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Chapter 256: Chapter 256, it should be the heaven immortal who got drunk and crushed the white clouds!

When Ning Fei saw the bullet comments, he realized that he had been mentioned in the news again.

“I’m just building a snowman. It can’t be that bad.”

Ning Fei was also very surprised.

He didn’t surf the internet today, so he didn’t know how much of a craze he had caused in society after building a snowman.

First, there were hot discussions and praises.

Then, a few netizens started to show off the snowman they built.

Then, more and more people participated in building the snowman. As the popularity grew, the challenge of building a snowman became popular.

From government agencies to private companies, all of them were organizing their employees to build a snowman.

For some private companies, this was the best opportunity to advertise.

If the snowman they built could win first place, then they would definitely make the most of their presence in China.

Many families also found this challenge very interesting and invited their friends out to build snowmen.

Thus, a very interesting scene appeared in the city.

Looking around, people were building snowmen on both sides of the road.

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The sanitation workers were also dumbfounded.

In the past, they were the ones who swept the snow on both sides of the road into the tree pits or piled it into a pile.

Now that they were no longer needed to work, there was no time for people to snatch the snow.

This was a very interesting sport.

Sometimes, an action itself was nothing, but what kind of impact the action would have was very important.

Ning Fei built a snowman that looked like a galloping horse and led the snowman-making craze. It made the society more harmonious and happy. This was a good thing.

Returning to Qingfeng Temple, Ning Fei chatted with the netizens again.

“Snow has always been the object of ancient Chinese songs.”

“After all, in the ancient winter, people didn’t have much to do, and there weren’t any good ways of entertainment, so many scholars liked to gather in the gazebo when it snowed and show off their literary talent.”

“Let me ask you a question. If you were asked to describe how heavy the snow was, how would you describe it?”

After the snowy day, Ning Fei and the netizens interacted like this. Everyone felt that it was very interesting.

“Describe the snow as heavy? How about the goose feather-like heavy snow falling from the sky and covering the earth?”

“I think it should be ‘don’t make any more calls, I’m afraid that Charlotte will misunderstand’.”

“Haha, the previous answers were full marks.”

“Snowflakes fluttering in the wind, the northern wind rustling”

“What if it’s described as a heavy rain?”

“Stop fighting, stop fighting.”

“Lord Buddha, February red is here to ask for medicine.”

“Since ancient times, netizens have produced talents. Why are there voices on your bullet screens?”

Everyone was chatting happily.

Ning Fei looked at the bullet screens and found it very interesting. However, he also smiled.

He originally thought that everyone would say something like, “Suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms bloom”.

But it was obviously not the case.

“Abbey Dean Ning, then how do you describe the heavy snow?”

A Netizen asked.

“The Ancients described a lot of poems about snow. Since we were young, we have learned a lot from textbooks.”

“But what I like the most is this poem:”

“It should be that the heaven immortal was drunk and crushed the white clouds.”

Ning Fei said in a warm voice.

His voice was originally gentle and clean. When the netizens heard him say this poem, they all felt a wave of comfort in their ears.

“It should be a heaven immortal who got drunk and carelessly crushed the white clouds!”

The netizens followed and muttered.

“What a good poem, what a good poem.”

“This poem is too domineering. Who wrote it? Why haven’t I heard of it before?”

“I just checked. The poet who wrote this poem is Li Bai.”

“It really is Li Bai. I told you that only he could write such a domineering poem.”

After everyone heard Ning Fei say the poem, they all began to discuss enthusiastically.

This was because Qingfeng observed this scene and it was very in line with the mood of the poem.

At this time, Ning Fei also slowly explained:

“The author of this poem is my favorite poet, Li Bai.”

“It means that after a heaven immortal drinks the Milky Way’s fine wine and gets drunk, he crumbles the white clouds into dust, turning them into a sky full of snow and silver waves.”

“This metaphor is bold and novel, novel and unique, shocking and extremely reasonable.”

“The word ‘crazy’completely displays the immortal aura of a Heaven Immortal.”

Ning Fei praised the poem endlessly, and the netizens nodded repeatedly after listening to it.

“I’ve studied geography, biology, and now Chinese in Abbey Dean Ning’s live broadcast room.”

“I’ve never listened so seriously when the Chinese teacher explained the meaning of ancient Chinese.”

“The mood is different, and the feelings are different. In the past, I thought that poetry was poetry, but now I feel that the poem is right beside me. I can feel the atmosphere in the poem. This feeling is really good.”

“In the future, when it snows again, I can pretend in front of the girls.”

“Abbey Dean Ning’s temperament is too suitable for reciting this poem.”

“Sisters, let’s make money. In the future, we will keep a few of these ancient style handsome men to read poems to us every day.”

“I’m afraid you are thinking of Peaches.”

