Chapter 46 Ding Yi's Remedies

"What the hell is it?"

"It's just stripping off--" the reporter said.

"Damn, isn't it still to take off your clothes and recite poems?"

"No, don't worry. Listen to me first." The reporter said.

"Say it."

"It's just that after taking off your clothes, you can recite poems and hit the hand/gun at the same time."

"A threw/gun? I thought weapons should be controlled in our country. Where did you get the pistol? Also, isn't it dangerous for you to listen to your poems while you are chanting poems while hitting hands/guns?

As soon as Ding Yi finished saying this, he suddenly understood that what he said was "the hitter/gun" was not really the hitter/gun, but that one (in order to avoid injurification, the author deleted the word N here). Thinking of this, I can't help but be funny and disgusting.

"Damn, it's really slewd. What kind of bird is this?" He thought.

But he has to continue to pretend to be very modest on the surface. Sure enough, it was the fairy fart - extraordinary, which made my little brother unexpected. I admire it."

"Do you know that this method of chanting poems has other benefits?" The reporter said again.

"Oh? What's the benefit?"

"In addition to being cool in summer, another advantage is that you can recite poems while being ** wet. Another advantage is that when the ** of your poems come, your physiology ** comes together, which is called the unity of poetry and the world is invincible; another biggest advantage is--"

Everyone listened with their breath and wanted to hear what he said.

"That is, if you want to see who doesn't like, you can aim at him and shoot him all over."

Because he received too much stimulation in this account tonight, Ding Yi no longer has the impulse to vomit blood.

"This is an unexpected benefit." Ding Yi stammered and flattered.

"That's it. If the person who is shot by you dares to be anxious with you, it means that he is uneducated and does not understand the unity of people and poetry. Think about it, who will admit that he is uneducated? So he won't be anxious with you. He will applaud and praise your poems when he is shot by you. So this is the greatest advantage of this way of reciting."

"I admire it." In addition to these two words, Ding Yi can't think of any other words that can accurately express his mood at this time.

"Actually, there is another most shocking wet method. Shocking ghosts and gods! The world is original and unique. There is no one before and no one after. Do you still want to hear it? The reporter asked.

Ding Yi's imagination has been exhausted, and I really can't think of any way to be more shocking than beating a hand/gun while chanting poetry. In the end, curiosity prevailed. He asked, "What method? Is it more shocking than what you just said?"

"Actually, it's similar to the first two methods I just mentioned, but it's just a step further." The reporter said.

"A step further? How can we go further?" The audience asked.

"Stupid." The reporter smiled and said, "The first method is to take off your clothes and recite poems. The second method is to take off your clothes and recite poems while hitting the gun. The third method is more advanced than the first two methods. What do you think can be more than taking off your clothes and singing poems?"

Ding Yi vaguely guessed eight or nine points, but he was afraid that what he said wrong would cause the poet's contempt, so he paused for a moment and still didn't say anything.

Seeing that no one answered around, the reporter said proudly, "Oh, it's just to take off all your clothes and find a literary young woman who loves poetry to cooperate with you to recite poems."

Ding Yi wanted to ask him, "Are you reciting poetry or ** wet?" Or both?"

As soon as I heard the two keywords of "undressing" and "young woman", this topic immediately aroused the interest of the majority of the audience. Everyone was enthusiastic and urged reporters one after another: "Say it quickly, what's going on**?"

Ding Yi also wanted to hear how the reporter explained his poetry and wet method. Suddenly, an untimely idea flashed into his mind, and he was shocked by this idea into a cold sweat.

"Now I'm cleaning up the erotic/emoment books. If the reporter suddenly says something that is not suitable for children, and the author's work is banned as **/diffic books, won't this work die? If this work dies, the fate of my hero will come to an abrupt end. No, this kind of thing must not happen.

He made up his mind that if the reporter said something too erotic/sotic, he must help him round up these words, so that the majority of readers can conclude that these words are actually not erotic/sotic at all, so this book is not a erotic/sotic book.

This is a task full of challenges. Ding Yi wiped the sweat on his forehead and secretly prepared.

The reporter was full of complacent and said his wet method of chanting poems: "Before you prepare to recite poems, you must first take off your clothes."

Ding Yi thought for a moment, but the scene described in this sentence is not very erotic/affecative. After all, the poet is promiscuous, takes off his clothes and recites poems, which is also understandable. Just for this sentence, I think that the majority of readers will not think this is a lustful/affective reading.

The reporter described the second stage of his poem: "After taking off all her clothes, call a young literary young woman in clothes and let her stand in front of you with her back to you."

