The staring between the two was finally broken because of Lin Fan's words, Dong Yumo seemed to feel a little embarrassed, shrugged his head and didn't dare to raise it again, his white cheeks were instantly as rosy as red apples in the peak season.

Seeing her shy appearance, Lin Fan didn't dare to make any further bold acts, just gently placed the pear blossom on the stone table, and then turned his back to her to quietly admire the pear blossom in the courtyard.

"The peach blossom nunnery in the peach blossom dock, the peach blossom fairy under the peach blossom nunnery, the peach blossom fairy planted the peach tree, and picked the peach blossom for wine money.

When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep with the flowers, you are half awake and half drunk, and the flowers bloom and fall year after year.

I hope that the old and dead will spend the wine room, and I don't want to bow to the front of the carriage and horses, the dust and horses are full of fun for the rich, and the wine cup flowers and branches are for the poor.

Others laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others for not being able to see through it, not seeing the tomb of Wuling heroes, hoeing fields without flowers and wine. ”

Looking at Pear Blossom thinking about peach blossoms in his heart, thinking of peach blossoms, Lin Fan couldn't help but think of Tang Bohu's "Peach Blossom Poem", and unconsciously, he gently chanted out the "Peach Blossom Poem" that he could recite backwards.

When Lin Fan read the first sentence, Dong Yumo felt curious, curiously looking at him standing with his hands in his hands and chanting poetry, at first she was curious about how such a man in front of her could chant poetry, and later, as Lin Fan gradually chanted, her mind was attracted by the content of the poem.

The poem was unfamiliar to her, it was the first time she had heard it, but the first time she heard it, it sounded so smooth that she had memorized some of the verses, but most of them still did not understand them all.

Lin Fan was pondering whether this poem was related to the current environment, and after thinking about it, if he regarded this pavilion as a peach blossom hermitage, he might still be able to feel some charm, and suddenly a fragrance came from behind him, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Miss Dong walking in front of him for some reason, seeing her staring at herself with a smile, it seems that she is not the kind of girl who blushes when she sees a man in her imagination.

"The poems chanted by Lin Gongzi are happy and comfortable, which makes people feel comfortable all over the body, as if there is a sense of warmth, dare to ask Lin Gongzi where this poem comes from, why I have never heard of it, can you tell the little girl?"

I didn't expect that this poem that I had inadvertently recited could make the beautiful woman in front of me admire it so much, which was a good thing, but Lin Fan secretly complained in his heart, he didn't know how to deal with it.

After thinking about it for a while, he only had the cheekiness to treat himself as Tang Bohu, looked at the pear blossoms and smiled: "This is just a beautiful artistic conception that I came up with temporarily, standing in front of the pear blossoms, what I think about is the peach blossoms, standing in this pavilion and watching the peach blossoms, I think that if I dance with the peach blossoms day and night, enjoy the peach blossoms, brew the peach blossom wine, and live a warm and comfortable pastoral life, free and carefree...... Isn't this the kind of life that many people want to live? ”

Dong Yumo listened in a daze, looked at the familiar pear blossom forest and sighed, "I have always lingered among the flowers, and I have been accompanied by the peach blossom forest, but I have not been able to write any poems, I am really ashamed, and I have wasted these beautiful flowers." ”

Lin Fan waved his hand without blushing and smiled: "Different experiences, different artistic conceptions, and different ideas, you can't think of peach blossoms as poems, it's no wonder you, it's just that you have lived in the boudoir for a long time, you have seen and heard very little, and you are quite satisfied with your current life, and you have never been involved in the real pastoral life, how can you have associations if you have no vision for such a life."

This is just me making it up, Miss Dong doesn't have to worry about it, isn't it just a few verses. ”

Dong Yumo smiled bitterly: "The original troublesome self-blame in Lin Gongzi's mouth has naturally become the environment's actions, Lin Gongzi can really comfort people, after you say this, I feel a lot more comfortable."

But you are also too modest, you are obviously a good poem but you say that it is nonsense, and some blame such a good poem. ”

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Miss Dong, don't praise me like this, I will be proud."

Dong Yumo smiled and didn't say anything, turned around and sat back in his original position, took out a pen and paper and asked Lin Fan: "Can Lin Gongzi chant again, I want to copy it down, and I can enjoy it slowly in the future, and there are ...... Can Lin Gongzi name this poem? ”

Regardless of whether Dong Yumo agreed or not, Lin Fan sat opposite her with a smile, supporting his head with his left hand, and gently tapping on the stone table with his right hand, reciting "Peach Blossom Poem" again while knocking.

Dong Yumo was copying carefully, Lin Fan was reciting "Peach Blossom Poem" in his mouth, but his eyes were staring at Dong Yumo, it was the first time to appreciate his favorite girl so closely, and it was the first time that he was so open-minded.

In the past, when he saw good-looking beauties, he glanced back a few times at most, and sometimes he saw a sleeping beautiful mixed-race child on the train, but he only glanced at it secretly, and kept staring at others, but he would be framed as a big hooligan with bad intentions, but in fact, Lin Fan was just pure appreciation at that time, just like now, there was no trace of distraction in his heart.

Lin Fan very much hopes that time will stay at this time forever, under the noon sun, under such a cloudless blue sky, sitting in a small pavilion with no one around, quietly admiring the beautiful girl, as if admiring a painting, a beautiful picture that has been imprinted in his heart.

It's just that time has to pass, but no matter how long the poem is, there is a moment when it is copied.

Before Lin Fan could appreciate enough, Dong Yumo finished copying it, and retracted his gaze, Lin Fan felt for the first time that time would pass so quickly, and he hadn't been so absorbed in it for a long time.

As if sensing Lin Fan's hot gaze, Dong Yumo left the small pavilion with the "Peach Blossom Poem" he had just copied, and recited very affectionately.

The bored Lin Fan picked up the "Book of Songs" on the table and flipped through it, there were a few poems in it that were particularly familiar, quickly flipped through them and threw them aside, got up and sat on the steps, and watched Dong Yumo dangling in front of him.

After chanting about four or five times, Dong Yumo stopped satisfied, gently closed the manuscript, walked slowly in front of Lin Fan, and whispered: "Lin Gongzi is so talented at a young age, Yumo is deeply impressed, there will be a poetry meeting in ten days, I wonder if Lin Gongzi is interested in participating?" ”

Lin Fan let out a suspicious sigh, stood up and asked, "What is the scale, I won't go to make a small fuss." ”

Dong Yumo smiled slightly: "The scale is not too big, but I think the son will definitely like it, because most of the people who come are beauties." ”

Lin Fan smiled and said, "How can Miss Dong be so sure that I like a beauty?" ”

Dong Yumo replied: "How lustful men are in the world, is Gongzi an exception?" ”

Lin Fan said with a smile: "Even though there are three thousand beauties, what I admire the most is Miss Dong." ”

Touching Lin Fan's scorching gaze, and then smelling the faint smell of wine emanating from his body, Dong Yumo took two steps back shyly, bowed his head and said nothing, his beautiful face was flushed, adding a touch of color to her posture.

Looking at Dong Yumo's shy appearance, Lin Fan secretly sighed, not every woman likes to be molested, and after thinking about it, he broke this atmosphere: "I don't know where this poem will be held?" ”

"Qujiang Pondside."

Lin Fan knew this place, and asked suspiciously: "That's the gathering place of the Qinglou, how could the poetry meeting be held there?" ”

Dong Yumo finally raised his head, looked at Lin Fan silently for a long time, and asked rhetorically, "Is there anything wrong?" ”