The king of Qin stands in the crowd like a wild crane stands in a flock of chickens. When it stands, the rocks are as independent as a lone pine; when it is drunk, it is like a jade mountain that is about to collapse. There is a poem that goes: "The stranger is like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world." Qin Jun looked at the self-impressed guy in front of him in surprise, feeling that he was really sentimental enough to be a scholar. I also feel that he talks a lot. Wang Chengxin is also a scholar, so why can't he be so eloquent? Qin Jun fell into deep thought. Li Qian gradually became silent. When the warm light in the private room shone on Qin Jun's face, his face looked golden. The candles on the dining table were blown by the wind from nowhere and were swaying and jumping. When the light danced, Li Qian was a little annoyed, thinking that he was the beam of light dancing on Qin Jun's face. That's how literati are, they never care about objective facts and just think naively. Back to Qin Jun, he was born with a good face that ordinary people could not achieve even by applying powder and makeup. It is said that there was a sculpture gallery in the French Concession that became deserted because of his statue. --------[Demining] 1. I, Brother Qin, am a fan of thousands of people and will not accept refutation 2. The Pseudo-Republic of China
Concept: When spring comes, the river will be as green as blue