Chapter 402 A poem!
In the early morning, in a high-end hotel in downtown Chongqing, after breakfast, two men sat by the window and drank coffee, because it was still early. At this time, there were not many people in the restaurant on the seventh floor, and there were only a few people. Several waiters at the bar were ready to greet guests at any time.
He is very tall, his face is dark, and he is full of roughness. Even if he simply sits there, he can give people a sense of oppression. It is Ying Zheng. At this time, sitting opposite Ying Zheng is Xiao Qian, the person sent by the Xiao family in Fujian Province. He is a middle-aged man who seems to be very ordinary, with a flat temperament and a low-key way. It seems that if he is still in the crowd of civilians, no one will regard him as a person who can call for wind and rain in any region of Fujian. The Xiao family is low-key, but low-key and style. For many years of ups and downs, even if the underworld has been changed, the Xiao family will not fail. In China, the Xiao family is not the most awesome, but There is a kind of unknown kind of person, but he can stand in line every time without making mistakes. This time, the Li family can make a person and let the Xiao family agree to participate in this task, which is not the result of innocent worry and fear.
Ying Zheng lit a cigarette, took a sip, blinked his mouth, looked at Xiao Qian and grinned and said, "Your old man didn't send your brother here, but sent you here. This time I was a little surprised, but to be honest, it's really right to send you this time, so I still admire your old man,"
Xiao Qian laughed and said, "If my brother comes, you two can't fight again?" My old man said that Mu Fan, a young man, is a dying man. It's just right for our Xiao family to send you as a waste, and you won't feel sad if you die!"
Hearing Xiao Qian's words, Ying Zheng laughed and threw a cigarette at the latter, which made Xiao Qian slightly stunned.
"Smoke, your brother can't afford to smoke my cigarette, but you can. In this area of the Xiao family, I like you the most. You and I know it well, and don't tell me those different nonsense. Mu Fan is my cousin. How long his life is? My old man has already seen through it. Your old man can also touch one or two. Third," Ying Zheng said calmly;
Xiao Qian was not angry when he was slapped in the face by Ying Zheng in public. He leaned forward and whispered, "You get to the bottom with me. Will your cousin become the second Qu Tiandao?"
Ying Zheng was slightly stunned, frowned and looked at Xiao Qian, and said seriously, "Although your Xiao family is not a big family in China, which big family has done something that shocked China in modern times? Even in the period of the Republic of China, the four families under Lao Jiang were just rich people who had lived for decades. Which one would last long? That's not promising, that's stupid! Do you know why only China in the world is an ancient nation that has never had a fault? That's called a long-term vision..."
Xiao Qian nodded and smiled, "In fact, our Xiao family will continue for hundreds of years, which is also an ancient family..."
Ying Zheng was slightly stunned and said yes. The two looked at each other, and then laughed tacitly.
Ying Zheng felt that the time was about the same. He looked at the latter and said, "Today, the Zhao family and the Chen family are going to get married, which is a happy event. We should also send congratulatory gifts to others."
"I've been ready for a long time," Xiao Qian nodded and smiled;
Two people got up and left at the same time. At the same time, forces from all over the country in Chongqing also started one after another. Instead of meeting, they took people directly to Huaxi District, Guiyang with generous gifts.
At this time, in the Zhao family courtyard in Huaxi District, Guiyang, the road leading to the villa was full of all kinds of famous cars. From afar, they were photographed into a long dragon. At this time, there were no white tables and chairs in the front yard of the villa. There were red couplets pasted at the door, and there were lights in the courtyard, and there were lights everywhere. In the festive atmosphere of the film, Zhao Yuan and Chen Tiannan are busy greeting their relatives and friends who come to Daoxi. Zhao Yuan's ancestral home is Shandong, and his hometown has no relatives for a long time, so most of them are business friends. There are many rich businessmen, while Chen Tiannan is a local resident. Naturally, there are many relatives and friends, but what is amazing is amazing. A large part of his relatives and friends are senior officials from all over Guizhou. In this comparison, Zhao Yuan felt a lot of pressure.
At this time, in the backyard of the villa, it seemed much quieter. Everyone went to the front yard to help. In the huge yard, there were only two empty figures.
