"How is this possible? I have never circulated this poem to the outside world!"

Wen'an Zhou sat up in shock.

"If you don't believe me, send someone to the market and find out. ”

"I have also heard of this, and this poem is concise and to the point, and the artistic conception is long-term. As early as a few days ago, it was sung everywhere by the orchid of the Qinglou, and the warbler girl of Wanhua Pavilion said that she was willing to drink with the people in the poem.

It is difficult for Mr. Wen to want to be the guest of this scene, so he impersonates. ”

"It is true that this poem was not written by me. ”

Everyone shook their heads instantly when they heard this, Sven was scum, and the students on the side also felt that their faces were gloomy.

"But it was a gift from a friend. ”

"Mr. Wen, what's the point of quibbling like that. ”

"I'm just telling you the truth, the title of this poem is 'Question 19'. I have been at home for nineteen, and last year a friend took advantage of the excitement and wrote this poem and sent it to me.

A few days ago, I rewrote this poem because I was homesick and remembered my friends.

"Then why didn't you just say that it was given by a friend, and as soon as this poem comes out, it will definitely become famous. Who is this friend of yours?"

At the mention of friends, Wen Anzhou's face sank.

"Don't speak!"

He and his friends met in Weimo, but one has already become famous all over the world, and he is still a teacher. He is unwilling to use the name of others to show off his might.

"Let's not talk about that, I've only written this poem once. On that day, when I was waiting for Dean Cui in the side room of the college, I wrote this poem. So I want to ask who stole it and spread it!"

"Mr. Wen, do you have to find out a substitute ghost?"

"I just hope the truth will come out. ”

"Then do you want to say that the miscellaneous little six sons stole your poems?"

As soon as these words came out, the little six sons on the side instantly knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Sir, spare my life, I have never gone down the mountain, how can I pass the poems outside?"

After saying that, he "banged" and buckled his head on the ground.

His forehead was mixed with stones and stained with blood.

Wen Anzhou looked at the little six sons who were shrunk on the ground in the cold wind, shivering, and couldn't bear it.

"Maybe I'm missing somewhere. ”

"Haha, Mr. Wen really has a good memory!"

"Feng Jiaoxi, don't deceive people too much. ”

The two suddenly tensed, and the students below watched in amazement as the poem would turn into a farce. The originally dignified and elegant gentleman actually has such a gaffe and disputed side.

"Silence!"

The dean persistently folded the fan, knocked heavily on the table in front of him, and then ended the poetry meeting in a few words. They each fined Wen Anzhou and Feng Jiaoxi for half a month, and strictly forbade the hospital to discuss the matter again.

The crowd was scattered, leaving only traces of blood.

The handyman Xiao Liuzi finally closed the courtyard door and locked it.

"Huh?"

Something seemed to float down from the courtyard just now, but the door was locked, and it was getting late, so he rubbed his arms and didn't reopen the courtyard door.

The courtyard is in all directions, there are no clouds and no moon, only the sound of snow pressing dead branches.

The white clothes fell silently, and a figure squatted down, green silk touching the ground, staring at the blood stains in front of him.

"Wang!"

The figure dispersed.

"Old dog, don't bark!" the old porter patrolled the night, holding the earth dog in his left hand and a pot of turbid wine in his right hand.

"If you bark again, be careful that the dog's life is not guaranteed! if it spoils people's good things......"

The old carbon head warmed up with a sip of turbid wine, shook his head, and walked into the distance.

"What sound does it seem to have just been?"

"Dead ghost, isn't it the old dog in your academy! If you don't bark one day, what's wrong today, I think we are afraid of Feng Jiaoxi, too!"

"The little lady is in a commotion, hurry up, come up by yourself!"

After a while, the suppressed gasps of men and women sounded in the firewood room in the backyard.

The snow fell silently, and the girl sat on the branch, and Qingxi's moon-like gaze passed through the gap in the chaimen and landed on the two intertwined bodies inside.

In a moment, the chai door was pushed open.

The woman lifted her bun, shook the silver in her hand, and silently "bah" at the chaimen.

"Even the money for the leather and meat business is deducted, a sanctimonious old fellow!"

It was a snowy night, it was really cold, and she didn't want to stay longer. Putting the silver taels in his hand into his chest, he twisted his body and walked towards the courtyard gate step by step.

"Give me the lamp!"

"The poem I sold you last time, where is the money! I know it today, this poem is now spread all over the city, and it must be worth a thousand gold, do you want to swallow it privately?"

The woman's expression changed suddenly when she heard this, and she took a handkerchief to cover the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Oh, where is the value of a thousand gold? I can't read, and when I went back, I sold it to the girl in the building, and I didn't think that as soon as I sang it, it spread. Heck, if I had known this, I would have sold it to someone who knows how to do it. Now, my bowels are going to be broken when I regret it!"

"Really, you didn't lie to me. ”

Xiao Liuzi showed a suspicious expression.

"I really can't be true, I can still lie to you, and I still expect you to open the back door for me in the future!"

"Then the poem is sold anyway, you have to give me silver!"

"Oh, that's really not enough to sell for a few bucks, and it's not enough for me to pay for a round-trip trip. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, give money!"

Xiao Liuzi spread his hands and stopped at the door.

"Little brother, just spare the slave family!" he stepped forward and gently pulled Xiao Liuzi's clothes

"Don't cry to me poor, I didn't make a fortune just now. After Xiao Liuzi finished speaking, his eyes gestured, and the firewood room was already empty.

The woman's face instantly became bitter, and then her eyes turned and she looked at Xiao Liuzi with a smile.

"This silver, my sister wants to buy charcoal for the winter, and my little brother can't bear it!

Without waiting for Xiao Liuzi to react, he pulled his hand and pressed it to his chest.

"You ......"

Xiao Liuzi exclaimed in an instant, and his face turned red.

"Why don't you like it?" the woman's eyes hooked, and Xiao Liuzi instantly breathed.

"Think about the high-level teaching in the academy in ordinary times, and either scold or beat you. ”

She gently leaned into Xiao Liuzi's ear and blew lightly. "Now, how about you sharing a woman with him?"

Xiao Liuzi was stunned on the spot.

The woman smiled and hooked his belt, and went directly into the firewood room.

As soon as the wind and snow turned, it turned into a goose-feather snow.

Obscuring the unbearable picture in the room.

"Why is this snow suddenly getting heavier again!"

Xiao Liuzi hurriedly tightened the messy clothes on his body.

"Okay, hurry up, it'll be too late if you don't leave!"

"Alright, alright, urgent!"

The woman didn't care about continuing to tidy up, took the umbrella in Xiao Liuzi's hand, and walked outside.

It wasn't until the woman got into the ox cart that Xiao Liuzi turned back with the lamp.

For him, who tasted a woman for the first time, until this moment the whole person was still fluttering.

No wonder the surname Feng has to be called back in the first ten years.

As soon as the cold wind passed, he quickly suppressed the rippling thoughts in his heart and closed the courtyard door.

It's just that when the courtyard door was closed, he saw a pair of feet hanging in the air through the crack in the door.

Frightened, he instantly fell into the courtyard.

"Ghost, ghost!"