"It's over! If you let Jiang Lao do it, it will be easy! But it will be difficult to change to Tang Tang," Milo said worriedly.

"Silly girl, this is what that Heihe did on purpose! If Jiang Laoshang was on him, he would definitely not have come up with such a problem!" Xiao Lingxue had already seen through Heihejun's calculations.

At this time, Heihejun looked at Tang Xiaoxiang with a sneer on his face and thought, how can a half-old child like you understand what the pain of losing a wife is!

"Hey, can you change the topic?" Tang Xiaoxiang closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Why change the subject, if you can't do it, admit defeat!" said Heihe-kun with a smile.

This kid is cowardly!

Tang Xiaoxiang shook his head, can't he admit defeat?

Just kidding, as soon as the topic came out, a word had already popped up in Tang Xiaoxiang's mind, known as the first eulogy of the millennium!

Thinking of this, he glanced at Jiang Lao, who seemed to be already reminiscing about the past, is this word really going to be made?

Jiang Lao was stunned and was pushed by his granddaughter, only to find that Tang Xiaoxiang was looking at himself.

He saw that Tang Xiaoxiang's eyes were not flustered but full of entanglement, and after thinking about it, he guessed that Tang Xiaoxiang could make this poem, he was thinking about his feelings, Jiang Lao said with a warm heart:

"Don't worry about it, boy! If you can make a good poem to mourn your deceased wife, I'm here to thank you in advance! Old man, I'm not so fragile!"

After hearing this, Tang Xiaoxiang bowed to Jiang Lao and said, "Please don't get too excited for a while! You must know that life and death are only sooner or later! We will meet again one day!"

After bowing, he stood up straight, glanced at Heihejun contemptuously, and then groaned loudly:

"Jiang Chengzi, ten years of life and death"

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. ”

This sentence alone makes everyone feel a sense of desolation about the difference between life and death, if they break up alive, even if the mountains and rivers are far away and the world is vast, there is always hope and opportunity to meet again; now, it is separated by the boundary between life and death, the deceased is at a loss and ignorant of the world, and the living is the same for the deceased? Although people are dead, the beautiful scenes of the past are "unforgettable"!

Tang Xiaoxiang didn't care about everyone's thoughts, he continued:

"Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

His wife's lonely grave was thousands of miles away, and there was no place to tell her about the desolation and sadness in her heart. Even if we meet, I don't expect to know each other, because I am running around in this ups and downs of the world, dusty and sideburns.

Sometimes at night, I suddenly returned to the hometown of the two in a vague dream, in front of the window of that familiar room, she was dressing up, but when the two looked at each other, they didn't know where to start, only relatively wordless tears fell a thousand lines.

A dream pulls the past back, but the beautiful scene of the year no longer exists. This is to dissolve the feelings of reality into the dream, so that this dream also makes people feel infinitely desolate!

I think that the grave mountain where the moon shines and the small pine trees grow is the place where I miss my wife and I want to break my heart every year!

As soon as this word came out, the audience was silent, and only a few suppressed choked voices could be heard occasionally.

This is the beauty of Chinese poetry, just a few dozen words to express the bitterness and pain of the difference between life and death between husband and wife.

Jiang Lao was already in tears at this time, if it weren't for his granddaughter holding him, he might have been crying and sitting on the ground, and his mouth kept muttering: "Girl! Girl! Why don't you wait for me!"

He thought of a few decades ago, he was still an ignorant teenager, and his deceased wife was just a young girl, the two childhood sweethearts, under a short cherry tree, made a lifelong commitment, since then the two have spent more than half a century together, supporting each other to grow old, but in the end a disease The two have been separated forever!

Tang Xiaoxiang saw Jiang Lao's state at this time, and he was also busy with his other arm, and comforted: "Jiang Lao, there is no need to be overly sad, this kid has done Meng Lang!"

Tang Lao shook his head, looked at Tang Xiaoxiang fixedly, and said, "Child, you are very good!

There was a sense of relief in his tone.

Jiang Lao's granddaughter wiped her tears and looked at the boy in front of her.

"What kind of environment can raise children with such talents?"

At this time, she suddenly had a trace of curiosity about the boy in front of her and his family.

"Tang Xiaoxiang, yes! I'll look up your information on the Internet when I get home!"

In Xiao Mo's live broadcast room.

"Oh my God!"

"Tang Xiaoxiang is a great talent! Definitely the first eulogy in the ages!"

"Dad and I watched the live broadcast together, and he cried! Mom died for the first time in so many years, I saw him cry!

"Just by this word! I have been a fan of Tang Xiaoxiang all my life! The anchor wants to give him a gift, you remember to transfer it to him later, this is my heart!"

"Farm Gift +1"

“+10086”

followed by various rewards, and the gifts instantly swept up the live broadcast room.

Xiao Mo was also proud to take them one by one, and promised to transfer the gift to Tang Xiaoxiang after the event.

"The word... How is it possible!" Heihejun looked at Tang Xiaoxiang in shock, how could he never believe that Tang Xiaoxiang would write such a brilliant eulogy, he shouldn't have said such an amazing eulogy!

What kind of monster is he!

"You lost!" Milo was also moved by Tang Xiaoxiang's poem just now, but what he was most concerned about was the question of winning or losing, and now seeing that everyone was applauding this poem, she stood up directly and pointed at Heihejun and shouted.

"Yes, little devil, you lost!"

Only then did everyone react, and they all pointed at Heihejun and shouted.

Heihejun was now sweating profusely, and he could never have imagined that a half-year-old child would be able to make such a once-in-a-century eulogy! But if he admits defeat like this, he will have to kneel! He had a brain teaser and opened his mouth and said:

"I'm losing! But we still have one person! Only if you win can you really win the gamble! We will kowtow and admit our mistakes!"

After speaking, he pointed to the last white-haired Great Japanese behind him, then bowed to him and said, "Please, Matsushita-sensei!"

The white-haired Great Japanese man nodded, walked out from the shadow behind Heihejun and said to Tang Xiaoxiang: "Contemptible, Matsushigoro!

Jiang Lao exclaimed at this time: "Matsushigoro!