"Sister Yao, let's go."

Ye Tang shouted and turned around and ran, Luo Yao almost didn't choke to death, and chased after him.

Sister Yao, dead boy, see if I don't tear your mouth.

"Ye Tang Ye Ziqing!" Luo Yao gritted her teeth.

Ye Tang ran fast, Luo Yao didn't desperately chase after her because she had to pay attention to her demeanor, and when she turned the corner, Ye Tang had already lost her shadow.

Luo Yao is so angry.

Dead little monkey, the monk can't run the temple, you wait for me at the pavilion.

After agreeing with the air, Luo Yaosuo's surname stopped chasing, so he walked over quickly, and if he ran again, he would go back to the pavilion, and he couldn't escape to the sky.

Step by step, Luo Yao gave up, and soon returned to the pavilion, and saw Ye Tang at a glance, but what made her angry was that the little hairy boy actually sat aside and sat on Lin Yan's seat.

Luo Yao was angry, Ye Tang was calm, the old god was there, and he was sitting on the stone bench, of course he knew that she would be angry, so he changed seats with Lin Yu as soon as he came back.

Lin Yu is still very easy to speak, although she can't figure it out, but it's just a change of seat, it's not a big deal.

When Luo Yao came back, Ye Tang noticed it, but he didn't even look at her, his eyes were focused, and he listened intently to Mr. Shui Qing's conversation. Of course, this is pretending, Mr. Shui Qing is not talking to him, but talking about poetry with Wei Zixuan and Yu Yueqing.

"Little sister, how about we change seats?" Luo Yao walked over lightly and said softly in Lin Yu's ear, she must be a lady at this time, otherwise her father will definitely scold.

Ye Tang can change her seat, can't she change it? Dead boy, wait until you change seats and see how I clean you up!

Luo Yao glanced at Ye Tang, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

When he came back, he didn't sit down in his seat, but whispered in Lin Yu's ear, Ye Tang knew that it was bad, and this little girl wanted to make it bad again? No, she can't be allowed to succeed.

Ye Tang grabbed Lin Yan's hand as soon as he could, dearly, can't you leave your man......

Luo Yao probably also wanted to change her seat, this Ye Tang guessed it, and she must not be allowed to sit next to her, otherwise she would really be 'thundered and fired' and burn herself.

Little girl, don't change with her!

Ye Tang gave Lin Yu a look.

was grabbed again, still holding her palm, Lin Yu turned around, her eyes were fixed on Ye Tang's face, and there was a chill in her eyes, didn't she say that you were not allowed to hold hands?

Sweat!

Ye Tang had cold sweat soaking out of his brain, but he really couldn't let go at this time, in case her ears were soft Luo Yao sat over, he wouldn't have to live.

"Lin Yan, come on, drink." You can't let go, but you can pull the corner of your clothes if you don't hold your hand, Ye Tang hurriedly grabbed Lin Yan's placket, and handed her a wine glass at the same time.

Ye Tang's appearance was a little embarrassed, but he finally stopped holding his hand, Lin Yan's face softened slightly, this Ye Tang, I don't know what is crazy again!

"Have you drunk ......" handed her a wine glass, but it was he who had drunk it, Lin Yu rolled her eyes, and she didn't bother to look at Ye Tang.

Faint.

Ye Tang almost fell to the ground, this, this, he really didn't mean it.

"Luo Yao, sit down." After Luo Yao came back, she stood aside, didn't sit down for a long time, and pulled and pulled, Mr. Shui Qing glanced at her and said with some dissatisfaction, There are guests here, pay attention to be polite.

This father is very majestic, oh and sat down quickly, but after sitting down, Luo Yao still glanced at Ye Tang fiercely, dead boy, don't be complacent, there will always be a chance to clean you up.

Ye Tang was laughing, and as soon as Mr. Shui Qing spoke, he smiled, and a smile came from his eyes, Mr. Shui Qing was still amazing, and he restrained the fierce woman with one sentence.

