Qin Luo flipped through the most popular comments, there were really all kinds of styles, some scolded him, but most of them still supported him.

There are also people @ him, "Haha, tonight's charity auction party was not in vain, not only witnessed the birth of a classic good poem, but also listened to an excellent good song." I wrote down that poem.,If you like it, you can take a look.,Qin Luo's latest work.,Manually @ Qin Luo.。 ”

"Today is really exciting, and the scene I saw is absolutely ups and downs. Hahaha, I was fortunate to listen to a new poem by Qin Luo at the scene in the evening, thanks to Qin Luo. ”

Qin Luo smiled, and sure enough, it came from everyone at the scene.

Looking at the number of fans again, I damn it, what's going on?

17 million followers?

Why is my Weibo followers rising so fast?

The last time I saw it, it just broke 15 million, and it's only been a few days, and it's already reached 17 million?

Just participated in a charity auction gala, wrote a poem and a song, and grew 2 million followers?

Hehe, it's so easy to increase the number of fans.

Thundered.

At this moment, a muffled thunder sounded outside the window.

This thunder seemed to have kicked off a prelude, and the overcast sky just now began to fall with raindrops, and there was a tendency to get bigger and bigger.

"Don't stare, so many new fans @ you, if you don't say a word, these new fans of yours will be disappointed to lose their fans. Lu Yao pulled over the mobile phone in Qin Luo's hand, and said with a pale face.

Qin Luo took a look and said in surprise: "What's wrong with you, it can't be that you're afraid of thunder, right?"

Lu Yao's neck stiffened, and he glared: "Who is afraid of thunder......? I'm just a little tired. Leave me alone, you still have to interact with these new fans to shorten the distance, so that the new fans don't lose their fans as soon as they join. ”

Qin Luo thought about it, too, he has always regarded fans as very important.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, hesitated, and quickly touched his fingers on the mobile phone screen.

Lu Yao leaned his head over, but Qin Luo's head was blocked badly, and in order to take a better peek, Lu Yao simply put his chin on Qin Luo's shoulder.

Seeing that Qin Luo didn't react, still looking down and typing, Lu Yao smiled smugly like a little fox who had stolen a chicken, and then looked down.

"Huh? is this......? Another poem?" Lu Yao opened her mouth wide, her expression seemed to be clicked, she didn't know when Qin Luo wrote the song "Farewell Kangqiao", but this time she wrote a poem on the spot.

Wang Fen, who was driving, also heard Lu Yao's surprised voice, and asked curiously: "What kind of poem?

Lu Yao didn't reply, his head lying on Qin Luo's shoulder turned his head to look at Qin Luo's side face who was focused on typing, no wonder everyone said that the man who was focused was the most handsome!

"What kind of poem?" Wang Fen urged again.

Lu Yao hurriedly coughed twice, and then looked at the poem typed on Qin Luo's mobile phone, he only wrote two sentences just now, and now he has written a lot.

For the sake of Wang Fen, who was driving, Lu Yao simply read it out directly:

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella,

alone

Hesitation is long

Long

Lonely rain alley

I hope it will be

A clove like that

A girl with a grudge."

When Lu Yao read this, he paused, and looked at Qin Luo with some surprise and curiosity.

The raindrops crackled and fell outside the car window, which made Lu Yao a little upset, and thought to herself: "Who is the lilac-like girl in Qin Luo's poem?"

Shaking his head, Lu Yao exhaled a breath and continued:

"She has

The color of lilacs

Lilac-like fragrance

Lilac-like sorrow

Wailing in the rain

Complaining and hesitating

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

Like me

Like me

Silently

indifferent

Bleak

Melancholy

She approached silently

Approaching,

Cast again

Tai Xi general vision

She floated by

Like a dream

It's as miserable and confused as a dream

It's like floating in a dream

A sprig of lilac ground

This girl floated past me

She was silently far away

Far away

to the crumbling fence

Walk through this rainy alley

In the lament of the rain

Faded her color

Scattered her fragrance

Dissipated

Even hers

The eyes of the breath

Lilac-like melancholy

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

alone

Hesitation is long

Long

Lonely rain alley

I want to float by

A clove like that

A girl with a grudge. ”

After reading a poem, there was silence in the car, and the only sound was the sound of Qin Luo tapping on his mobile phone.

Lu Yao frowned slightly, is this a love poem?

To whom?

Who is the lilac-like girl?

……

On Weibo, many Qin Luo's fans are discussing enthusiastically, Qin Luo is really out of the limelight tonight.

Many people are discussing Qin Luo's poem, and I have to say that "Farewell Kangqiao" is really well written.

According to the past practice, it should be slowly ended now, because Qin Luo's Weibo is generally rarely updated, and most of the time fans are fooling around under Weibo.

But this time it was different, when everyone was still discussing hotly, Qin Luo's Weibo was suddenly updated, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"I'm rubbing, it's another poem? Qin Luo wrote another poem?"

"Ah, is there something wrong with this today? Qin Luo actually updated Weibo, and it was still a poem. ”

"Haha, Qin Luo must have read Weibo greatly, otherwise how could he think of writing poems on Weibo?"

"Is the name of this poem "Rain Alley"? ”

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet a girl with a grievance like a lilac...... Woo woo, the writing seems to be good, I was a little moved. ”

In less than ten minutes, Qin Luo's latest Weibo has exceeded 100,000 retweets, and it is still rising rapidly.

……

The office of a middle school was brightly lit, and many teachers had to work overtime to correct the papers in the final mock exams.

Suddenly, a teacher exclaimed, "Hey, what's this?"

On the other side of the office, a teacher with gray hair and gold-rimmed glasses looked up and frowned, he was the leader of the junior high school Chinese teacher group, and when he heard the sound of Zha Hu, he said in a somewhat unhappy tone: "Teacher Xiao Xu, your paper has been corrected? ”

Teacher Xiao Xu, who exclaimed just now, scratched his head embarrassedly, "Teacher Wang, not yet." ”

Teacher Wang, the leader of the Chinese group, nodded and said, "These papers will be explained tomorrow, so it is best to correct them all tonight." If you don't change the papers, what are you talking about?"

Teacher Xiao Xu explained: "Teacher Wang, I just saw a poem on the Internet. ”

Teacher Wang was a little curious: "Oh, I don't know which of our poems in history makes Teacher Xiao Xu appreciate it so much?"

While the two were talking, the other teachers in the office also stopped what they were doing and looked at Teacher Xiao Xu curiously.