The golden light penetrates the back of the paper and floats on the poem, dyeing the originally white paper into a dazzling golden yellow, like a golden glow embedded in the air.

The poem is complete!

"The golden light is more than an inch long, and its quality even exceeds that of golden sentences." Gu Mingyang was so excited that he could no longer remain calm. He sat up and snatched the farewell poem from Qin Mo's hand like a wolf and a tiger.

With just one glance, Gu Mingyang's eyes were attracted to the golden paper. Strictly speaking, he was attracted to Qin Mo's farewell poem.

He said unconsciously:

The morning rain in Jincheng is covered with light dust, and the guest houses are green and new.

I advise you to drink another glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without seeing any old friends.

Go up to the palace and write about the scenery.

The dialogue is neat and clear, explaining the time, place, and scenery.

The finishing touch is in Xiaque.

I read it three times in a row,

Gu Mingyang seemed to see the scene when two old friends were parting. There was no grand wish, no retention or reluctance, just a faint outline of a picture.

old friend

Drink this glass of wine again

Looking forward to your triumphant return in the future

When leaving Yangguan in the west

I'm afraid you can't see me anymore

…

Straight to the soul.

Gu Mingyang stood there. He did not expect that this farewell poem written by Qin Mo would touch him so much.

At the banquet, when his old friend told him that he was about to go to the demon space to resist the invasion of demons, Gu Mingyang could not have imagined that this day would come so soon. It was a newly opened up different-dimensional space, and the demons were fierce, mysterious and treacherous.

Although my old friend is strong, he narrowly escaped death after entering it.

When Gu Mingyang heard the whole news, he didn't want to stay, and there was nothing he could do to stay.

A soldier's duty is to obey orders.

What's more, on the other side of the extra-dimensional space are the endless people of the Huaxia Kingdom. If the monsters break through the extra-dimensional space and come to kill, the casualties of the Huaxia Kingdom will be difficult to estimate.

There may even be disasters like annihilation of the country.

Gu Mingyang didn't know what to say and felt speechless. Then he took advantage of the wine to make a bold statement and write a farewell poem to carry it out for him.

In today's quiz, Gu Mingyang happened to think of the agreement he had made with his old friend, so he asked Lin Youyin and Zhuo Fan to write a farewell poem with the theme of farewell.

Gu Mingyang was very satisfied with the farewell poems they composed on the spot.

Although it is not a golden sentence, it is still a rare and good sentence.

However, he did not expect that Qin Mo would actually compose such a farewell poem.

If it were just a book written in Mingjin, or even a quatrain, it wouldn't make him stunned like a god.

What really caught his eye was the poetic meaning expressed in this poem, which fit so well with Gu Mingyang's state of mind.

Lin Youyin, who was still looking down and thinking about where she could improve, was awakened by a pure golden light that was countless times more dazzling than the poem she had written. Before she had time to react, she heard this poem written by Qin Mo from Gu Mingyang's mouth.

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I advise you to drink another glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without seeing any old friends.

Her feelings were not as profound as those of Gu Mingyang, but she also knew that the poem was ten times better than the one she composed and should be regarded as a quatrain.

Is this Qin Mo still the Qin Mo he knows?

The intelligence officer who was responsible for collecting Qin Mo's intelligence should have one month's bonus deducted.

When Zhuo Fan listened to the last two sentences, he was so shocked that he was speechless.

With his talent, how could he not understand the meaning of this farewell poem?

With this poem alone, Qin Mo's name will definitely occupy a place among the many writers in Jincheng.

After a long time, Zhuo Fan said in disbelief: "Is this really a poem written by you, Qin Mo?!"

Gu Mingyang and Lin Youyin also had doubts. Although this poem was 100% born from Qin Mo's pen, how could Qin Mo write such a poem that is famous enough to be famous in the contemporary era without any talent?

"I didn't write it. Could it be that you have heard this poem elsewhere?" Qin Mo asked calmly.

Zhuo Fan immediately fell silent.

Yes, the poem is true,

It’s even more true that it became a quatrain in Qin Mo’s pen,

This is enough to prove that this poem was written by Qin Mo.

"Qin Mo, how did you come up with these two sentences: 'I urge you to drink another glass of wine, and you will have no friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.'" Gu Mingyang asked with a stern face.

Qin Mo shrugged: "Good sentences are naturally made by nature, but they can be found by chance."

"A good line is made by nature, but it comes by chance." Gu Mingyang sighed and stopped asking, "What is the name of this poem?"

"That depends on who is sending it." Qin Mo said with a smile.

The meaning was obvious, and Gu Mingyang understood it as soon as he heard it.

Of course the original name of this poem can no longer be used, otherwise it would not be cool for Gu Mingyang to ask who Yuan Er is.

For a moment, the office became quiet, and none of the five people spoke.

Thinking of business, Qin Molian asked: "Principal Gu, should I apply for the liberal arts examination?"

"Let Hai Dafu make the arrangements. Don't embarrass our Anyang Middle School during the palace examination." Gu Mingyang readily agreed, but he was still a little worried about Qin Mo.

The quatrain is true, but judging from Qin Mo's talent, he has no doubts about the answer he got by Qin Mo's clever hand.

He had deep doubts about whether he could succeed in the palace examination by chance.

"Principal Gu, my poem." Qin Mo pointed to the golden paper in Gu Mingyang's hand.

Gu Mingyang said oh, folded the golden paper carefully and put it away; "I will go back and help you see if there is anything that needs improvement."

Qin Mo:......

Pooh!

You are just greedy for my poems!

No matter what, it is always good news to be able to take the liberal arts college entrance examination.

Looking at Gu Mingyang's appearance, it was almost impossible to recover the poems from him, so Qin Mo gave up on his own accord.

Anyway, the goal of applying for the literary master's examination has been achieved. With so many people here today, Gu Mingyang can't go out and claim that this poem was written by him, right? That would be too shameless.

When he walked out of Gu Mingyang's office, in addition to Hai Dafu who came with him, there were also Lin Youyin and Zhuo Fan.

Qin Mo could see that Zhuo Fan was deeply hit.

Forget it if he loses to Lin Youyin, after all, his talent is not inferior to him.

If you perform better than him on the spot, losing is normal.

But then he lost to the mediocre Qin Mo, and he lost so completely that he felt like he was going to be depressed.

Since ink is born, how can there be any life?

When going downstairs, Lin Youyin just took a deep look at Qin Mo and walked towards the Class 1 classroom.

When Lin Youyin and Zhuo Fan left and there was no one around, Hai Dafu, who had been silent for a long time, observed Qin Mo carefully and said sincerely: "Qin Mo, the teacher used to be uncaring about you. I hope you don't think so.

I hate the teacher.

Teacher, I sincerely hope you will become a talented person."

In Gu Mingyang's office, when Qin Mo's poem turned into a golden poem and turned into a quatrain, Hai Dafu was more shocked than anyone else.

Others don’t understand Qin Mo, but Hai Dafu doesn’t understand him?

Qin Mo was a completely transparent existence in his heart.

If you can't do it with words, you can't do it with force.

He didn't have any expectations for Qin Mo. He just took the college entrance examination with peace of mind and was satisfied after completing the process.

Hai Dafu didn't expect Qin Mo to be admitted to Wuhan University at all.

But who would have thought that Qin Mo would compose a quatrain that would be famous even today.

Qin Mo smiled, showing a row of white teeth: "Teacher Hai, please don't do this, you have nothing wrong with me.

You slept in class and failed the physical test, but you turned a blind eye.

Where can I find a teacher as good as you?

It’s too late for me to thank you, so how can I blame you?”

Hai Dafu:......
Chapter completed!