Hearing the sound coming from the bathroom, Tang Mengyao couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Grandpa, who are you scolding?"

"It's okay, I'll teach my grandson!" Lu Yifan said.

With a ruthless heart, he took off his pants and poured a bucket of cold water on his body, and the cold feeling made Lu Yifan's body twitch.

But the effect was still good, and within two minutes, the second brother stopped looking up.

Breathing a sigh of relief, as soon as Lu Yifan came out of the bathroom door, he saw a mouth-watering scene.

I saw Tang Mengyao lying on the sofa, Bai Shengsheng's legs were completely removed, and the plump (harmonious) buttocks wrapped in pink underwear were also half exposed.

She playfully swayed her white and tender little feet, holding a strawberry in her hand and eating it deliciously.

The juice of the strawberries slid down Tang Mengyao's jade neck into her shallow, but playful and lovely white ravine, and this exciting scene made Lu Yifan, who had just poured a bucket of water, bend down again.

"Grandpa, have you finished going to the toilet?" Tang Mengyao said with a smile.

"What's that...... I'll go again......"

The next moment, Tang Mengyao heard a burst of scolding in the toilet again.

"It's not a bad thing! Isn't it just an ass! Isn't it just a panties! I'll make you look up, suck you to death, suck you to death, I'm ......"

"What did Yifan do wrong, why did grandpa scold him so much?" Tang Mengyao shook her head helplessly, and continued to eat strawberries.

Fortunately, Tang Mengyao has the habit of going to bed early, otherwise it would be difficult for Lu Yifan to ensure that he would not be animalistic, tear her bath towel, press her to the ground and rub her hard.

But when he got up the next day, Lu Yifan found that his thin quilt was wet.

Lu Yifan couldn't help but blush, and said secretly in his heart: "How can this phenomenon still appear when I am eighty years old?

......

......

The next day, the two took a coach to Lijiang, a beautiful and romantic city.

"Sunset love, I'm coming!" Lu Yifan couldn't help shouting excitedly after getting out of the car.

However, after the two of them walked around for most of the day, Tang Mengyao first pouted and said speechlessly: "What kind of beautiful (harmonious) encounter capital, it's all a lie! I don't think the scenery here is as good as Hawaii!"

The two did meet a lot of beauties along the way, but they were all wine saucers, tea saucers, and all kinds of saucers!

made the two of them have no interest in playing at all.

It wasn't until they came to the edge of a bridge with many "love locks" tied to them that the two stopped with interest.

What you see now is a bridge inscribed by the famous sun-level poet Hezi.

When Hezi and his beloved came here, they saw that the scenery was so beautiful, so they wrote this poem "My Love" with a pen on the bridge.

Later, countless poets came here to imitate and leave their masterpieces, all of which are poems describing love, which gave rise to the beautiful scenery of the 'Love Bridge'.

Every year, the National Poetry Association will select the best poem as a promotion poem for the love trip in Lijiang, and publish it in the national high school students' Chinese textbooks, so that high school students across the country can appreciate it......" A beautiful female tour guide enthusiastically introduced the origin of the bridge.

When Tang Mengyao heard this, she looked eager to try, stepped forward, and asked the person in charge of writing the poems on the bridge for stickers and pens that could be attached to the bridge.

"Little girl, do you want to try?" an old man with the same gray hair looked at her with a smile and a twinkle in his eyes.

"Of course I think about it, old man, don't look at me young, I'm an orange moon-level poet!" After speaking, Tang Mengyao's beautiful big eyes turned and began to poem with a smile.

A beautiful woman beside the old man looked at Tang Mengyao and couldn't help but laugh: "Grandpa, how many years have it been, and the best poem every year is the song "My Love" that you wrote back then."

I don't think anyone will surpass you in another 100 years!"

It turned out that this old man was the founder of this "love bridge", the sun-level poet Hezi.

It has been more than ten years since his lover died, and he comes here every year, one is to miss the past, mourn his lover, and the other is to see how good the poet is now.

It's a pity that every year he is disappointed.

Nowadays, people's poems are all superficial and have no connotation at all.

After Tang Mengyao finished writing, she pasted her work on the bridge.

In an instant, a bunch of self-righteous poets stepped forward to judge their heads.

"It's still far worse than Mr. Hezi's work!"

"Hey, I can't say that, after all, it was written by a little girl, and at her age, it is already rare to be able to write a work of this level. ”

"Yes, after so many years, whose poetry can surpass Teacher Hezi?"

"I guess I don't see a better work in my life than what Mr. Hezi wrote. ”

When Lu Yifan heard these comments, he ran over and glanced at the so-called "My Love" written by Hezi.

After reading it, he smashed it and muttered, "It's not very good, why is it so high? Is the level of people so low now?"

"Hey, old man, don't talk nonsense if you don't know poetry, okay?"

A crisp voice attracted Lu Yifan's attention.

He turned around and saw a beautiful figure in his field of vision.

This is a young white-collar beauty, wearing a pink executive suit that can't hide her tall and graceful figure, and her beautiful voice is like a bird chirping a warbler.

Slender and well-proportioned legs, the curves outlined by flesh-colored stockings, and the long shawl hair shimmered black in the sun.

Lu Yifan's heart beat violently, what a beautiful beauty!

The smooth cheeks, the big sparkling eyes, the delicate nose bridge, and the lightly opened red lips all reveal that the owner of these facial features is a peerless beauty.

Lu Yifan was immediately attracted by this beauty's swollen chest and slender ****.

Compared with Tang Mengyao and Yang Chan, this beauty does not lose the slightest in appearance, and that elegant temperament is even better!

After being stunned, Lu Yifan shook his head and chuckled: "I'm just telling the truth, you see what is described in this poem, it's nothing more than 'how beautiful my wife looks, how charming the scenery is, I'm so happy to die'!

Don't you think this poem is pompous?"

"You !!" The beauty bit her lip when she heard this, and glared at Lu Yifan fiercely.

However, the original author next to him, Hezi, spoke first: "Brother, I think you should be about the same age as me, right?

Since my brother thinks this poem is very pompous, he must be able to come up with a better work than this poem?"

The so-called literati are more brave and ruthless than martial artists, and when it comes to their own talents, even Hezi, who is almost eighty years old, can't help but ridicule.

Hezi's granddaughter Hewen has a full upper circumference, and her snow-white crisp (harmonious) breasts are unthinkable, she said proudly: "Old man, if you have the ability, you can come up with a love poem that is better than that written by Teacher Hezi, or apologize to Teacher Hezi in front of everyone!"

(I only play three kings a day, and I don't play after clearing the task, basically it's half an hour, no addiction, and just my broken phone, I have to charge and indulge if I want to indulge in half an hour.) I'm very depressed today, and the anxiety that I was feeling much better suddenly has another attack, and when I think that I will die in the future, I am so scared that I vomit all the food I eat. I knew that I would die, and I knew that I would be happy every day, but I was afraid of death because I was going to die...... I've had enough of this disease too!)

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