Here Comes the Rain

Wang Rich came from a very wealthy family. He liked making friends while posing himself as a culture lover. He also liked to show off some of his ordinary poems. At times, he could come up with a few relatively good ones.

After finding out that Brother Muzhi was also a poetry lover, he couldn't wait to show off a little bit.

"That's a good proposal, Brother Wang!"

"I can't agree any more."

They all nodded.

Lu Changsheng simply glanced at Liu Qingfeng.

In fact, Lu Changsheng didn't really hate these kinds of things. But he just really wanted to avoid triggering another unusual phenomenon.

Fortunately, he had the Pagoda of Heaven and Earth with him, it could suppress most of the unusual phenomena from appearing.

"We can give Brother Muzhi some time first. Why don't we read Brother Wang's poem to start off?"

Zhou Haijie suggested this, he knew that improvisation was always difficult.

Lu Changsheng nodded.

Wang Rich immediately cleared his throat and was ready to recite his poem. "Alright, please forgive my incompetence."

He got up and slowly spoke, "A red boat is touring Jingling!"

"The fish are accompanying the boat!"

"It's just like you and me and him!"

"It's fate that we gather!"

Wang Rich's recital was very affectionate.

The last sentence was especially filled with deep emotions.

"That's nice!"

"Good! What a beautiful poem!"

"Brother Wang, you're so talented! It's so good!"

They were all filled with praise for him.

However, Lu Changsheng didn't know what they were talking about.

How could this thing be called a poem?

And they were even giving this thing such a high evaluation? Are you serious?

He didn't know whether this was because of money or just that they had really bad taste.

This kind of rubbish poetry neither had rhymes nor rhythm, the wording was also extremely poor.

He looked at Liu Qingfeng, the latter was slightly nodding. Although Liu Qingfeng didn't make any comments, it seemed that this poem wasn't too bad in his eyes.

At this moment, Lu Changsheng started to feel desperate.

They were a bunch of illiterates!

"In Brother Wang's poem, every single word is filled with emotion. The first sentence describes the real scene and lays a good foundation for the following line. Fate is the essence of the poem."

Zhou Haijie was indeed such a good flatterer.

Zhang Peng also nodded and said, "The last sentence is an amazing finishing touch. Indeed, it is fate that made us gather here together.

Everyone kept nodding.

"Are you ready, Brother Lu?" Zhou Haijie asked Lu Changsheng curiously.

Lu Changsheng slowly stood up. He was pondering about which one to pick, but now, he felt no pressure at all.

"Black clouds—spilled ink half blotting out the hills;"

"Pale rain—bouncing beads that splatter in the boat."

"Land-rolling wind comes, blasts and scatters them:"

"Below Lake Watch Tower, water like sky."

Lu Changsheng slowly recited the poem.

He was rather calm, this was because the poem was written by one of the most well-known poets, Su Shi.

However, after Lu Changsheng finished the last line.

The audience slightly frowned.

Zhou Haijie started to comment, "This poem isn't bad. The black clouds are like spilled ink and raindrops are like falling beads. Then the wind sweeps over and scatters all of the clouds. In the last sentence, it means that the rain stopped and the waves calmed down. Upon leaning against the rails of the tall tower, the poet saw that the sky was so crystal clear and the lake was so clean and beautiful.

"However, this poem isn't appropriate for the current occasion."

Zhou Haijie wasn't totally illiterate, he could understand the poem.

However, in his eyes, this poem failed to reflect the current scene.

The rest of them all nodded.

Although this poem was extremely beautiful, they failed to share the mood right now. Therefore, it felt like something was missing.

"Why is that so?" Lu Changsheng put on a gorgeous smile.

Zhou Haijie answered, "It's such a good day today. We see neither black clouds nor rain."

This was extremely obvious.

Lu Changsheng then smiled, he slowly walked to the front end of the boat.

He reached out his hand and said, "Here comes the rain."

With the last word, at this very moment,

Pitter-patter!

Pitter-patter!

Ripples suddenly appeared on the calm surface of the lake.

Very soon after, heavy rain fell. Countless water beads bounced all over the river.

Between the mountains and the hills, mist filled the air.

The black clouds were as dark as ink, but they hadn't covered all the mountains.

In the red boat, they watched this scene in amazement.

This… This was unbelievably remarkable.

They couldn't believe their eyes.

From a distance, at the front end of the boat, Lu Changsheng, while dressed in white, looked exactly like an immortal. He stood with his back towards them, staring at the pouring rain and the mountains embraced by the soft mist.

"I've never seen such a gorgeous man in this world," one of the ladies murmured. Her eyes couldn't move away from Lu Changsheng back.

The males in the boat were suddenly attacked by a sense of inferiority.

While staring at the downpour, Lu Changsheng's heart felt somehow touched.

He saw passersby on the bridge taking out umbrellas, he then heard the corner of his robe whistle.

Standing with his hands behind his back, Lu Changsheng slowly opened his mouth, "My leaflike boat braves the perilous waves. I've slept through Southern rain and smoke. My eyes are filled with green mountains when awake; I come back, shaking water off my green straw cloak.

"Spring rain submerged the bridge and people cannot cross; Out of the green shadow came a small boat.

"In spring, the water is bluer than the sky; In a painted boat listening to the rain they lie.

"Raindrops fell on red flowers; Green smoke entangled fine willow branches."

Lu Changsheng spoke out a poem.

Suddenly, vague pictures appeared in the mist.

In the pictures were boats and figures.

A fisherman fell asleep in his small boat in the waves, and when he woke up, he was already among the endless green mountains. After shaking off the water on his green straw coat, he was ready to go back home.

In spring, the water was even clearer than the sky. A man slowly fell asleep in his boat, listening to the rain. What a beautiful scene that was!

The passersby all saw the pictures in the air. They were utterly amazed.

Lu Changsheng smiled.

This smile could easily make all the struggles one had vanish into the air.

The people in the red boat joined Lu Changsheng to enjoy such a beautiful moment together.

"This is so beautiful, In spring, the water is bluer than the sky. Amazing! Brother Lu, you have immeasurable talent!"

Li Yue sincerely appreciated the beauty of the lines, and bowed to Lu Changsheng.

"Although there is no willow around, your lines have planted willows in my heart, Brother Lu." Zhou Haijie sighed emotionally.

They were lost in this beautiful scene and amazing poetry.

At this time, the sky suddenly cleared up.

The lake was clear and the sky was blue.

The rain came and went so quickly.

The beautiful and sunny day had come back.

While enjoying this beautiful scene, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but ask himself, "Changsheng, why are you so handsome?"