Yang Ying didn't dare to bother anything, she collapsed in the pile to adjust her state, her arms drooping lazily, and she didn't have the personable image she had before.

"Since ancient times, it can be said that the main purpose of clouds is to rain, and the second is to be visible but unreachable." Thinking about what the clouds were used for in ancient times, and seeing if I could grasp the core idea and find some inspiration for myself.

Looking up at the clouds floating in the air, I wanted to reach out and touch them, but I had no choice but to look at him so far.

Sighed and shook his head, he really didn't have an idea, so he paced and wandered there by himself, Yang Ying wanted to step forward and say something, but it was not good to disturb Chen Le, what if he just had a clue, what could he do after being interrupted by him, so he could only wait so quietly.

Stupidly looking at the clouds in the sky, occasionally stopping to look at the peach blossoms below, a scene full of spring and peace.

Chen Le is comfortable looking at this beautiful scenery, but he is now in a time when his eyebrows are burning, and he has no time to empty himself.

The heavenly river in the north poured down, penetrating a patch of clouds, and falling from the sky in a sparse uproar.

"Yang Ying, look, what is this." Chen Le pointed to the north and said hurriedly, the scene of the river tilting that day was as turbulent as a waterfall and not losing its majesty.

"That's Tianhe, under the current Marshal Tianpeng." Yang Ying looked at Chen Le with a little doubt, only to see that his two eyes had been staring at that direction at the moment, and he didn't move.

"The heavenly river is similar to a river in the mortal world, and the spring is so full of joy, and there are such brilliant buildings above the clouds." Linking heaven and earth together, I turned around several times in the same place, and my eyes were always staring at the beautiful scenery outside the attic, and it was difficult to think of it.

In an instant, a spark in his brain was ignited, and as long as it burned, it was a sea of fire, and the fire brigade of the two companies couldn't extinguish Chen Le's clue at this moment.

"The spring color of Jinjiang comes to the world, and the floating clouds of the Red Mansion have changed from ancient to modern." By the way, he blurted out his vision with his own style, and his heart was comfortable, this problem was finally solved, and he was quite satisfied with this verse.

Zilong stood behind him, also nodded and savored, staring at the peach blossoms outside the attic, the Tianhe River tilted, and the Red Mansion Pavilion stood aside, the three scenes were one, so beautiful.

Yang Ying also clapped her hands after hearing this, and quickly hit the fan in her palm, "Good, good, good." "A series of three good words, it is enough to see that he is still very satisfied.

The two eyes also changed from being tired just now, and suddenly became energetic, and their eyelids blinked, as if to tell that they had cheered up again at this moment.

Chen Le naturally saw this scene as well, frowning slightly, thinking about something.

"No, I have to change it, I always feel a little worse." Chen Le stretched out a palm and rushed towards Yang Ying and waved his hand.

Yang Ying looked at Chen Le indifferently, "This is already very good, with such verses, I believe that no one present should be invincible." "I am too different from Chen Le for poetry and poetry, and I can't compare with him at all, if I really do it, I won't ask Chen Le.

After all, in Yang Ying's eyes, the artistic conception of Chen Le's poems is really unbeatable, brought into the picture by words, and then given people an immersive feeling by the picture, which seems to be true but not real, and seems to be illusory but not illusory.

"Let me think about it again, if you want to win, you have to be perfect." Since Chen Le agreed to Yang Ying, he naturally said the same, and fell into contemplation there alone, muttering the verses he had just made.

"Jinjiang spring is a bit too general, although it is a vision, but the peach blossoms are in full bloom is the current beauty, and the spring recovery is too cumbersome, and this Penglai town uses Jinjiang is just much better than Tianhe, and the word "two" day is wordy, but it seems verbose." He read it alone and revealed his heart to the two people present, while Chen Le was more like an eighty-year-old old man with a high collar, chattering for a long time.

Yang Ying didn't have the slightest complaint at the moment, naturally he listened to it all, for the first half of the sentence, he really couldn't find any small flaws, nodded vigorously in agreement, and when it came to the back, he started to turn a little brain.

"Okay, if you use the knife, I'll start with the second half of the sentence." The small mouth pouted slightly, revealing his own bohemian and uninhibited smile.

sat on the chair by himself, shook the fan, and muttered the second half of the sentence, "The clouds of the Red Mansion have become ancient and modern." Repeat sentence by sentence, so as to make the artistic conception in Chen Le's poem more quickly let yourself in.

This sentence does describe the clouds, which is just opposite to the spring color in the first half of the sentence, which highlights the majesty of the clouds, and the correspondence between the two also makes the style more public.

