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When he went back, he didn't go to see the situation in the warehouse, because he was very confident in his heart, and he knew what he was doing, so he didn't need to look at it.

And he knew very well in his heart that those opiums must be hopeless, otherwise he would not have done useless work.

So Yan Pu Shen went home, and when Yan Pu Shen arrived home, Ming Jue Qian had not come back.

Since Ming Jueqian didn't come back, Yan Pu Shen went to talk to Le Zhaoqin, and Le Zhaoqin also asked Yan Pu Shen what he wanted to eat tomorrow, and she made it for Yan Pu Shen.

The two chatted with each other, like old friends who had known each other for many years, even if they didn't speak and just sat quietly, the two didn't look embarrassed.

Le Zhaoqin was very interested in what he was doing when he went out just now, and asked the bottom of it, because Le Zhaoqin knew in her heart that she still had to leave some private space for men.

"Stand up, I'll measure you." Suddenly, Le Zhaoqin said.

"What's wrong?" He stood up obediently, but he was curious about how he began to measure the size.

Le Zhaoqin said with great interest: "I passed by a shop that bought wool a few days ago, the wool in it is so beautiful, I will knit you a sweater in a few days." ”

Yan Pushen couldn't laugh or cry.

"Sister, it's only been a few months, and you've started knitting sweaters." Now in this weather, wearing a sweater is not hot to death.

"Wait until it's time to wear it, and then start knitting, do you think it's too late?" Le Zhaoqin said vigorously.

I think it's right, and when it's time to wear it in winter, of course, I can't keep up with it.

Although you can also buy it, but Le Zhaoqin's heart, it is difficult for Yan Pushen to refuse.

After chatting with Le Zhaoqin for a while, the size was also measured, and Ming Jueqian also came back at this time.

He came back directly and came to Le Zhaoqin's room, he knew that Yan Pushen must be here, and he came over with a shallow hippie smile.

"I know to play, come back early in the future, it's not safe at night." Seeing that Mingjue was shallow, Le Zhaoqin said like a big sister.

In front of Le Zhaoqin, Ming Jueqian didn't dare to be presumptuous, and said with a smile: "It's Sister Zhaoqin, I will pay attention to safety." ”

The three of them said a few words, and Mingpu Shen and Ming Jueqian went back to their rooms, and Yan Pushen asked, "How is it?" ”

Ming Jueqian frowned and said: "She likes poetry, I'll discuss it with her, she also said that she is tired of reading them, does she want me to write one?" ”

Yan Pushen nodded silently, girls who like poetry, of course, hope that the person they like will also write poetry.

But she is married to the leader of a gang, do you think the leader of the gang can write poetry?

Even if it doesn't look like five big and three coarse, fighting and killing all day long, but you say that you can write poetry, it's a little unrealistic.

So the girl's fantasy came, Ming Jueqian looks like a talent, but it looks like he can write poetry, but he knows that writing poetry will kill Ming Jueqian.

Sure enough, Mingjue howled: "What do you like, do you like poetry, or modern poetry, how can I." ”

"Say it like you would in classical poetry." He struck a blow mercilessly.

Ming Jueqian said: "Don't laugh at your brother, think of a way, she likes poetry, do I want to find someone to write about someone." ”

"Who are you looking for?" Kurinpo asked.

"I ......" is not familiar with life in Shanghai, who do you find to write for you, even if you go to the street and give some money casually, let someone write one for you.

What if the woman is not satisfied?

You want to find a literati with a level to write one for you, but people have to pay attention to you, literati are all arrogant, how can they write poems to you casually.

And this poem is quite important, if Mingjue's shallow poem can amaze that woman, then things should be inseparable.

But if the woman is not satisfied, she may have a shallow impression of enlightenment, and she will plummet all of a sudden.

Mingjue looked at Pu Shen and said, "Brother Pu Shen save me." ”

"Neither will I." Ranpo shouted in horror.

"Don't, don't die without help." Mingjue shallow pulled the wall Pushen and said.

Yan Pu frowned deeply, he didn't read much modern poetry before, and there were only two things he could remember, one was Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane, and the other was Xu Zhimo's Farewell Kangqiao.

But these two poems have been written for almost ten years, and if you let Yan Pushen say it now, you are not scolded by Mingjueqian.

But apart from these two hands, he really hasn't read much modern poetry, and what he has read has already been written by this time.

Sanmao's Yanpu can't remember it, he knows some famous sentences, but he doesn't know the full text.

He is a person who goes undercover in a criminal gang, not in a literary group, so how can he have a study of modern poetry, and he is now chasing ducks to the shelves.

Seeing that Yan Pushen would not know, Ming Jueqian said: "Forget it, don't discuss poetry and poetry with her, find another way to take him down." ”

This self-confidence is shallow, but Yu Pushen is a little worried in his heart, and the time has dragged on for a long time, which is not conducive to the shallowness of Mingjue.

He knew that Mingjue Qian could take it down by other means, but it was not as fast as throwing it in.

After thinking about it, he asked, "Is her thinking Westernized?" ”

"Of course it's Westernized, otherwise you can like modern poetry?" Ming Jueqian said that he still knows a lot about women, and that woman likes poetry, so it is better to say that she likes the life in poetry.

This woman married the gang boss, naturally because she felt that the gang boss didn't understand her and didn't have a common language with herself, otherwise she wouldn't let Ming Jue have an opportunity.

Of course, this kind of woman is a little pretentious, although she can't write poetry, she still sees women very thoroughly.

Yan Pushen asked again: "Do you think there is anything very traditional in her bones, or is it too explicit that can't be expressed?" ”

"Of course not, she has become a relative, and she is still ambiguous with me here, how much tradition do you think there can be in your bones." Ming Jueqian said.

Now that Shanghai has been hit too hard by Western culture, and the nightlife here is very rich, the relationship between men and women has been unprecedentedly opened here.

Although it can't be said in front of people, but after people, it is already relatively open.

"What are you asking for? Do you have an idea? Ming Jueqian asked excitedly, if Yan Pushen really had an idea, Ming Jueqian also knew that he could save a lot of trouble.

Prescribing the right medicine and doing what it likes is always the fastest way, and it is not stupid to be shallow, and of course it will not want to be thankless.

He did have some ideas in his heart now, but he didn't know if he could succeed, and he was still hesitating in his heart.