Judging from the appearance of Yan Pushen, Ming Jueqian knew that he might have an idea in his heart, and now he was struggling. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ming Jueqian said: "What are you struggling with, what ideas do you have, you name it, it is not good to do good deeds." ”

"I have a poem now, but I don't know if it's going to work." It's a bit of a dilemma.

"Write it out and read it, don't worry about it." When Ming Jueqian heard that there was something in his stomach, he immediately stood up, took a pen and paper and came over.

Put the paper away, open the pen for Yan Pushen, and now Ming Jue is waiting for Yan Pushen to splash ink.

He picked up the pen, he felt that he should write it, and if he couldn't write it, he would say it.

"Actually, sleeping with you is similar to being slept with by you."

Yan Pushen wrote the first sentence on the paper, and Ming Jueqian was directly stunned, what are you doing?

But it's not good to interrupt Mingjue Shen, he wants to see what he can write.

"It's nothing more than the force of two bodies colliding, nothing more than the flower that this force urges to bloom."

"It's nothing more than the imaginary spring of this flower, which makes us mistakenly think that life has been reopened."

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, what was he doing, was he kidding himself?

"For most of China, everything is happening: the smoke of gunpowder is everywhere, and the flames of war are not extinguished."

"Some political prisoners and displaced people who are not cared about

, all the way at gunpoint soldiers and civilians. ”

This sentence, Ming Jueqian felt that it was still a little interesting, but Ming Jueqian immediately felt that he was wrong.

"I'm going through a hail of bullets to sleep with you."

"I have pressed countless nights into a dawn to sleep with you."

"I'm innumerable, I'm running into one, I'm going to sleep with you."

Sleep you, sleep you, or sleep you......

Ming Jueqian finally knew why Yan Pushen asked just now, that woman's ability to accept the West, Ming Jueqian felt that this expression was not only explicit, this was simply open breasts and breasts, okay.

"Of course, I'll be led astray by some butterflies."

"Think of some compliments as spring."

"Make a dream-like village home."

"And they."

"It's all an indispensable reason for me to sleep with you."

After writing and putting down the pen, he remembered this one, or because it was very popular on the Internet at the time, if it was replaced by something else, he really didn't know.

His literary literacy is not so high, and he is now forced to have no choice.

Yan Pushen finished writing, and then he looked at Ming Jue Qian, Ming Jue Qian also finished reading, and looked at Yan Pu Shen in a daze.

"How's that?" Yan Pushen asked with some uncertainty, because he didn't know if the current people could accept it, although some of them were not suitable for the current place, he had already modified them, but they were still explicit.

Ming Jueqian heard Yan Pushen's question, he didn't speak, just stretched out a thumbs up.

"High, it's really high, the little brother is willing to bow down, I didn't expect that brother, you are a real literati, you can be sassy." Mingjue is now admired.

He really admired it, he didn't expect that Rong Pushen could write such vividly about a sleeping you.

"Don't talk, are you going to use it?" Kurinpo asked.

"Yes, why not." Mingjue is shallow, although it is explicit, but Mingjue is shallow to use.

Fierce medicine, that is, to take fierce medicine, doesn't that woman like poetry?

Okay, I'll show you, have you ever seen such a poem, no?

Mingjue shallow didn't believe it, and the woman would be indifferent when she saw that this was a poem.

Because Mingjue knows that person and woman, he knows the woman's inner activities, this kind of poem, he feels that ordinary women can't accept it, but that woman is not necessarily.

Mingjueqian picked up the paper, read it again and said: "The writing is brilliant, I admire it." ”

"Less nonsense." It was good to see that he could help Mingjueqian, he was just to help Mingjueqian, otherwise he had nothing to do, what was he writing this thing for.

Mingjueqian got what he wanted, Mei Zizi was ready to sleep, and he knew that he would be busy tomorrow, so he was also ready to rest.

Lying on the bed, Ming Jueqian asked Yan Pushen: "You said that I will take out such a domineering poem tomorrow, will that woman just obey me, and my task will be completed." ”

"You're dreaming." Tsunakufuka said.

"This is not a dream, you wait and see, my Ming Dashao's means, coupled with your Brother Pushen's literary talent, it is not easy to capture." Mingjue was shallow and proud.

Yan Pushen was a little embarrassed, because Ming Jueqian said that this was his own literary talent, but it was not.

So he said, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't write this, I read it from somewhere else." ”

"I understand, I understand, don't worry, I know, I won't tell anyone." Mingjue Qian immediately said, looking like my mouth was very tight.

Yan Pushen sighed helplessly, he knew that Ming Jueqian still felt that he had written it himself.

Of course, Ming Jueqian thinks that it was written by Yan Pushen, because there is no such poem at all now.

And it was written by Yan Pu Shen, it was written by Ming Jue Qian looking at Yan Pu Shen, and now Yan Pu Shen said that he didn't write it himself, and Ming Jue Qian can understand.

Because this kind of thing is too explicit, he thinks that it is because Yan Pushen doesn't want to admit it, so Ming Jueqian feels that he understands it in his heart.

But I understand it in my heart, but I also wonder in my heart, why can I write such a thing because I am a person who has little to do with women.

Mingjue felt in his heart that it might be that he was an unrestrained person in his heart, but he had been suppressing it, so he could write such a thing.

"By the way, what's the name of the poem?" Suddenly Ming Jueqian asked, he suddenly remembered, don't ask that woman tomorrow, it's fun if you can't say it.

"Traveling through most of China to sleep with you." Yan Pu said weakly, he felt that his image in Ming Jueqian's mind had collapsed.

"Okay, the name of the poem is also domineering, easy to understand, and I am from Nanjing, although it is not half of China, but it has also crossed the mountains and mountains, and it is a topic." Mingjue is shallow, and don't forget to compliment it.

He really couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "Sleep." ”

"Okay, sleep, sleep." Seeing that Yan Pushen had done him such a big favor today, of course Ming Jueqian slept contentedly.

When I was sleeping, Ming Jueqian had a hint of a smile, today for the sake of poetry, Ming Jueqian was sad to death, and now that the matter is solved, don't you just have a good night's sleep.

I didn't say anything all night, and when I woke up the next morning, I went to Le Zhaoqin's place for dinner.

Now there is no need for Le Zhaoqin to come over and call, both of them know what time it is time to get up, Ming Jueqian is very excited today, and feels that he has succeeded today.

But he knew in his heart that he might not have time tonight, because there were many things waiting for them today.

P.S.: At that time, the word China had already appeared, so it should be used here, and there is no need to change it.