After receiving the praise, she was very energetic for several days after the good words, and it was the first time she was praised when she crossed over here. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After school on this day, Zhuang Ziqian suddenly invited everyone to play together: "I heard that many students are holding a poetry club on Dongting Mountain, and tomorrow is just a rest, so let's go and see it together." ”

Dongting Mountain is a small island that extends in the Taihu Lake, surrounded by water on three sides, it can be said that there are thousands of lakes in the sky, and the shadows of fish, sails and gulls are dotted, which is a good place for those poets in ancient times to chant poems correctly.

The charisma of a beautiful man is terrible, and this proposal has been wildly admired as soon as it comes out, and if you want to ask Jiayan if you support it, it will definitely not support it. No matter how beautiful the mountain is and how fresh the air is, it is not something to play in winter, not only is the body subjected to the test of the severe cold, but also some dead branches and leaves, and the income and expenditure are completely disproportionate.

Jia Yan was about to find a reason to refuse, but Xue Xue spoke up coldly: "I'm not going." ”

This refusal was particularly abrupt in the sound of support, and Zhuang Ziqian also looked over to him: "Why don't Brother Xue Xian go?"

"I don't want to go."

Zhuang Ziqian was also a little embarrassed to be rejected like this, but fortunately, he was well educated, and he still smiled gently: "It is understandable that a virtuous brother is studious, but the sage also teaches that you should read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, go out for a walk, and keep it all in order to be more beneficial to learning." ”

Hearing this, he almost laughed out loud, Zhuang Ziqian looked at the elegant and studious appearance, this crooked reason is a set, it makes so much sense to persuade people to go out to play, he must have half of him who can speak, and his parents who coax him early give money every day to go to the Internet café to relax.

She was still snickering, praying not to be discovered, but Xue Ningshuang was not as she wished: "Yes, Brother Fu'er, you can come together, besides, you will go with good words." Jiayan's refusal was directly blocked in her throat and couldn't be said, ah hey, who said she was going? And what does it have to do with Xue Xue whether she is going or not, they are not familiar with each other?

Of course, Jiayan is not so stupid to refute Xue Ningshuang's words, in her opinion, Xue Xue and herself do not deal with her, so she naturally refuses to go with her, and then she pretends to be generous and withdraws and lets them go together, not only to establish a forbearant and generous lady image, but also to stay at home happily and enjoy the warmth of the mattress, wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone.

However, to her surprise, Xue Xue actually thought about it slightly when she heard this, and finally nodded in agreement.

Jia Yan couldn't help but look at him angrily, this guy who didn't have a firm position.

What's even more annoying is that Xue Xue received her angry eyes, and actually bared her teeth at her, smiling with a **** face: "Since Brother Ziqian is kindly invited, then I will be disrespectful." ”

“...”

Jiayan kept smiling, but her heart was dripping blood, her bed, her quilt, her stove, all were foaming, damn Xue Xue.

This anger intensified when he got into the carriage on the second day and saw Xue Xue, "Why are you?" ”

Unexpectedly, he just glanced up at Jiayan lightly, and wrote lightly: "My second sister and they took a carriage to Dongting Mountain, and you are not the only one who comes here." ”

"So early?"

"Persuade the monarch not to cherish the youth, and persuade the monarch to cherish the golden clothes. There are flowers that can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers and empty branches. Xue Xue suddenly groaned. Straight out laughing out loud, Xue Xue actually tampered with the distorted verses, and compared clothes and flowers to Zhuang Ziqian, but when I think about it, isn't it a correct image, a beautiful man who attracts bees and butterflies.

Jia Yan also couldn't help but smile and returned: "I see that it is a swing in the wall, a road outside the wall, a pedestrian outside the wall, and a beautiful woman in the wall laughing." It's a pity that Sister Xue, there is no grass at the end of the world. ”

"You're worried about her."

"Sister Xue treats me well, I naturally worry about her, unlike some people." Jia Yan lengthened his tone, and said slowly with him, but only received a cold snort from Xue Xue.

Seeing him like this, Jia Yan didn't bother to pay attention to him, so don't start to close your eyes and recuperate.

Xue Xue was energetic again, and he didn't even pay attention to the little guy outside the car asking him to get out of the car, but just sat up straight and asked, "How do you know that he is ruthless." ”

"Come here, I'll tell you." Hearing this, Jia Yan blinked his eyes and lowered his voice mysteriously.

Xue Xue didn't defend either, she was about to listen to it with her ears attached, but Shen Jiayan suddenly roared, shaking Xue Xue to the point that her eardrums hurt, and then she jumped out of the car, and she didn't forget to wave her hand in protest and make a grimace.

"Master Xue, I'm one step ahead." The good words also said goodbye happily.

I want to fight with my mother, you dream.

Xue Xue in the carriage was also angry, where had he ever seen such a shameless opponent, so he had to impatiently beckon the little guy to help him out of the carriage.

"Shen Jiayan, you are really good." He looked at the lively back and gritted his teeth.

When Shen Jiayan arrived, Xue Ningshuang and the others had been chatting in the pavilion for a long time, and looked at Jiayan to greet him, "Why did Sister Shen come now, hurry up, Brother Ziqian just made a painting, you just want to appreciate it together." "In less than a while, this title has changed from Senior Brother Zhuang to Brother Ziqian, the sour smell of love. Jia Yan shook the goosebumps on his body, and entered the pavilion with Xue Ningshuang.

Zhuang Ziqian can be admired by so many ladies, talent is nothing to say, Jiayan does not know how to paint, but a slight glance, painted on the pavilion red lacquer pillars and yellow bricks and tiles, the top is also carefully depicted in addition to the "double dragon playing with pearls" pattern, there are neatly paved steps under the pavilion.

Isn't this the pavilion where everyone stays?

"Senior Brother Zhuang's painting is really good, unlike me, I can't tell what it is." In fact, it is already obvious who the protagonist is today, and Jia Yan is not a person who is not long-sighted, and he smiled and flattered him after his ass.

Just talking and laughing, Xue Xue was finally late.

"Now that everyone is here, why don't you play a game and warm up." Zhuang Ziqian suggested with a smile.

As soon as she heard the game, Jiayan's eyes lit up, she was a layman, she couldn't stand it sitting and looking at the painting, and it was crisp and good.

"So what's the fun?"

"It's better to play drumming and pass flowers, that is, warm up and elegant." Xue Ningshuang proposed with a smile, and everyone should also agree. Jiayan can only secretly complain, what kind of thing is drumming and passing flowers, playing games is fun, isn't it good to play poker and do hide-and-hide.

Xue Ningshuang had already prepared the things for the game, let the maid tie a flower ball and start the game, and ordered a small group to beat the drum, the first to be passed was Zhuang Ziqian, he stood up and arched his hand and began to say: "Zhuang is ugly." ”

Jiayan was still happy to wait for him to "offer ugliness", but he opened his mouth and said: "The cold wind rises in front of the winter moon court, the wine and drums are noisy, and the trees fall white in the long sky, and the plum blossoms and snowflakes are not distinguished." “

Everyone praised it, but only Jia Yan was stunned: what about the good game? It turned out to be a poem?

Where can she compose poems, even if she copies the ancient poems she has learned, they are all from the Tang and Song dynasties, and now reading it is simply an insult to everyone's IQ, she can't call everyone a person I drink and get drunk.