Ding Yi began to get nervous. If he continued to develop like this, he seemed to start to have some sex. But young women are dressed. A young literary and artistic young woman in clothes, standing in front of a wet young man who is a reporter and poet with his back, should not be classified as sex/sex, right?

Just like a male ** model, standing in front of a female painter, such a scene will not be called sex, will it? Ding Yi thought for a moment. If it is classified as sex/in love like this, the Academy of Fine Arts can't be opened. The models inside will be expelled, the professor will be called a beast, and the Academy of Fine Arts will be sealed up as a dirty place...

This is unimaginable. In the past, Pan Yuliang's art academy seemed to have been closed down by a warlord in the name of indevilification. Decades have passed, and up to now, the warlord has been spurned by people.

So, the same scale - a ** person faces another or a group of people of the opposite sex in clothes, the same reason - is in the name of art, so as long as the art academy that paints ** models will not be sealed up in the name of indecent, the author's work will not be read as **/ tamply. It is forbidden in the name of things. Ding Yi was very gratified to have figured this out.

"So far, the scale has been grasped. I don't know if the poet will say any amazing words later? Ding Yi thought to himself. However, even if he makes a more amazing move, it's not a big deal. Even if he makes love with that literary young woman on the spot, it's nothing. Isn't there often scenes of animals making/love in Animal World? People are advanced animals. To put it bluntly, it is a kind of animal. Similarly, Animal World is not sealed up. This depicts the poet's treacherous and wet people. No, no, he is a poet and The literary and artistic works of wet people's public/love behavior should not be seized.

Ding Yi thought about it again and felt that his excuse was too far-fetched to convince himself, let alone convince others. Besides, if Ding Yi didn't remedy it when the poet wet man said something out of the way, he seemed to shirk his responsibility.

Let's listen to how the poet wet man continues and then act with the camera.

The poet continued to say proudly, "I recited poems while forcibly stripping off this young literary woman..."

"It's not good!" Ding Yi secretly shouted, "Not only sex/in love, but he also dares to play **! It's seriously beyond the scale! It won't work without remediation!" At this moment of lightning, Ding Yi subconsciously said to the majority of readers, "Take off the spiritual coat of this literary young woman who is closed by the shackles of the soul..."

This long sentence covers the word "clothes" of the poet's wet man.

"Then forcibly insert her..."

"...insert into the depths of her soul..." Ding Yi continued to answer.

"Then, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, two, two, three, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, four, four, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... When we reach ** together, I will shoot..."

"... I shouted like a hero: '"Xia Ke Xing and "Tianlong Babu, which one do you like to watch?" Ding Yi took this sentence breathlessly, almost exhausting his energy and almost couldn't help fainting on the spot.

The poet looked at him inexplicably and said, "What are you muttering here?"

Ding Yi took a long breath and said, "I'm sorry, I have such a problem of talking to myself. It's okay, you go on."

"What to continue? I've finished it." The poet said.

Ding Yi wiped the sweat off his head and thought about it. He finally covered all the inappropriate words of the poet and reporter. Finally, he did not disgrace his mission and felt very gratified.

"It's fate today. I'll do it in this way right away. Oh, there are no literary and artistic young women here? Then in the second way, let's recite a poem for everyone, okay?" As soon as the reporter's interest came up, it seemed difficult to stop. After saying that, he rubbed his fists and rubbed his palms and wanted to untie his clothes.

Everyone was stunned for a moment. It would be too late to stop him if he took off all his clothes, but he was a journalist. Although his education level was not high, he also knew that he was the one who had the right to speak. The words that abruptly stopped him seemed too disgly to give him face. In case he soared and wrote everyone as ten evil. The unforgivable bad guy deserves to be shot hundreds of times, and the consequences are unimaginable. Thinking of this, everyone looked at each other and had no idea. The new Liu Guan reacted quickly and said quickly, "Comrade reporter, you still have to interview the rotten buttocks and rotten gentleman. In the future, you will have the opportunity to appreciate your way of chanting poems. Besides, the weather has been bad these two days, and it is not easy to dry clothes. The conditions in the trumpet are simple and there is no raincoat, so I don't have the conditions to appreciate your poems for the time being. Let's sing it again when we have a chance. Is it okay for everyone to say?

"Good."

Everyone answered in unison. It is also neat and uniform, sonorous and powerful, full of vitality, and inspiring. Even Ding Yi, who is usually careless, was infected and couldn't help shouting.

The reporter sees that everyone's ideas are so unified. Besides, so far, although he has some advanced ideas, he has not fully reached the realm of the poet's recklessness. He can't be regarded as a real wet man, and he is more or less rational, so he still Taking care of everyone's emotions, so he no longer forced himself and said, "Well, I'll sing it to you next time. Let me continue to interview the rotten ass and rotten man. Please applaud.