"I'm fine, I just want to...... Hey, by the way, you like to drink so much, so tell me about it. Wine culture?"

Qianqian moved her gaze from the starry sky to Yuanfeng's face.

Yuanfeng thought about it and nodded and said, "Wine, don't drink or get drunk!"

"Haha. You have a lot of point. Qianqian suddenly giggled, although she had never drunk, but she also knew that if she drank too much, she would get drunk, so if she didn't drink, she would naturally not get drunk.

"Go on!"

Yuanfeng thought for a while and said, "Wine, drink it when you're happy!"

Qianqian thought about it and nodded and said, "Yes, I'm so happy to drink two glasses." ”

"When you're in a bad mood, you have to drink two glasses!" Yuanfeng continued: "A friend came to drink two drinks, and a friend left to drink two drinks. Drink for celebration, drink for marriage, drink for broken love, drink when you have something, drink when you have nothing......"

"You seem to mean that you can't live without wine all the time. Isn't that a wine mill?" Qianqian said.

"Of course, there are times when you don't drink. Yuanfeng said.

"Then when should you stop drinking?" asked Qianqian.

"Don't get drunk. Do not drink fake alcohol. Don't drink sick wine, do you think I'm right?" said Yuanfeng.

"Hmm. You're right. Although Qianqian felt that something was not right, she couldn't find anything to refute for a while, so she had to nod.

At this time, Yuanfeng was very interested, and said, "Shall I tell you a few poems about wine?"

"Okay, you know poetry so well?" asked Qianqian, her eyes widening and curiosity.

"Of course. Yuanfeng cleared his throat and said: "Listen, I'm here, the glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately, drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times!"

"The mood of this poem is not very good. Qianqian shook her head and said.

"Then I'll change it again?" Yuanfeng said tentatively, he was afraid that Qianqian wouldn't like these, so he wanted to ask tentatively, do you like it, if the other party doesn't like it, what you say will make the other party disgusted, then it will lose the meaning of showmanship.

"Okay. This time, let's have some good artistic conception. Qianqian nodded and said.

"Then listen up, I'm coming. Yuanfeng thought for a while and said: "The smoke cage is cold and the moon is long, and the night is close to the restaurant, and the merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country...... Looks like this isn't very good, huh...... Another one!"

"The glazed clock, the amber is thick, the small groove wine drops the pearl red, the dragon cannon and the phoenix jade are weeping, the Roman embroidered curtain is surrounded by the fragrant wind, the dragon flute is blown, the drum is beaten, the Haotooth song is thin waist dance, the situation is that the youth is about to twilight, the flowers are like red jade, the whole army is drunk in China and Japan, and it will not be Liu Lingwen to go to the earth......"

"Yuanfeng, don't you have a good one?" Qianqian frowned, Qianqian knew a little about poetry, after all, there were no entertainment activities when she was in Snow Valley, that is, reading books or something, so she knew something about poetry.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, it flows to the sea and does not return, you don't see it, the bright moon in the high hall is sad and white-haired......" Yuanfeng took out the killer feature, this poem is the best he recited, of course, the most intentional hand. After reading it impassionedly, Qianqian applauded and said: "This hand of poetry is good, very meaningful, very good!"

"Qianqian, do you know poetry?" Yuanfeng asked curiously, "Or, do you like poetry?"

"Well, I know a little bit. I used to write poetry myself. Qianqian nodded and said.

"Oh?"

Yuan Feng became curious, and wanted to know what poems Qianqian had written, so he asked, "Qianqian, can you read the poems you wrote for me?"

"I can't even remember it too clearly. I'll try it. Qianqian nodded, thought for a moment and said: "Mei Xue is not willing to fall in the spring, the sao people put aside the pen fee to comment on the chapter, the plum is three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a fragrant ......."

"Qianqian, is this a poem you wrote?" Yuanfeng was stunned for a moment after listening to the poem, and suddenly clapped his hands and applauded, the artistic conception of this poem is too deep.

When listening to the poem, Yuanfeng only felt that there was a snow-capped mountain in front of him, and there was a little red in the snow-capped mountain. So Yuanfeng was moved by this poem, and he liked Qianqian even more.

Why is the artistic conception of this poem so good? Because this is what Qianqian felt personally when she was in the snow valley, facing the snow every day, facing the plum blossoms, the poems flowing out of the heart, this is not what kind of poems those poets deliberately want to write, these sentences are Qianqian's heart, this kind of thing that emanates from the heart is the most beautiful and moving!

"Of course I wrote it, could it be that you don't believe it?" asked Qianqian.

"Believe. How could I not believe it. I didn't expect you to know poetry and write so well. Yuanfeng said ashamedly: "I really played tricks with you just now, I really played a big knife in front of Guan Gong, and the class got an axe!"

"That's all I know. Qianqian smiled and said: "Poetry can be called poetry if it is smooth into sentences, how can there be so much exquisiteness, and the more exquisite ones are rhythmic poems, quatrains and the like, limerick poems are not needed." Why don't you play one on the spot?"

"Huh, do you want me to have one?" Yuan Feng was stunned and said, "I really can't come to this, why don't you come for me?"

"Are you coming?" Qianqian was obviously not very happy. Yuanfeng immediately nodded and agreed, in fact, Qianqian just did it on purpose, to test Yuanfeng's attitude towards him.

"Pistachios, happy guys, drink when the starry sky is beautiful. I sat with Qianqian Pavilion, chatted about my heart and smiled!" Although Yuanfeng has a little ink in his stomach, he is still much worse at writing poetry.

After listening to this, Qianqian laughed out loud and said, "It's okay for you to read poetry, if you compose poetry, then forget it." ”

"yes. That's why I said I wouldn't come. But it doesn't matter, wouldn't it be nice for me to learn more from you in the future?" said Yuanfeng.

"Of course it's no problem, but I know a lot!" Qianqian said, "Don't dislike it." ”

"Ahh No, it won't. I don't dislike you, I definitely don't dislike you. Yuanfeng hurriedly waved his hand and said.

"You're good to go. Qianqian smiled faintly, smiling like a flower. Yuanfeng was drunk when he saw it, and of course it was possible that he was drunk.

The two of them stayed until midnight when they were in their separate rooms. Qianqian returned to the room and began to practice cross-legged.

She will not be left behind to cultivate when she comes to the Green Gang, of course, she must ensure that she has a full mental head and a non-tired body at any time, and when the sky is bright after cultivating for a while, she will lie down and rest. As long as Qianqian is allowed to take a little rest, then it's fine. After all, Qianqian's current strength is not resting and resting, in fact, outsiders can't feel anything at all, so Qianqian herself can feel the subtle differences in her body!