Chapter 53: Read a poem to you

Not to mention whether the Wang father and son vomited three liters of blood when they saw these two Weibo posts in the police station.

Yi Cheng was paying attention to the development of the situation all night that day, and the webpage brushed up the news of his father's whole out, and before he could read half of it, he "snapped" and smashed the hotel cup directly.

He made a phone call, and he roared madly: "Old man, who told you to meddle in your business!"

"Stinky boy, how did you talk to your father!" The reply on the other side was an even more overwhelming roar: "You're still out of breath! You've just fallen into someone's trap! You want me to wipe your ass!"

Yi Cheng, who has just turned eighteen, is a rebellious and decadent literary young man, who loves black, is obsessed with literature and rock, loves spirits and travel, and is talented and good-looking, so naturally there is no shortage of genius conceit and madness.

He has been added to the Black Society, entered the Police Bureau, traveled half of the rivers and mountains, and was a maverick, like an ancient dragon when he was young.

is obviously a scholarly family, but he is full of the prodigal son-like atmosphere of the rivers and lakes.

This is obviously contrary to Yitang's concept, and it can be seen from the old style of father and son that the contradictions between the family and the son are intensified.

Yicheng fell out with Yitang at the age of fifteen, gave up his studies and ran away from home, wandering for three years, and entered the house less than five times.

For Yi Cheng, Yi Tang's help is more like a high-level charity, slapping him in the face.

He didn't want to be branded with the title of "Yitang's son" at the beginning of the expansion of the territory, which was his untouchable scale.

No matter how miserable he is, no matter how miserable he is, he will carry it with a hard bone.

Both father and son are stubborn and unconvinced, every phone call is cold, and finally broke up unhappily, and regretted it in my heart, but I couldn't pull my face to apologize to each other, and I secretly rubbed each other's attention intentionally or unintentionally.

Yi's mother also had a lot of headaches for these two people, and in the end she simply didn't care.

It's the same this time, the more noisy the two sides become, the more fierce they become, until both mobile phones are tragically killed - the two strange father and son are smashed together, and they are both grumpy.

As for Bai An's side, he only paid attention to it for an hour or two, and he was a little surprised when he saw Yitang's Weibo, who was this person standing over there...... Aren't you friends?

After the surprise passed, the father and son of the Yi family were not very familiar with the memory of the original owner or the current him, so there was no need to waste energy.

There was no major mistake in the plan, Bai An took a few looks, and still completed the task in an orderly manner according to the daily plan, shaping self-cultivation.

There are many kinds of literary and artistic youth, because there are many kinds of human beings, this is not a category, but a concept based on the ideological level, which can burn the piano and cook the crane, can be unruly, can be high and low...... In the same way, you can also be safe and stable, petty bourgeoisie, and the world is well.

Everyone can be a literary youth, but not everyone can become a literary youth.

This kind of spiritual differentiation of races, can not really distinguish, or true Wenqing, or pseudo Wenqing, the former is for love, the latter is for pretending, of course, there are also in order to pretend to be forced to like it later, and first like it and then become pretending to be forced, which is more like a girl, the original intention is very important, and the original intention is not important.

Human beings are a strange and strange species, good at and accustomed to camouflage, and they can't be dissected one by one, sometimes depending on which camp the person in front of them belongs to, and it's really stupid to tell the difference.

There are a lot of hooligans in Wenqing, there is no shortage of scum, and there is no lack of humble gentlemen, this group gathers three religions and nine streams, lonely and likes to gather, and when they gather, they like to appreciate themselves, some are normal, but most of them are a little light or heavy.

It's messy, it's messy.

Once a person is in chaos, it will be very dangerous, so Zero, who carefully grasps the rhythm, does not want Bai An to be chaotic, whether it is chaotic or chaotic.

So, in order to prevent An from blackening, going crazy, scum, and committing suicide...... What he is now taking is the gentleman's route that Zero has sorted out by combining ancient documents and countless experiences.

There are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting and learning, such as grinding.

So Bai An needs a lot of friction......

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, singing and dancing flowers, ritual music shooting, calligraphy and mathematics.

None of them can be missed, they all have to be learned.

Zero This is according to the template of the male god, to cultivate Bai An into a five-good literary and artistic youth in the new era who is upright and popular with three views, oppose rough men, and reject Shenjing Bing.

Think about Bai An's image of picking his feet in the Northeast in his previous life.

It's really hard for him......

It's a pity that Bai An's goods are serious about studying, and his ability has begun to excel, but his personality is ...... He just pressed the rudeness that was originally placed in his mouth into his heart, and turned it into a silent complain... Nothing more......

From bright to sullen, even if IQ evolves again, the essence of the second is still deep-rooted......

Unbeknownst to Zero, he is still running wild on the road of Funny.

It's not scary to be funny, but I'm afraid that it's cultured.

This kind of deep-seated innocence can sometimes really catch people off guard.

Qin Lan has resumed the position of editor-in-chief and has begun to participate in the plan, and Bai An's poetry collection "Light" will be released as usual.

This book was already printed when Qingyu Culture posted on Weibo, and a large number of new poetry collections were stored in the warehouse of Qingyu Culture, and they could be released immediately once they were promoted.

As usual, Bai An needs to be involved in the propaganda and be the main part.

Nestled in the computer chair, Bai An flipped through the beautiful hard-shell poetry book on the cover in his hand, the order of the poems was very good, just like the light and dark melody on the cover, the style was gradually intertwined, and each poem was accompanied by a page of exquisite illustrations, and it was impossible to see the previous scattered appearance.

The typesetting person is very attentive.

He exhaled, and his heart was inexplicably moved, as if receiving the new birth of his first child, which, in addition to those famous works, was also composed by himself......

Even if those few articles somewhat lower the gold content of the whole book, even if those few poems are imitation rather than creation, he is willing to do it.

He thought about it, looked up at the lit screen of the computer, and was stunned.

In the faint morning light, accompanied by the snoring of the old man Zhang, the memory of reading poems softly for Xiao Yueyue in his arms is like a warm oil painting, from the bottom of his heart, against the current.

When he came back to his senses, Bai An felt something strange on his face, raised his hand and touched it, **** in one hand.

He closed his eyes, slowly straightened up, sighed softly, and gently typed out a poem on the keyboard of the computer.

Read a poem to you—

"The eaves after the rain, sure enough, are suitable for the wind chimes"

"You see it from the window, the sound of the wind just coming out of the bud, it's very soft."

……

"And I decided, on the cat's eyes, on the trip"

"And so all the mystery retreats back into the landscape."

"Only the hidden clever things can grow into dandelions"

"Then follow it without any burden.Be careful"

……

"Because I'm afraid, I'll only dare to like you in my dreams."

"Awake"

"So, I recited a poem to you."

"The act of opening the book of poems. very careful, very light"

……

"It's light, it's careful, it's like a cat following a wind chime."

"I've read a poem to you."

After typing this poem, Bai An's hand paused for a long time.

Then, he added a sentence at the end.

"The missing preface of the poetry collection is made up here, and you cherish it and rejoice. ”

He pressed the enter key and sent the poem out, his eyes fell on the bottom left corner of the computer, and he smiled slightly.

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