Seeing the red attic in front of him, he showed a little puzzled look, "Red Mansion? Red Mansion? Repeatedly saying the word Red Mansion, his eyes were also staring at the direction of Chen Le's gaze before, which was the Red Mansion Pavilion.

"It's better for me to replace this Red Mansion, today is the Red Pavilion Society, it is better to take the name of the Pavilion Association." Showing off his cleverness here again, he felt that his modification this time was decent, so he hurriedly greeted Chen Le.

"The pavilion will change the clouds into ancient and modern, what do you think of this?" He read aloud there with confidence, but in exchange for Chen Le's disappointed shake of his head.

"You listen to me well, you should use him later." Chen Le said to Yang Ying solemnly, his whole expression was not the same as before, but he was still a little worried, "The peach blossoms of Jinjiang come to the world, and the floating clouds of the Red Mansion have become ancient and modern. ”

This is not forced by pressure, where does the motivation come from without pressure, where does the motivation come from without motivation, it is not good to do all your best to help Yang Ying marry Qu Bing, and his hidden task has to be cool, maybe he will have to be punished by the system or something, because he has been working all day here to enjoy the scenery and see the beauties.

said to Yang Ying word by word very seriously, and was afraid that he would say it too quickly, so he repeated it again.

This whole poem was also memorized by Yang Ying in his heart, and at the same time, he memorized it several times in his heart, put the fan in front of his mouth, and muttered those two sentences in a low voice, for fear that the poem he read out would be transmitted to the ears of other competitors through the wind.

The more I memorize, the better I feel, catchy, and every time I recite it, I have a feeling of being in this red pavilion, standing on the side of the red pavilion, admiring the blooming peach blossoms, and the sound of the river entering the mortal world that day, the floating clouds in the sky are still floating there, giving people a sense of paradise.

has a strong sense of substitution, so that Yang Ying put her whole body and mind into those two lines of poetry at the moment, so she enjoyed it. And although only the second half of the sentence mentions the cloud, this cloud is the finale of the game, the finishing touch, without this cloud, this scene is dead, and it can't move at all.

Feeling the wonder of this poem, Yang Ying's admiration for Chen Le in her heart is even more significant, and it is simply a five-body throw.

Chen Le was happy when he saw Yang Ying's satisfied smile, "Helping others is the foundation of happiness, and it's true." Because at this moment, he himself also felt a joy burst out from the bottom of his heart that he had never felt before.

Although he helps others and plays a little ninety-nine, but at the moment, he has no time to care about those hidden tasks, and he will not leave any regrets for this Red Pavilion meeting.

Yang Ying muttered a few more times, very satisfied, her eyelashes blinked upward, and both eyes seemed to tell her happy emotions at the moment.

"With this poem, I believe that in this Wendou, few people can compete with Chen Le." Yang Ying looked at Chen Le with conviction, now that everything is ready, just wait for the time to come.

"Hopefully, there's still time, let me think about it again." Chen Le turned around again, looked at the clouds in the sky alone, and fell into contemplation again, and his heart was not shocked.

"I don't know what kind of poems other people will make, and I can't measure what I'm saying." There was a crowd of people below, and it looked like they had been waiting for a long time.

"You say, who will say something amazing this time."

"I think the man in Tsing Yi was good before, didn't you see his confident expression after announcing the topic as the little city lord."

"I don't know, I think the man wearing an orchid is good, and he looks heroic between his eyebrows."

"Oh? Do you want to make a bet? ”

"Bet on whom, who's afraid of whom."

These people are really idle and panicked, and they have said out loud the TA in their minds here, after all, the one who wins the first place will get the Hua Dan who has never been out of the cabinet.

"Come on, come on, I'll sit in the village, first press first come, come on." This is really, where there is demand, there is a market, This village also appeared, and he took out a black object in his hand, which looked very similar to Chen Le's things in the video game city to brush off the merit points.

"I'll press a hundred merits to point the man in Tsing Yi." A gold card was pulled out and thrown to the man.

"I'll press fifty merit points, just the man with muscles and beard." As he spoke, he made a vicious expression similar to him, he was already thin and weak, and he looked so funny.

"Cut, it really is." One of them sneered, squinting at them, and couldn't help but arouse everyone's disgust, "Give me ten merit points, that orchid man." ”

Laughter erupted, all pointing at the man who had pressed ten merit points, but he didn't care at all.

After being noisy for a long time, the yellow fat man had two people to bet, but Yang Ying only had ten merit points, he was too panicked before, and others always thought he was lucky.