kingnovel Chapter 444 Youth
Chapter 444 Youth
After Liu Yanming finished speaking, he recited Qin Yan's poem silently in public.
It’s not that he has a good memory, but there is something about this poem that ordinary people who don’t understand poetry may not notice - it is catchy.
He thought his poetry was not bad, but this aspect was indeed inferior.
When Mr. Zheng asked, they both thought the other one was better.
He smiled faintly and stepped forward. "I didn't expect you two to appreciate each other so much. They say 'there's no first in literature, and no second in martial arts,' so it's only natural that this would happen. So, how about we just say you two share the first place? Any opinions?"
Naturally, no one present had any objections. They had listened to both poems and found both to be well written. Even if someone had a preference, they didn't have to compete with others at this moment.
Seeing this, Qin Yan and Liu Yanming smiled at each other.
When Qin Yan returned to his seat, students from the surrounding tables couldn't help but come over and talk to him.
Not all of them are good at writing poetry, but they all have good appreciation ability. It will do them no harm to make friends with Qin Yan.
"Brother Qin, I'm not good at poetry. Do you have any books to recommend?"
"I heard that Brother Qin's writing is also excellent. Is there any chance that we can get together privately in the future and hold a literary gathering?"
"Brother Qin, I have a poem that I just didn't submit. Could you help me take a look at it?"
Fang Jin looked at Qin Yan who was in the spotlight and was surrounded by people like the moon surrounded by stars, and his face looked particularly ugly.
He submitted his poem with great confidence, but in the end, not only was it not evaluated by the gentlemen, but he didn't even get a ranking in the end?
Are the poems he wrote so terrible among these people? !
Even if it is true, what right does Qin Yan have?
He was jealous and angry. After studying for so many years, he was not completely ignorant. It was precisely because he could still see that Qin Yan's poems were excellent that he was particularly angry and unwilling to accept it!
Qin Yan is not the son of a wealthy family. His family only has one scholar, his father who died early. He did not teach him for many years. They are all from the village. How can he accept their current situation?
Not to mention that Qin Yan is still so young. He would rather Qin Yan was just luckier than to hear others talk about damn talent!
When he thought of Qin Yan's threat, he became even more worried.
He was silent for so long that he seemed a little out of tune with others. After a while, he gritted his teeth.
No, he couldn't just sit there and wait for death, watching Qin Yan accumulate fame among the scholars bit by bit!
It’s better to strike first!
No one else knew Fang Jin's inner anxiety and calculations. The senior scholars at the top had already started the second round of questions.
This time, the question was set by Master Chen, and the question he gave was three words - "Young man's ambition!"
When the students heard this, many of them were moved.
Most of the students present are teenagers and young adults. As scholars, they may have different purposes for studying, but they certainly all have their own ambitions, which is why they overlap at this stage of their lives and temporarily walk on the same path.
When this question came out, everyone remembered some things and had different feelings in their hearts.
Qin Yan thought for a moment this time and quickly finished writing. He looked up at the others and found that compared to the previous round, many people had started writing this time.
He Shuyuan finished writing in a short while. He read it several times and felt quite confident. He leaned over to glance at Qin Yan's.
Qin Yan didn't mind at all, and even deliberately turned his body to allow him to get closer and see more clearly.
After reading it, He Shuyuan touched his chin and smiled, lowering his voice: "Don't say I didn't warn you, if you just pick this one, then I'm afraid I'll be the winner in this round."
Qin Yan also smiled calmly: "Then I can only blame myself for not being as skilled as others."
Seeing him so carefree, He Shuyuan knew he probably didn't care, so he couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you take out the poem you wrote on the exam? Once that poem comes out, you'll definitely get first place!"
The rule this time is that as long as it is written by themselves, it does not have to be a new work. If you have an old poem, as long as it happens to meet the requirements of this question, you can write it down and it will not be considered cheating.
Qin Yan just smiled and didn't answer.
He Shuyuan sometimes felt that his unfathomable look was quite irritating.
He's such a grown-up, what's wrong with saying a few more words? Is there anything he can't listen to? I don't know what this guy has in mind, what's wrong with giving him one? Stingy.
He was about to ask, but the time for writing poems had arrived and they had just finished submitting their manuscripts.
After the manuscript was handed in, Lin Bosheng stood up again. Qin Yan turned around and saw a man walking in with a zither in his arms.
The man looked to be about forty years old, with no expression on his face. He walked slowly and steadily, ready in his position. His every move and gesture was full of elegance, and it was obvious that he was not an ordinary person.
Someone in the crowd whispered, "Is this Master Qinglan?"
Others recognized him and chimed in, "That's him! I've seen him from a distance once! I didn't expect even Master Qinglan would be invited here. This is truly an eye-opener!"
Qin Yan couldn't help but take it more seriously. Playing the zither was different from writing other articles and poems. When playing chess, he only needed to find someone to play against him. But he rarely had the chance to hear such good music.
Lin Bosheng raised his voice: "Today, we have specially invited Master Qinglan to play the zither. Gentlemen who are confident can play a piece together. We have also prepared some instruments on site, but not many, so please don't mind!"
The others looked in the direction of his hand and saw that someone had already placed more than a dozen musical instruments on the empty table prepared nearby, including zithers, flutes, and even pipa and drums.
The scene was quiet for a while, and the only sound that could be heard was the gentlemen flipping through papers in a deliberately quiet manner.
Soon, the sound of piano began to sound.
When the strings of the zither were plucked, a clear and melodious sound was heard, which shocked everyone present, and some even felt their scalps tingling.
Qin Yan looked at the ancient zither and found it hard to imagine that the sound it was playing would be like this, like the gurgling of a spring.
Liu Yanming also listened very attentively. Many people noticed that not long after, he went to the side to pick up the flute. When the song entered the second section, his flute sound suddenly joined in!
It was as if spring water flowed into a river, and the river rushed into the sea, making the listeners feel that their hearts were suddenly opened, and even Master Qinglan looked sideways slightly.
Then, the sound of the piano gradually became deep, while the sound of the flute became light, as if to take people into the air.
It's the wind.
Qin Yan thought about it, closed his eyes and felt it carefully. The others also became intoxicated unconsciously, and it seemed that their bodies became lighter.
When they had completely entered into this feeling, the sounds of the piano and the flute suddenly paused in tacit understanding and became passionate!