In addition to a large flowering, there are also five peach blossom trees in the yard. At this time, it is spring and the peach blossoms are in full bloom. There is a beautiful shadow sitting under the peach tree. Last night, people's hair was deliberately made into a hairstyle that many brides like now. The woman has no makeup, but her pink face is as bright as a peach blossom on her head. The woman's calm and indifferent look makes the man beside her more obsessed. Women dress simply, with a white shirt, a blue floral dress and slippers. Occasionally, there was a trace of gly on her face. A spring breeze blew, and the woman reached out and grabbed the falling peach blossom, and then she was stunned.
And today's Sina Chen Guidong, the young man standing next to her at this time, smiled faintly and said, "There are still two hours left. I'll go to the front yard to greet the guests first. If you like, just stay here for a while. It doesn't matter if you change your clothes later."
The woman nodded, and the man smiled and left.
At this time, a woman suddenly came from the front yard, about 50 years old, Liu Chunhua, a nanny who had been working in the Zhao family for 20 years. She walked to the woman and gave her a book.
"Miss, this is a gift from the guest, saying that it will be handed over to you in person."
The woman nodded. After Liu Chunhua left, she looked at it gently and casually. It was a collection of Guo Moruo's poems and smiled bitterly. Is this thing still useful for her now? I wanted to put it down, but I opened it.
She had read Guo Moruo's poetry collection for a long time, and she was not unfamiliar with it. When she opened it again, she had a different experience, but everything looked at it lightly, but when she turned to the middle, she saw a letteringe. She opened it curiously and read it again, but it was unforgettable.
The First Language
Evening,
The edge of the sky,
It rained through the clouds,
In the wind,
Someone is choked.
Pity for each other
Spring is in full bloom,
Year of Golden Valley,
Who is the master of the chaotic spring?
The grass is fragrant, swaying in the wind,
The trees are full of peach blossoms, dancing coquettish in this spring.
The cold duck is playing on the green wave,
At the broken bridge,
Someone laughs and is silent.
The blooming of that year
That year,
Viewing,
Walk here,
It is messy and desolate, except for the water waves by the river and the sunshine of the stone bridge on the river!
Rise, climb the bridge to drink, sing to the river, splash ink on the river,
For a while,
Move the river, sow everything, and warm the spring!
Suddenly hear the sound of the thorn, looking into the distance!
On the edge of the sky, only a flat boat floated, and suddenly it was silent!
At the bow of the boat, you hold a paper umbrella, dressed in plain clothes, ice and jade, as beautiful as a fairy Linjiang.
Your language;
The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, the flowers are all over the wild, the river is green and red in the sky, and you are beautiful in the water!
You said;
Winter goes and spring returns, the sky is blue, the mountains and the clear water are beautiful, and on the bridge on the shore, the gentleman is like the wind in the distance!
From now on, you have no intention, and you still have no time to leave...
The Flower Failure of That Year
In spring, you are full of red beauty all over the mountains, and I have cut out the mysterious scenery of the whole river.
A hut on the shore, in the morning light, light smoke curling, water duck fences, all warm colors.
You play the piano by the water, and I play the flute on the bridge.
Jealous of time, fascinated by the scenery, just like the wild legend!
One day, the war horse trampled on this mountain forest, and the ground was full of peach blossoms planted by you. The stone bridge on the river was broken. From then on, your voice and appearance were far away, and my mind was lonely.
Missing in the Wind
Returning in spring, you are white!
The glass begins to be mottled!
looking at the river,
The sky was pierced by your eyes!
Evening,
The edge of the sky,
It rained through the clouds,
In the wind,
Someone is choked,
Tears wet the memory,
Everything is flooded,
The sparkling,
Whose reflection is still low?
In the dream,
The kite you set off came,
And your still solidified voice, tears!
You blame you for being stupid, and you don't regret it!
Wake up,
A person's scenery is still falling.
The Lost Body, Immortal Memories
Spring is coming again,
And the silence outside the window,
I'm free,
The lonely shadow by the river,
I'm alone in this world!
The warm wind and scenery,
Aanshan moved,
The back is bleak!
The shore is tilted, and the broken bridge is still empty!
The sunset is red, as gorgeous as your delicate face!
You have pale hair,
Your return, far away or indefinite,
The flower lost another season,
The lonely grave by the river has long been lonely,
Your Lonely Soul,
I'm still worried,
Rainy day,
Who is holding up the clear sky for you, forever, with you!
There was no indination, only sadness. The woman burst into tears in an instant and stood up and walked to her room with a book. The back is bleak.
(This is written for a woman after Tomb-sweeping Day this year! It's not perfunctory. It's good to use it here...)