I had to tilt my head, look at the ceiling, and conceive a love poem for Lu Xinghao.

She pondered for a long time before she put pen to paper:

Some people can enrich your vision. After leaving, the colors are taken away;

Some people can stimulate your sense of hearing. After leaving, he took the rhythm with him;

Some people are sensitive to your sense of touch. After leaving, it takes away the comfort;

……

And your departure took away the five flavors.

At this point, I can't swallow it.

Without color, without rhythm, without comfort, you can live just as you can.

But if you lose your sense of taste, you can't survive.

Because, since ancient times, people have taken food as their sky.

And my heavens, with no more stars, cease to exist.

After reading the "masterpiece", Lin Deqing pulled his face down: "Can such a few simple lines highlight my cultural heritage?"

"That's all I have to say! I can't write one more word. If you think my writing is terrible, then please be smart. "Although he is modest on the lips, he is still quite satisfied with his work in his heart.

However, Chen An seemed to be very dissatisfied.

He twisted his eyebrows, dragged her to the balcony, then closed the door tightly, pointed to the sky, and said, "Without the stars, the sky can no longer be called the sky." However, your star has not left you, but my dark cloud has blocked him and your sky!"

As soon as Chen An's words fell, a muffled thunder suddenly flashed in the sky, and dark clouds rolled in, quickly covering the sky.

Hearing the thunder, he had to shift his gaze from Chen'an's gloomy face to the cloudy sky. I thought, God, do you want to cooperate with Chen An so much, and set the atmosphere too well, right? Is this the rhythm that wants to kill her?

"Chen'an, I wrote to play. She whispered haha.

"I think you're feeling!"

"I didn't. ”

"No, how can you imply in the poem that you and I have no taste?"

"......" was completely speechless, and sure enough, the writer was unintentional and the reader was intentional. She was at a loss for words.

Lin Deqing stood in the living room, stretching his neck to steal what the two people on the balcony were saying. The double-glazed doors of the balcony are very soundproof, and you basically don't hear the movement outside.

But when she saw that she had to hang her head, as if she was being reprimanded by Chen An, she suddenly realized that the poem in her hand might be a "masterpiece".

However, do you want to send the poem to Lu Xinghao?

What if Lu Xinghao really guessed that the poem had to be written, and disgusted with her?

While she was hesitating, Chen An walked in from outside and ordered her to send the poem to Lu Xinghao immediately.

thought that even if Lu Xinghao guessed that the poem had to be written, in fact, she didn't lose much. After all, Lu Xinghao dislikes her a lot, and it's not bad. But once Lu Xinghao didn't guess it, then she could take advantage of the victory to pursue.

Lin Deqing sat down and texted the poem to Lu Xinghao,

After receiving the text message, Lu Xinghao glanced at it roughly.

Although it is just a limerick poem, it is by no means something that Lin Deqing can write. Lu Xinghao wanted to take the opportunity to explain some things clearly to Lin Deqing.

"Lin Deqing, don't bother to cater to my preferences. The more you imitate her, the more I can't forget her, and you can't replace her. ”

Lu Xinghao's text message did not bring much of a blow to Lin Deqing. In recent days, it seems that she has been rejected by Lu Xinghao and used to it, and she is a little numb. Besides, if Lu Xinghao could turn around and fall in love with her so quickly, then she felt that she had chased the wrong person.

On the contrary, it was Chen'an who was hit hard.

After Chen An saw off the guest, he lifted her with one hand and hugged her back to the room.

Everything was as she expected, knowing that Lu Xinghao had a tacit understanding with her, Chen An really froze her alive. When her body was about to fall apart, Chen An asked her if she had experienced how much it was like to live with him.

He nodded conscientiously.