Chapter 246: 1 Poem

Carey and Du Di'an came to the prominent steps above the hall. Carey cleared his throat and said loudly: "Everyone—" The high-pitched tone immediately attracted the attention of the chatting nobles from all over the hall, and the hall where there was a lot of whispers instantly quiet down. He tidied up the tie on his chest, with a gentleman's smile on his face, and said: "Welcome to St. Petersburg, today is a grand day, as you all know, our Temple of Elements recently gave birth to a new 'era' medalist , In the 300-year history of Sylvia's giant wall, there are only seventeen people who have won this medal!"

"Everyone is a character who has influenced an era!"

In the face of the attention of many nobles, he smiled slightly, without any restraint, and his demeanor was still authentic: "I believe you have heard the name of the new textile machine, and you have all seen this masterpiece bestowed by the God of Light."

Some of the nobles below had smiles on their faces, and matched his words: "I have seen it, I use it at home."

"This is a great piece of art!"

"Praise the Almighty God of Light!"

Carey smiled slightly and said: "The emergence of new textile machines is not just to improve the efficiency of textiles, but an inspiration given to us by the God of Light. This is a grand blueprint. In the future, you will see a lot of them one after another. New great masterpieces that make our lives better and better."

There was applause from below.

Carey smiled and said: "As a foreshadowing, I won't say too much. Tonight is just a banquet. Just enjoy yourself. Here is the protagonist of our banquet, the winner of the Medal of the Times, and the god of the new textile machine. Maker, Mr. Du Di'an!"

After his words fell, Du Dian, who was waiting next to him, stepped up the steps and stood at the highest place in the audience, where the light was brightest and the most eye-catching. He looked around at the many nobles below, and suddenly thought that he was still a scavenger many years ago. At the time of the meeting, at the banquet, the protagonist at that time was Melshaya, the daughter of the Mel family, and she was just a small person in a dark corner who was not noticed.

"Thank you for coming to support." Du Di'an smiled calmly, without any timidity or weakness on his face. When he finished speaking, his eyes turned to Srudi, who had a smile on his face. The slightest hostility, clapping and congratulations. If it is an ordinary person, you may think that the other party has released his previous suspicions, but Du Dian can feel from his experience of hunting monsters many times that there is a deep coldness under this smile, and it can also be seen from the market in Songguo Town. This matter won't stop there, but he didn't give it a cold look, on the contrary, he also showed a gentle smile.

Looking away, Du Dian glanced at the other nobles. In addition to the top nobles like Srudi, there were Abel from the Milan family, Mace from the Mel family, and more than a dozen others with the same temperament. extraordinary person,

Behind these people, he saw Fulin standing in the crowd, leaning on crutches, his back was slightly hunched, and there was a gratified smile on his face.

Metz in the crowd looked at Du Dian on the stage with a bit of consternation on his face. He didn't expect that this young man, who was not luxuriously dressed, would be the protagonist tonight and the winner of the medal of this era. Thinking of the previous irony of the other party, his face was blue and red, and his eyes showed a bit of anger, but he quickly restrained, and there was a faint smile on his face.

Du Di'an saw Aniya at the outer periphery of the crowd, and beside her stood a slightly old-fashioned middle-aged woman and a lady in a velvet coat. Compared with the aristocratic jeweled dress, it seems depressingly low-key.

When he stared at the past, Aniya felt his gaze and cast eager eyes.

After Du Di'an touched it, he retracted it, and said softly, "I met a childhood friend before and promised to write a poem for her. Taking this opportunity, I will show my ugliness on the spot, and please don't make fun of it."

Carey next to him was slightly taken aback, writing a poem? Do you still write poetry?

The many nobles below the steps were also stunned, but they quickly reacted, and someone immediately laughed: "It is our honor to hear the 'Times' medal winners write poems. Mr. Du is really versatile!"

"Young and promising..."

The other nobles also immediately said that most of the speakers were the nobles in the middle and back row, and the top nobles of the various consortiums in front were all smiling slightly and did not speak.

Du Dian glanced at Srudi in the crowd, and some modern poems he saw from the super chip emerged in his heart, and immediately recited gently:

"If I love you—"

"It's not like the climbing Ling Xiaohua, who uses your tall branches to show off."

"If I love you—"

"Never learn from infatuated birds, repeating monotonous songs for the greenery;"

"It's not just like a spring, it brings cool comfort all year round;"

"It's not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your majesty."

"Even daylight."

"Even spring rain."

"No, that's not enough!"

"I must be a kapok next to you, standing with you as the image of a tree."

The faint verses were slowly read from Du Di'an's mouth, and the restless voices in the hall became quiet, only echoing the clear voice of this young man, and the arrogant poetry in the beauty.

After reading this, Du Dian did not continue to read the second half. This poem is called "To the Oak Tree", which is a love poem by a female poet. The second half is more feminine, so he kept it.

When Du Di'an's voice did not sound for a long time, everyone knew that the poem had come to an end. For a time, many nobles showed a bit of surprise in their eyes. Although most of them did not understand poetry, the nobles were very interested in drama and drama. The love of poetry, music and other arts is a perennial nurturing. In the eyes of the nobles, ritual education and works of art are often more expensive than money and wealth.

"Good poem!" A fat middle-aged nobleman cheered on the spot.

The other nobles came back to their senses and suddenly applauded.

Aniya, who was standing behind the crowd, was slightly stunned. Suddenly, the scene that impressed her many years ago appeared again in front of her eyes. On the side of the cold and windy street, the little boy who faced her sharply questioned but looked calm. Boy, just like the sentence she just read, "It's not like a climbing lily flower, show off yourself with your tall branches", although she has never heard of 'high lily flower', it does not prevent her from understanding the general meaning of the verse, then The implied stubbornness penetrated deeply into her heart, just like the dark and deep eyes of the young man, making her unable to look directly, the eager smile on her face suddenly fell silent, and she slowly lowered her head. (To be continued.)