its 260: Weird Visit

A group of young ladies looked around the poem for a long time and sighed, but no one was lamenting the poem that became a star, but just praising Su Huier's words.

When Cheng Xingxing heard their praise, he noticed that Su Huier's name was written in the signature.

This girl's handwriting is beautiful! He couldn't help sighing, but then couldn't help grinning: A talented woman like her has always been an arrogant master. How can she like a person like me? Wait... At the beginning... Did I really have such a charm?

Looking at Su Huier, she frowned deeply and couldn't help shaking her head: Don't take yourself too seriously. You are an ordinary boy, with incomplete talent and beauty, and the old fantasy princess falling in love with you. People are just interested in this strange style of poetry.

Seeing that everyone was just boasting around the scroll, Su Huier's face gradually became ugly and slowly asked, "What do you think of this poem?"

"The words are very beautiful." Mr. Wei said with a smile, "But I didn't see the poem."

"What is recorded above is the dream talk that someone said after dreaming, right?" Mr. Wang was also energetic before. He sneered and looked sideways at Cheng Xingxing: "So this is the masterpiece of Cheng Gongzhu?"

A masterpiece? Cheng Xingan couldn't help but think of the game picture of Street Fighter - Russian strong Sangilv picked up an enemy and put his head down, and then sat down. When playing in the arcade hall, everyone likes to call this trick "big seat". Cheng Xingxing looked at the annoying Mr. Wang and felt that he didn't mind giving him a big taste.

He turned his head and looked at Su Huier, which meant that you caught me on such an occasion when you had nothing to do. Did you make an idea to make me happy or something?

Su Huier seemed to understand his eyes. Her face turned red, she lowered her head silently, and then resolutely raised her head: "Guys, can't you feel this poem..."

"Well, although this poem is not a masterpiece, the language is straightforward, but it is finally a good idea." The prince immediately changed his words and nodded to the scroll.

The other princes immediately agreed, saying that the meaning was similar to his.

"Your Highness." Mr. Wei bowed and said, "Sorry, I didn't see any poems."

Su Huier's face changed.

At this time, Cheng Xingxing had a good impression on Mr. Wei, who had always been aggressive. At least this boy would not change his principles to please Su Huier. This kind of person is generally not a bad person, but just stubborn and self-righteous. Thinking of this, Cheng Xing doesn't hate him very much.

"This... Although this kind of poetry is not big..." Mr. Wang wanted to come out to round up, but Mr. Wei sneered: "Poetry? I admit that this article is well-meaning and okay, but how can it be called poetry? You are all people who have been reading poetry since childhood. Do you think this can be called poetry?

"Ms. Wei, I can actually understand you." Cheng Xingxing smiled and walked over and patted Mr. Wei on the shoulder. Mr. Wei immediately dodged aside.

"Well, even if I leave a souvenir for everyone, and in order to stop fighting because of this kind of advanced style that you can't understand, I'll turn it into a form that you can accept." After Cheng Xingxing coughed, he said loudly:

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and flows to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it. The high-level mirror has sad white hair, and the morning is like green silk and evening into snow.

Life must be full of joy, and don't make the golden bottle empty against the moon.

I was born to be useful, and the money will be scattered and come back.

If you cook sheep and slaughter cattle for fun, you will have to drink 300 cups.

Cen Fuzi, Dan Qiusheng, will drink, don't stop drinking.

A song with you, please listen to me.

Bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope I won't wake up when I'm drunk.

In ancient times, sages were lonely, but only drinkers kept their names.

In the past, King Chen had a happy banquet and ten thousand happy wine fights.

Why does the owner say that he has less money? He has to take the right drink.

Five-flowered horses, thousands of gold fur, Huer will exchange for good wine, and sell eternal sorrows with you!

Farewell!"

After reading this song, he rushed to the top of the stairs, ran downstairs, and took a breath. For literary youth, stealing other people's works as their own is more or less uncomfortable, and they always feel that they have done something wrong. Thinking about it again, if Su Huier preached this poem and spread it to Su Yundi's ears, I'm afraid that I will lose myself, and I can't help but feel worried.

If he saw the shocked expressions of the people upstairs after listening to his poem, I'm afraid he would be more than simply worried.

You should know that as one of Li Bai's representative works, whether this poem is placed in front of Yunsu's talents or in front of Da Wenhao, it is enough to shock the human tiger's body and spit out three liters of blood.

He fled from Yunshu Teahouse in a panic, avoided Su Huier's literary torture, and became a star. To be honest, he is not afraid of fighting now, but this kind of thing. If you want him to look at him and treat other people's poems as his own, he really can't do it. This proves that he is a real literary youth and may become a conscientious writer in the future.

There is also a key problem. Although Su Yundi does not like literature, he can also recite a few ordinary poems.

Pret. Just pretend. Let's talk about it. Aren't you afraid that it's too humiliating when the ghost trick is revealed? The angel in his heart bit him with saliva.

