"Of course, I'm a poet Li Bai, just a love poem" plagiarism? Jokes, I'm for that world Li Bai to carry forward in this world.

Gu Chengxue said she didn't want to speak, and gave him a roll of her eyes.

"Hey, old man, don't talk nonsense if you don't know poetry, okay?" Also poetic? Why don't you go to heaven?

A pretty voice attracted Cui Qian's attention.

He turned around and saw a beautiful figure in his field of vision.

This is a young urban beauty, wearing a pink executive suit that can't hide her tall and graceful figure, and her beautiful voice is like a bird's chirping warbler.

The legs are playful, the curves outlined by stockings are moving, and the long hair with a shawl is shining black in the sun.

Cui Qian's heart skipped a beat, what a beautiful beast! Ahem...

The smooth cheeks, the big sparkling eyes, the delicate nose bridge, and the lightly opened red lips all reveal that the owner of these facial features is a peerless beauty.

Cui Qian was immediately attracted by the beauty's swollen breasts and slender depth.

Compared with Gu Chengxue, this beauty does not lose the slightest in appearance, and that elegant temperament is even better!

After being stunned, Cui Qian shook his head and chuckled: "I'm just telling the truth, it's just a love poem."

"You!" When the beauty heard this, she bit her lip and glared at Cui Qian, "Okay, you say a love poem, then you write a poem that is better than Ye Lao."

At this time, an old man standing next to her spoke: "Brother, I think you should be about the same age as me, right?" I respect you and call you brother!

Since my brother thinks that love poems are not enough, he must be able to come up with a better work than this poem? ”

"Hehe, grandpa, you have to wait a hundred years to compare to your (lover) in this world" The girl glanced at Cui Qian disdainfully

It turned out that this old man was the founder of a "bridge", the poet Ye Lao.

It has been more than ten years since his lover passed away, and he comes here every year, firstly, to miss the past, to miss his lover, and secondly, to see how the current level of poets is.

It's a pity that every year he is disappointed.

Nowadays, people's poems are all superficial and have no connotation at all.

"Then presumably, my brother must be able to write a shocking poem?"

The so-called literati are more brave and ruthless than martial artists, and when it comes to their own talents, even Ye Lao, who is almost eighty years old, can't help but ridicule.

Ye Lao's granddaughter Ye Qian has a very full upper circumference, and her snow-white crisp and harmonious breasts are unbelievable, she said proudly: "Old man, if you have the ability, you can come up with a love poem that is better than what my grandfather wrote, or apologize to my grandfather in front of everyone!"

At this time, many people surrounded him, and some people exclaimed: "Isn't this Ye Lao!"

After being recognized, many people gathered around, took out their mobile phones to take various photos, and some people asked him to take pictures.

That posture is no worse than any big name!

Even Gu Chengxue took out her mobile phone admiringly, walked up to Ye Lao and said, "Teacher Ye, I especially like the song "Flowers Bloom and the Full Moon" you wrote, can I take a photo with you?"

"Hehe, you can, but can you wait for this big brother to finish the poem first?" Ye Lao said with a smug face.

Hearing that someone was comparing poems with Ye Lao, the crowd of onlookers gloated.

"I've met the Lord! This old man is out of luck!"

"Who do you say can't do it, you have to compare poems with Ye Lao, isn't this looking for abuse?"

"For so many years, there has been no poem beyond Ye Lao!"

"This old man is going to be embarrassed!"

"Hehe, I just like to watch people mess up."