Chapter 308 Short Song Line

(I don't know if it is a powerful magnetic field brought by the night snack. The network in the house is black and unstable, and often can't even open a web page.)

Ghost Festival talks about a little supernatural: half asleep and half awake, the dead grandfather staggered over. He came to me and said: Granddaughter, I have received the crazy 4s you burned me, but there is no charger. I replied quickly: Grandpa, I'm sorry to ask you to come and pick it up in person, and I'll burn it for you. Grandpa smiled and said, "Granddaughter, you know grandpa's legs and feet are inconvenient, so you can send it to me later." Suddenly, I woke up and just wanted to reach out to wipe the sweat on my forehead, but I was shocked to find that he was holding the crazy charger in his right hand... - Zhang Deshuai tells a ghost story

Friday, September 16, 2011 Sunny

Li Bai, who was drunk just now, is now rising from the smell of wine, and his nose is **. Then he made a drunken chant: "The bells and drums are not expensive enough. I hope I won't wake up drunk for a long time."

But his next words are his original intention: "Good wine! Good wine!"

After admiring, Li Bai opened a pair of sleepy eyes to take away from my hand * wine bottle. I won't be fooled by such a trick.

When Li Bai was empty, he looked at me doubtfully.

"Li Ke, is it me?" Li Bai has woken up from drunkenness, so I came up and said to him.

"Who are you?" Although Li Bai has woken up from drunkenness, he is not very conscious.

"I'm Zhang Deshuai. I said I would bring you a collection of poems last time." I continued to remind.

Poetry collection? What collection of poems? Li Bai became puzzled again.

"From a distance, Mount Tai is dark, and the top is thin and the bottom is thick. If Mount Tai is turned upside down, the bottom is thin and the top is thick. I recited the song "Taishan" in "The Poems of Xiaokun" to Li Bai again to remind him.

In this way, Li Bai understood. His body shook and looked at me and suddenly said, "So it's that realistic Zhang Deshuai?"

Li Bai understood, and I was much more proud. Who made Li Bai a poet? For him, there are only two hobbies in his life, one is wine and the other is poetry. And now, I hold wine on the left and recite poems on the right. Such a ** does not make Li Bai moved.

It's better to bribe 3,000 people than to do what they like! I still understand this truth.

"Have you brought a collection of poems?" A strong smell of wine spewed out from Li Bai's mouth.

I shook my head. Can a collection of poems like Xiaokun Poems be available to everyone?

Li Bai couldn't help sighing when he saw my reaction. He shook his head and said, "It's really fateless, fateless!"

"However, this time I brought other poems." After that, I began to raise.

Li Bai did not immediately show surprise when he heard what I said. He looked at me and said, "Don't say you brought the last poem?"

"What poem?" Seriously, I really forgot.

"That's the bank card." Li Bai hummed from his nose, "That is also called poetry!"

"I have to, this time it's a real poem!" I shouted in a hurry.

With my shouting, not only Li Bai was interested, but also Cui Hu was interested. Don't forget that poetry is also attractive to such a guy who can write "Tidu Chengnanzhuang".

I held the brush handed over by Cui Hu in my hand, meditated, and wrote a nonsense poem: "A lonely monk returned alone, closed the door and covered the firewood. In the middle of the night, the cuckoo thanked the leopard for craying.

Looking at this poem, Li Bai and Cui Hu both sneered. Their reaction surprised me a little, but I soon understood. Such an orthodox poem is almost the same as the prey pointed by the leap earth steel fork in their eyes.

Looking at the sneer at the corners of their mouths, I felt proud. This nonsense poem was originally looked down upon by them.

Next is what I want to write. I held the brush in the position of holding a pen and wrote the following poem crookedly:

Looking from afar, above the toad palace; there is a dream, shining.

Yesterday has passed away, and my worries have been exposed; when I see my son, I am green in the wild.