Ye Tang really wanted to send him a lollipop as a reward.

"Ziqing, do you know the poems of the third brother?" After letting Luo Yao be quiet, Mr. Shui Qing spoke to Ye Tang again.

Ye Tang was stunned for a moment, third brother? Which third brother? Do you mean him?

It's a little strange, is there anything else called 'third brother', and the poems are not bad?

Ye Tang was a little stunned.

Mr. Shui Qing thought that he didn't know, so he continued: "It's the third brother who published "If Life Is Only as First Seen" and "Queqiao Immortal", Ziqing, the third brother's literary talent is even better than yours, you have to guard against arrogance and rashness, and don't be complacent." ”

Mr. Shui Qing suddenly said this, Ye Tang was a little crying and laughing, it turned out that he was still talking about it!

Quickly nodded, pride and complacency have nothing to do with him at all, even if pride and complacency are not still him, the third brother is the same person.

Ye Tang was amused in his heart.

"If Life Is Only as First Seen" and "Queqiao Immortal" are indeed rare to see, and Xinping is not as good." Wei Zixuan sighed, but he was still a little unconvinced, no matter how powerful it was, there were only those two, he had produced more than a dozen fine poems, and the first-class ones couldn't be counted.

The quality is slightly inferior, but the quantity is much more.

"Third brother?" Yu Yueqing was also stunned for a moment, and then she stared at Ye Tang's face, it seems that this stinky boy wanted to use 'Third Brother' when he took the pen name, is it him?

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan, and so on idle changes but the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan said that it was half a night, and the tears and rain and zero bells did not complain, how could it be like Bo Xingjin Yilang, and he would like to say that he was willing to do so. ”

Mrs. Shui Qing read it again and sighed: "If life is only as first seen, only this one sentence, the third brother will be famous for eternity, alas, what kind of character does it have to be to write such poems?" I'm not as good as that. ”

"There is also 'If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight', the third brother's lyrics are really amazing." Mr. Shui Qing added, also sighing continuously.

Ye Tang swallowed his throat and said: "Mr. Shuiqing, since "Life is Only as First Seen" and "Queqiao Immortal" are so good, can the 'Third Brother' be called a 'Great Writer' and 'Great Grandmaster'?" ”

Of course, those two poems are good, Ye Tang is a little nervous, it's really good to enjoy the shade with his back against the tree.

"Great writer? Grand Master? That must be a little worse, there is the atmosphere of a literary master, but after all, it is only two songs, it is too early to be called a great writer, it depends on his performance later. ”

Mr. Shui Qing laughed, this 'third brother' does have the potential to become a 'great writer', and the potential is unlimited, but now, it's still a little early to say anything.

Wei Zixuan glanced at Ye Tang with disdain, this kid, is it so easy to call a great writer and a great grandmaster? I didn't know it, I thought it was your radish and Chinese cabbage, so cheap.

"Great writer, the great master is not a radish and cabbage, and one or two good poems don't mean anything." Wei Zixuan chuckled, and there was contempt in his eyes that could not be concealed. This kid who was praised by the teacher is nothing more than that.

Luo Yao and Yu Yueqing also glanced at Ye Tang, and they couldn't help but smile, his question was really funny, what kind of character can be called a great writer and a great master?

It's not just two poems that can be called.

Mrs. Shuiqing smiled and said, "Ye Tang, you have to work hard, you Mr. Shuiqing always praises you in my ear, don't be compared to others." ”

Ye Tang smiled embarrassedly, Khan, it seems that this question is really a bit stupid, but with the poems in his memory, he still doesn't believe that he can't 'reborn the great writer' and 'reborn the great writer', if he can't get those classic poems out and become a great writer, then he can really hang himself.

Go for it! Juvenile!

Ye Tang clenched his hands.

(ps: If you don't like to see it, please xx, call it a fart, it seems that someone forced you to seem. Say. Well, obscenity has been noted, thank you tourist friends. That's it for today.)

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