi: Cute, make an appointment, find a place to drink.

Wang Changling: I participated in a group purchase. There is a good flag pavilion, so I will go there.

The owner of the flag booth jumped out, made a smile, and made a seductive gesture: Cute, our flag booth has parking spaces, and parking is discounted.

Wang Changling and Gao Shi expressed their emotions at the same time: Go together, go together.

Wang Zhihuan jumped out: I’ll make a date too.

Gao Shi: Okay, let’s temporarily form a group for a meal at the flag pavilion, and I’ll join you two.

When we arrived at the flag pavilion, a group of singers from the literary and artistic circles also came. White snowflakes are flying all over the sky, covering the mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty. Masters in the literary world and masters in the art world are interacting, and the content of the interaction is the products that each can produce. As the saying goes, scholars despise each other, and it is also said that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Although these three outstanding poets are polite to each other, they never forget to compare themselves with each other.

Wang Changling: Come, come, come, let’s hold a Tang Dynasty Poetry Competition.

Gao Shi made a toothy expression: How to compare?

Wang Changling: There are so many masters in the art world of the Tang Dynasty present. Based on them, whoever's poems are sung the most by them will win the prize.

Wang Zhihuan buried his head in drinking and only sent a smile.

The game begins, the first round. The first singer to come on stage played the pipa and sang: "The cold rain comes to Wu at night, and I see off my guests Chu Shangu in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang are asking each other, and a heart of ice is in a jade pot." Wang Changling made a victory gesture, He added thirty-six more likes, and then announced in the group: Granted, in the first round, I, Lao Wang, won.

The second singer who came on the stage also plucked the strings and sang: "I am in tears when I open the suitcase, and I read the letter written by you in front of you. How lonely is the night platform, as if you are living in the clouds." Gao Shi made a triumphant statement. gesture, added thirty-six likes, and then announced in the group: "Concession, in the second round, Lao Gao wins."

In the third round, the singer came on the stage and sang passionately: "The golden palace is open in the Ming Dynasty, and the fan is lingering for a while. The jade face is not as bright as the jackdaw, but still brings the shadow of the sun." Wang Changling couldn't help but squeaked, and made three victory gestures in succession, and added thirty Six likes. Then he posted in the group: "Chengzheng, I won the third round."

Wang Zhihuan couldn't hold it in anymore and made a crying expression.

Wang Changling: Calm down, Brother Wang.

Gao Shi: Brother Wang, I support you, you are the best.

Wang Zhihuan: The rules of the game have to be changed. The singers just now are all unknowns whose names cannot be found on the charts. They are all low-level people who can't get on the stage. Quantity cannot explain quality.

Wang Changling sent a private message to Gao Shi: Hey, is Wang Zhihuan a little crazy?

Gao Shihui: Let’s see.

Wang Zhihuan continued to speak in the group: We must find a first-line singer and see whose song she sings. If she chooses to sing your song, I will automatically get out of the Kaiyuan poet friend group and go home to farm. If she chooses to sing my song, then I'm sorry, I will accept your knee.

Wang Changling and Gao Shi both sent expressions of approval.

So the group invited a singer who was recognized as a front-line singer among the Kaiyuan poets. The singer plucked the strings and played the piano, and sang: "Far above the Yellow River among the white clouds, there is an isolated city in the Wanren Mountains. Why complain about the Qiang flute? Willows, the spring breeze never reaches Yumen Pass." Wang Zhihuan posted a cheering expression, and even a splash screen, followed by thirty-six likes, and then said: How about you two, I'm not bragging, let me accept yours. Knees. Wang Changling and Gao Shi both sent expressions of worship.

The singers were puzzled. You looked at me and I looked at you. They felt that these three guests were incredibly crazy. Are they crazy? The general manager of Qiting hurriedly came out and introduced: "These three are the big names in today's poetry world. They all have millions of fans. Teacher Wang Changling, Teacher Wang Zhihuan, and Teacher Gao Shi. You can worship them." After meeting the male god of poetry, everyone How could you let it go? It was inevitable to sign autographs and drink, so a literary carnival began again, "The three sons followed it and drank till the end of the day."

(Note: The above interesting things in the circle of friends come from the Tang Dynasty Xue Yongruo's "Ji Yi Ji" has certain processing and modifications to the scenes and character dialogue)