Damn it, this is a noble performance! It is the expression of the conscience of a writer! How great we are! Don't listen to other people's useless idle articles, we just have a great personality! The devil in his heart smiled and was quite proud.

Hmm. Cheng Xingxing nodded, and this time he clearly agreed with the devil. Then when the angel in his heart shook his head in disappointment, he was a little supportive.

"Is it the master of the door?" A peaceful voice startled him.

"Ah." He answered unconsciously and turned around.

Behind him is a man in his thirties. The man's face was fair, his skin was smooth, he wore a black hat, and he was wearing a very wide white robe. His sleeves were closed in front of his chest, and his hands were hidden in his sleeves. His hair was straight and long, hanging from both sides of his cheeks, partly behind him and partly in front of him.

This man should be very handsome. The reason why he says "should" is that from the current appearance, he should indeed be a beautiful man, but because his eyes have been narrowed into a crack and did not open, people are not sure whether he will give people a feeling of embroidering shit with gold thread on precious silk after opening his eyes.

But no matter what, no one can deny that this man is very approachable.

He had a friendly smile on his face, and his squinting eyes also made people feel a smile. People he didn't know would inevitably nod and smile at him first. The current star is.

"Hello, sir." Cheng Xingxing involuntarily nodded to the other party.

"Sure enough, it's a master. Did I say I'm right?" The other party covered his mouth and laughed a few times. Cheng Xingxing felt that the man's laughter was also very gentle, but he couldn't say what was a little awkward.

When the man's sleeves were separated, his hands were also hidden in the sleeves. After completing the action, the two sleeves naturally closed together and held them in front of his chest. Cheng Xingxing felt that this man's movements were a bit like the minister of the Shang Dynasty in ancient Chinese paintings.

"What is it, sir?" Cheng Xing asked doubtfully.

"If it's convenient, go to the teahouse next to you?" The other party pointed not far away.

Cheng Xing looked at it and saw that it was a small teahouse, so he nodded. I just stayed in Yunshu Teahouse for a long time. I didn't drink much tea. I said a lot of nonsense. Now I'm thirsty. Someone invited me to tea, which is just right. As for what this person's intention is, let's drink first.

All the way there, Cheng Xingxing couldn't help grinning - the man's robe was so wide that he blocked his legs and feet, and his legs could not touch the robe when he walked. At this, it seemed that his legs were floating still. It's so weird.

Entering the teahouse, Cheng Xingxing thought that this person would pay attention to the location and that kind, but he didn't expect that the man just smiled at the clerk in the teahouse: "Brother, I don't usually drink much tea, and I don't know tea. I just use this place to chat with my friends. Just give me a pot. Don't be too wronged, my friend.

"I don't understand either." Cheng Xingxing hurriedly said, "Brother, you can see it and quench your thirst. I'm really a little thirsty."

The guy couldn't help laughing and nodded repeatedly, saying please rest assured. As a result, he took the teacup, teapot and teacup very seriously. In strict accordance with the requirements of the tea ceremony, he was busy making tea and washing tea for a long time before offering a cup of tea to the two of them, and then retreated with a smile.

"Sometimes things in the world are really fun." The man smiled and said, "Sometimes the expectations are too high, and I often get disappointed; sometimes I just feel that it's good at will, but I often get surprises. Just like just now, we didn't want to drink tea, but the little brother was well served.

"If you want to plant flowers, flowers will not bloom, but if you don't want to plant willows. Sir, is that what you mean?" Cheng Xingxing asked with a smile.

"Yes!" The other party sighed, "You said that very well. It can be seen that you are a talented person.

"What a big talent, this is a saying in my hometown." The star broke out in a cold sweat. Don't force me to talk about poetry and literature like Su Huier. In that case, I will go crazy.

"Well, the people in your hometown are all talented." The man laughed.

"Who is your husband? What can I do for you? Let's go straight to the point." Cheng Xingxing asked with a smile.

"It's nothing." The man smiled and neither drank tea nor answered the question of becoming a star. I watched your game. It was really awesome. I'm afraid you can't find a rival in Tianyin. Of course, I mean the wild generals.

"Sir, you are so praised." Cheng Xingxing grinned and asked again, "Sir, who the hell are you?"

"People are always full of curiosity and fear about strange things." The man smiled, "If I tell you my name, you will feel much more at ease. But how do you know whether the name is true or not? Obviously, I can't tell the true from the false, but I still want to know that this kind of psychology of people, do you think is funny?

"Sir, can't you answer my question directly?" Cheng Xingxing felt a little helpless. If it hadn't been for the other party's appearance that there were five people and six people who didn't seem to be mentally ill, Cheng Xing Xing got up early and left.

"Does a positive answer make sense?" The man smiled and nodded into the star's cup: "Drink tea first, drink a cup of tea."

Cheng Xingxing felt that this man was really inexplicable, but when he saw his kind face, he couldn't bear to get up and go. He shook his head and picked up the cup.

When he was about to drink, the smile on the other party's face suddenly disappeared, and a white light flew out of his sleeve and went straight to become a star.