Bian Xuejing laughed: "Am I that scary?" Okay, I'll formally apologize to you, the point, I really thought that your poem was a confession to me, I hate boys like that. ”

Bian Xuejing's face is gentle, and now she has lost that pride and has become more approachable.

Xi Qing said in his heart that in fact, that poem was really the inspiration after seeing you at that time, but he said: "Blame me, it's me who hides it deeply." ”

"And are you still scared when you look at me now?"

Bian Xuejing gave a burning gaze.

She is very firm, and her eyes are as gentle as moonlight, but Xi Qing still can't look at the stars, and there is always a kind of love that bothers him.

"I'm not afraid."

Xi Qing, who had finished lying, turned around: "That's the matter of the host, I have to do something else." ”

"There you go."

For Bian Xuejing at this time, she just regarded Xi Qing as a junior, but she didn't know that the charm on her body was the lethality of a little boy looking at her.

It's not Xi Qing's problem, it's that any boy will be hurt by the former's gaze.

Xi Qing came out of the classroom, and he met with the friends of the poetry club.

The two things he has to do are to find the geniuses in poetry and compete in the school so that they can look good.

The second is to produce several, or at least one, masterpieces, so that this poem will become a classic and bloom in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Competition. I'm afraid that only in this way can I really call Li Sha of the Propaganda Department, including those who look at their own jokes, the secretarial department's jokes, and the poetry jokes, have a soberness: poetry is eternal pride! It's an indestructible number!

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I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally cast on the heart of your waves—you need not be surprised, and you need not rejoice, to be wiped out in an instant.

You, so close, but so far away, far in front of you, and close to the horizon;

When I laugh, my face will be like a spring flower, and I will definitely be able to move people, no matter who he is.

Shi Wen, Tao Xiaoman, and junior brother Qiu Qihua, the three of them stood in front of Xi Qing.

In the minutes ahead, the four of them seemed to have a dialogue of the century.

Qiu Qihua incarnated as a wet man in the Republic of China, Shiwen became a modern version of Xu Zhimo, and Tao Xiaoman became Sanmao, showing their talents in their poetry world, and using poetry to create a beautiful performance.

Xi Qing is to have this effect, strong and strong confrontation, in order to make the competition more beautiful and more fun.

Of course, in addition to the three of them, there will definitely be dark horses in this competition, which will make the poetry contest more interesting. Therefore, this does not prevent Xi Qing from making preparations now.

Plan ahead, if not, Xi Qing doesn't make sure that the game will be eye-catching enough.

The first step seems to be fine.

In the second step, Xi Qing needs to have a swan song that can be recited for the ages. Back then, Su Shi sang a water-tune song, so that the Mid-Autumn Festival was full of lovesickness, when is the bright moon, the wine asked the blue sky is hearty, that sentence I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together Chanjuan makes people sigh.

Every sentence is like a melody, swinging into people's hearts, if, if a word like zào is created again, Xi Qing believes, believes that all people will be shocked, and the charm of poetry will also irresistibly rush into people's hearts.

Pen.

When Xi Qing grabbed a large pen, the members of the club had already gone out for activities, and Xi Qing was the only one left in the classroom.

At this time, the sky is still clear, and a few white clouds are wandering around the skyline walking destination.

The scenery of the sun is very beautiful, the distant mountains are verdant, and the charming scenery is as picturesque as Xi Qing closes his eyes.

People are paying attention to the full moon on August 15, it seems that only the full moon can express feelings, and only the night is easier to express feelings.

But I don't know, in fact, I have love in my heart, and I care about what day and night.

said that the day does not understand the darkness of the night, how can you ask about the tiredness of the day at night?

Since spring, the miserable green and sad red, the heart is a matter of cocoa.

Xi Qing's eyes suddenly became sad, and he frowned with sorrow, and then went to his heart.

In the next second, the poem was already flying on the paper...

……

As soon as Xi Qing finished writing, Hao Le's call came in.

Rolling up the poem, Xi Qing answered the phone: "What, Hao Le, is there something wrong?" ”

"It's all right. Two things, one is that Sister Li Sha asked you to report a program quickly. Sister Li Sha said that you can show calligraphy and painting, but you are not popular at the party, and you can sing. She said that your singing voice is very good, and I remembered that we haven't sung for a long time, have you been singing a lot lately? ”

"I know this, but I don't want to sing, what about the other one?" Xi Qing asked.

Hao Le smiled: "Another, our brothers haven't been together for a long time, you got so many scraps last time, don't you invite the brothers to eat?" ”

Xi Qing nodded, and then remembered this: "I forgot about it." You're welcome. Then you can help me inform you, and I will invite everyone to dinner in the evening. ”

Hao Le said: "That's right, you must go to a better hotel." I think we will go to Xiangtianxia hot pot? ”

"No problem."

"That, Zhang Ye has found a girlfriend, is it okay for him to bring his girlfriend along?"

Xi Qingzhen didn't think that Zhang Ye would have a girlfriend so soon, but he himself is strong and has a sense of security, and girls may like it.

"Yes. Anyone who has a girlfriend can bring it. ”

Hung up the phone, Xi Qing suddenly wanted to make a carving for himself at this time.

Yes, the ordinary carving knife can be infinitely moving, and the warm current of my sister's prayer has helped me get a new life, but I must remember the place of departure.

Picking up the carving knife, Xi Qing was about to find his original self now, and he decided to create a work for himself and carve a wood carving of his own.

Not for anything else, just to pay tribute to myself at this time, to find this self from the origin in the future, to remember myself, and leave a trace of warmth and touch.

Xi Qing's carving is still as fast as ever, the sharp carving knife is now completely like Xi Qing's other hand, the fluttering appearance that plays like butterfly wings, it must be powerful, refreshing and not greasy, if it is seen by a girl, it must feel that Xi Qing is cool. All he has to do now is to sculpt portraits, sculpt his high-spirited old self.

Compared to those big wet female models who love to sculpt, red. Naked woman, Xi Qing tried men's silver today, that is, his own carving.

PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket late at night, please check if there is any surplus food in the ticket warehouse, and take it out as soon as you have it!

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