Holding me in my arms, the river rises and waves rise; the beauty is accompanied by the hall.

As soon as this poem was written, the sneer at the corners of Li Bai and Cui Hu's mouth disappeared. They first looked at the paper carefully. After looking at it, the two of them asked me, "Such a poem needs to be sung. Can you sing it?"

"Why is this so difficult?" I immediately raised my voice and sang: "I'm looking at the moon in the distance. How many dreams are flying freely..."

The song of country heavy metal music echoed in the room of the household registration department. Li Bai and Cui Hu were intoxicated, and finally they sighed: "It's just a little hard to sing!"

The emotion of Li Bai and Cui Hu made my face red. I didn't expect them to be so direct.

However, Li Bai then asked me, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes!" I'm proud now, and the pen is another song:

The sky is vast, as if sending me love.

At the foot of the green mountains, hundreds of flowers bloom.

He Ge swings, He Qu expresses his feelings.

The river is raging and comes from the sky.

Hundreds of rivers return to the sea.

The song of the score is expected by the public.

and sing freely.

What's wrong with Dili?

The beauty of the woman is more beautiful than the color.

Only lovesickness, the rest of love remains.

The national style is dazzling, and the song is lamented.

"Can you sing?" This time, Cui Hu is urging me.

"The vast world is my love, and the flowers are blooming at the foot of the endless green mountains..." This time, I sang "The Most Dazzling National Style".

When this song "The Most Dazzling National Style" was sung, Li Bai and Cui Hu were even more shocked. Jiang Yingyu put up with a smile.

In the end, the two strove their hands and smiled. After laughing, they praised me and said, "This time it's worse than last time! However, the rhythm of this poem is very fast.

"Is there anything else?" Cui Hu also urged me.

At this time, Jiang Yingyu came over and quietly reminded me, "Handsome, why don't you give them a song? They must like that kind of divine song?"

I thought that Jiang Yingyu would definitely not sing, so I was picked with this, and I couldn't help contempt for her. But he said, "I don't know. I think that "Wond" should be a rare divine song. Can everyone sing it?"

As soon as this word came out, I saw the unconcealed loss on the faces of Li Bai and Cui Hu, and hurriedly said, "However, I recently know a very touching poem called Jiangnan Style."

With these words, Li Bai and Cui Hu's eyes lit up. Li Bai was not even interested in wine. He quickly said, "Write it out quickly?"

"This is easy to say, but?" At this moment, Li Bai and others have lifted their appetite, so the next step should be to do business.

"I understand! I understand!" Li Bai also knew that the reason why I ran over was definitely not to carry forward the spirit of Bethune.

Cui Hu saw that Li Bai had already made a statement, so he nodded to me.

Seeing that both of them were interested, I said the purpose of our coming this time.

Hearing my words, Li Bai hesitated: "Handsome, is this a little difficult to do?"

I quickly stuffed the wine bought by the sloppy into Li Bai's hand and said, "You are always working hard, are you always working hard?"

"If this is what happened to you last time, it would be better for me." Li Bai looked embarrassed, "You know, those files have been sealed. If you want to move, you need the above approval.

Li Bai's words made me feel cold. I didn't expect things to be so difficult.

At this time, Cui Hu said more: "Isn't it non-negotiable?"

This peak twisting sentence made my sinking heart rise again.

Cui Hu's method is very simple, as long as the seal is taken out. When Li Bai heard this, he nodded with a smile.

When Cui Hu saw Li Bai like this, he knew that the matter had been agreed by Li Bai. He dodged into the room.

This time, it took a long time for Cui Hu to return. In his hand, he had a roll of files that were a little yellow.

When we looked through Han Qiaosheng's file, we were shocked. Because there is something wrong with what the big tongue tells us in the file.

There is nothing else. The strangest thing is that Han Qiaosheng's death was not March 31, 1927, but September 2, 1949. Cause of death: fire.

This time, it was very unexpected...