Ning Fei was also immersed in Li Bai’s poem.

This kind of poem was like a fine wine from the past. The more he recalled it, the more he could feel the mood contained in it.

Li Bai was indeed a great poet from ancient to modern times in Huaxia. The pursuit of romance in his life was reflected vividly in his body.

Sometimes, when the feeling came, naturally, he had to do something.

Men had always been like this.

Therefore, Ning Fei went to the room to take out a brush, ink, paper, and Inkstone and began to grind the ink.

“Is Abbey Dean Ning going to paint again?”

A Netizen asked.

Ning Fei shook his head and explained,

“A heaven immortal is drunk. I might not be able to paint such a picture.”

“Because in order to paint such an ancient painting, one must have a spiritual charm in mind and be able to match the artistic conception in the poem.”

“I have never really seen or felt such a ‘crazy’God, so I don’t have that kind of feeling toward the picture in my heart.”

“I just wanted to write down these two ancient poems on a whim.”

Ning Fei was good at calligraphy. He dipped his brush into the ink, raised it up, and sketched on the paper. His movements were fluid and natural, and also had a unique flavor.

From top to bottom, from right to left, Ning Fei wrote down these two poems:

“It should be that the heaven immortal was drunk and crushed the white clouds in disorder.”

His calligraphy contained the dullness of Zhuangzi, dispersing into the distance, and immersing himself in leisure. He did not seek to enrich and change, but rather, in the middle of writing, he sought the meaning of being distant and distant.

This scene was very handsome.

“As expected, handsome people look good no matter what they do!”

As the netizens admired Ning Fei’s calligraphy, they thought to themselves.

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The next day, Ning Fei was live streaming as usual.

The snow outside the door had gradually melted, and the black handsome snow sculpture had also melted beyond recognition.

Ning Fei thought to himself whether he should make another wood sculpture or a stone sculpture so that it could be preserved for a longer time.

“We’ll see. We still have to see if there are suitable materials.”

Ning Fei thought to himself.

Ning Fei went to the village to buy something. On the way, he met the village chief, who was walking towards him from the north of Qinshan village.

The netizens found that Abbey Dean Ning often met the village chief when he went out.

It was as if the village chief was everywhere.

“Village chief, What’s the matter? You look worried.”Ning Fei walked over and asked.

“It’s not a big deal. isn’t chief Li from the north of the village going to be buried today? His Dog refused to let anyone bury it. Just now, a group of people tied the dog up and then buried chief Li.”The village chief took a puff of his pipe, he shook his head and said.

“It’s his slightly pale dog, right?”Upon hearing this, Ning Fei also sighed.

“Yes, that one. He hasn’t eaten for three days. I guess he won’t survive.”Qin Zheng sighed again and then walked away.

The conversation between the two was heard by the netizens. Everyone was very interested in what the village chief said.

Ning Fei explained:

“The burial customs are different in every place. When an old man passes away in Qinshan village, he will be placed in the guest hall for three days before being buried at the burial ground at the back of the mountain.”

“Qinshan village also allows burial.”

“I heard from the people in the village that Li Tie-tou passed away a few days ago. After his death, the dog he raised has been refusing to eat or drink.”

“Li Tie’s children have always been outside. Li Tie’s dog has always been with him. Now that his children are back for the funeral, the dog probably won’t let anyone bury Li tie’s body underground.”

Thinking of this, Ning Fei planned to go to the cemetery at the back of the mountain at the north of the village to take a look.

Normally, a funeral in the village could not be broadcast live. It was not in line with the values that were being promoted. The live broadcast room would be banned.

Ning Fei did not go over immediately.

In the afternoon, Ning Fei went to the back of the mountain in the north of the village to take a look. There was no live broadcast of the back of the mountain.

He could see that in the back of the mountain in the north of the village, there was a new grave. There were also signs of offerings, fruits, burnt ashes of paper money, and so on.

Ning Fei saw a pastoral dog whose fur was a little white at a glance.

The pastoral dog was lying on one side of the grave. It was curled up and had its eyes closed. It seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

The village chief said that the dog had not eaten for several days.

There were many offerings of fruits, meat, and other food on the altar next to it.

But the dog did not move.

It should know what had happened.

But it only wanted to quietly accompany its master.

After all, to it, that ordinary old man was its entire life.

“Woof!”

The little dog saw the dog at Ning Fei’s feet from afar. It barked as if it wanted to wake up something.

“Little Dog, let’s go.”

Ning Fei sighed and said to the little dog, then turned around and left.

He didn’t want to disturb the dog.

The little dog stopped and looked at the dog lying on the ground for a while, then turned around and saw that Ning Fei had already gone far away. He hurriedly increased his speed to catch up.

This time, the little dog ran exceptionally fast.