Only you and I know in the world.

I wrote a poem for you alone.

These two sentences are almost a crit of love for all girls.

Qiqi's eyes were full of brilliance, and his heart beat violently again, and he nodded vigorously: "Hmm." ”

This is the first time that a senior has given her a gift. And this gift is so special, looking at the world, it is estimated that few people can afford it. After all, as Wang Huan's literary master, the value of reciting a poem casually is immeasurable.

Qiqi decided to treasure this poem as her own secret.

No one tells.

In the black-screen live broadcast room, netizens laughed happily when they heard Wang Huan's words.

"Well, only the two of you know in the world. ”

"I swear, I can't hear except I can't see. ”

"Brothers, I took the initiative to turn off the sound. ”

"Except for the two of you, millions of people in the world know about it. ”

Of course, there are also some netizens who are in a hurry, and everyone heard Wang Huan say that he wanted to read poetry. It's like stepping on your own tail and almost jumping up.

"How do I have a sense of foreboding?"

"My back was cold, and I left. ”

"You just wrote a poem during the Lantern Festival, and you want to be a demon in just a few days?"

"Everyone is merciful, Brother Huan doesn't know. ”

"Everyone, please call Qiqi immediately, immediately to turn off the live broadcast. ”

In the middle of the night, the magic capital, the almost endless Yangtze River estuary looks shocking, and there are many boats coming and going in the distance on the dark river, shining with a little light.

The cold wind by the river gradually became stronger, and Qiqi couldn't help but wrap her down jacket tightly, showing her slender waist, coupled with her originally tall figure, exuding a girlish atmosphere.

Wang Huan stared at Qiqi closely, and when he saw that her face was blushing, he said:

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

Jagged wattles, left and right flowing. My Fair Lady, I covet it.

I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning.

……”

Guan Ju!

In the usual world, almost everyone knows love poems. It is excerpted from the beginning of the Book of Songs and has been widely circulated. In particular, the phrase "My Fair Lady, Good Gentleman" has almost become a common saying in the world and has been on the lips of countless people. Even if he is a scumbag, he can pop out of his mouth when picking up girls, and the words "My Fair Lady, Gentleman is good" can pretend to be forced. From this, we can see how influential this exemplar of love in a parallel world is.

And at this moment, when Qiqi heard "My Fair Lady, Gentleman is Good", the deer in his heart began to collide. If Wang Huan said this poem to a scumbag girl, maybe the other party hadn't reacted yet, just looked confused. But Qiqi is a scholar, so he almost instantly experienced the fiery emotions in the poem.

"Is this the Valentine's Day gift from my senior?"

What a beautiful poem, such a straightforward expression of emotions.

Qiqi was stupid when he heard it.

In the black-screen live broadcast room, a group of voyeurs are stupid.

"Damn, what does this poem say?"

"Labor and management don't understand, what about the aunt? Hurry up and translate!"

"What the hell, a litter of pigs is locked up and you're drinking porridge?"

"Bullshit poetry, I didn't understand anything. ”

"Directly scared silly, if I understand, it means that the poems written by Brother Huan are simple and easy to understand, even if they are on the textbook, they are not afraid. But Nima's barrage didn't understand it at all, what does this mean? It means that the poison king is magnifying his moves again! The key thing is that the poison king himself doesn't know yet. Students, hold on!"

Although most netizens watching the live broadcast don't know what Wang Huan is talking about, there is never a shortage of gods on the Internet.

Soon, someone wrote Wang Huan's poems, although some words were incorrect, but eight or nine were not far from ten. What's more, these gods also explain the meaning of the poem in detail in parentheses.

So the barrage exploded again.

"It's so hard to understand, I can't understand it even after reading the translation. ”

"For the first time, labor and management saw how Xueba fell in love. ”

"My Fair Lady, Gentleman...... Brother Huan took the pickled girl out of a new realm. ”

"At the live broadcast of large-scale dog abuse, the key thing is that the screen is black. ”

The scumbag dog silently withdrew from the live broadcast room. ”

The single dog silently withdrew from the live broadcast room. ”

The senior dog silently withdrew from the live broadcast room. ”

As the head of the Poison Army, Wei Shuo immediately discovered the problem that Qiqi forgot to close the live broadcast room, and he immediately dialed Qiqi's phone, but no one answered for a long time. Wei Shuo hurriedly dialed Wang Huan's mobile phone again, but still didn't get through.

He didn't know that Wang Huan had already set both mobile phones to mute in order to avoid being disturbed by others. As for Qiqi, just now because he was going to sing, his phone was also in silent mode all the time.

Jiang Fei also got the news, and after finding out that Wang Huan and Qiqi could not be contacted, she had to shake her head helplessly: "These two people, why are they so careless." ”

Capital.

Qu Mingfeng's expression was a little solemn, he held the poem that Wang Huan had just read in his hand, and said to Wan Xiwen next to him: "This kind of poetry seems to be traced back to the dynasties before the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it can be said to be the source of the tradition of classical literary realism, which is very valuable for research." I didn't expect Wang Huan to be able to write, and every sentence is not simple. ”

Wan Xiwen said: "Wang Huan, this stinky boy, if it weren't for the live broadcast mistake, such a good poem would definitely be hidden by him." This is a cultural treasure that may be passed on, and he actually uses it to pick up girls. ”

"It's so damnable!"

The two of them took a deep breath and shouted at the same time.

……

……

On the banks of the Yangtze River.

Wang Huan finished reading the whole poem in a tone that was subdued and frustrated and thought he was emotional. This is his carefully selected love poem. In his opinion, if he took out this heirloom in the parallel world and read it to Qiqi, the other party would definitely be deeply touched.

Now it seems that the effect makes Wang Huan very satisfied.

Qiqi was really moved, his eyes lit up, and his eyes were full of worship.

Wang Huan smiled and said, "Qiqi, do you like it?"

Qiqi snorted: "Senior, the writing is really good." No matter what others say, anyway, in my heart, you are the most powerful poet. ”

Wang Huan tidied up his collar that was messy by the river wind, and then smiled lightly: "The most powerful poet can't talk about it." But if I were to write poetry, it would be too simple. I can write you as much as you want. ”

When he said this, Wang Huan's tone revealed a faint pretending wind.

Qiqimei's eyes turned: "Really? Then I want ten?"

Wang Huan said: "Don't say ten, a hundred capitals are no problem." ”

Qiqi grinned: "Senior, since you are so powerful, anyway, as far as the two of us know tonight, no students and teachers will hunt you down, or I will come up with the topic, and you can make poems and songs for me, okay?"

How could Wang Huan miss such a moment of shining in front of Qiqi?

He waved his hand: "Although the question is correct, anyway, the long night is long and I have no intention of sleeping, I will write a hundred and eighty poems tonight! Let you see my real ability!"

？？？

Hundred...... One hundred and eighty poems?

Netizens eavesdropping in the black-screen live broadcast room.

All confused.