(It's getting closer and closer to the scheduled break, and the author is a little excited, but unfortunately he can't describe it in detail, wasting the author's Huang 0 literary talent)

"Huh? This says where the words are. Old man Shen had joy on his face, and he didn't take Ziyou's words seriously at all. Who said that the twisted melon will not be sweet, at the beginning, Mengxi's father and mother were also old and rotten and I twisted, and in the end, it was not kindness and love, like glue. ”

"So you can rest assured, I'm an expert at twisting melons, and I'm sweet with one twist!" Old man Shen said proudly.

Speaking of Shen Mengxi's father, Shen Mengxi, who was already a little depressed, lowered her head and didn't say a word, as if she thought of her sadness.

Old man Shen sighed. "My Shen family is also a big family in Selangor City, but even so, God did not favor us, Mengxi's life is hard, and he lost his father and mother early, grandson-in-law, you have to treat Mengxi well in the future, don't let her be wronged."

"Grandpa, you just talk nonsense." Shen Kuo interjected. "Knowing that my sister doesn't want to get married, I forced her, and it's also for my sister's good."

"What do children know, your sister is not too young, she should get married, isn't it good to have a husband to take care of her."

"Cut, obviously it was Shen Shengping's instigation to say, what kind of blind date conference is this, you can take this opportunity to hold a literary fight for my sister to recruit relatives, so that you can marry my sister early, for my sister is good or not, I want to see others compete in poetry to be right." Shen Kuo said unceremoniously.

Old man Shen's face turned red, and he stomped on his crutches. "You bunny!"

One old and one young, began to talk about each other.

Ziyou lifted the curtain of the carriage, the snow outside still showed no sign of stopping, the sky was already a little dark, and the days of October passed so quickly.

What will happen after entering the Shen family. Azusa You doesn't know.

This unknown life makes Ziyou a little apprehensive, but maybe it won't be bad, he is still planning to leave the Shen family and return to his original free life.

Old man Shen saw Zi You's looking outside, and leaned over with a very indebted face. Said. "Son-in-law, is it poetry again, do you want to make another poem about the past and the present!"

Old man Shen forced him to combine with Shen Mengxi, in fact, to a large extent, he wanted to discuss poetry with him, and Ziyou knew all this.

Maybe you can work on this.

Ziyou looked at Old Man Shen's smiling face, reminding himself to respect the old and love the young, otherwise he would really slap him.

"Old man, have you ever heard the story of the lark?"

"What?"

"There was a girl who lived in the country, and every day there was a lark parked outside in front of her house. The chirp made a pleasant soft chirp, as good as a song, and the girl would open the window at this time of day and listen to the chirping of the lark, which she loved the sound of, and the lark, though very punctual every day, did not last long, and soon flew away. The girl thought for a moment and thought that if she caught the lark at home. Then you can hear it whenever you want. ”

As soon as she said and did, the girl lured the lark with food, caught the lark, and trapped it in the cage. It's just that it turned out to make the girl very sad. ”

"The lark trapped in a cage, longing for freedom. There was no longer the pleasant cheerfulness of its past, only the piercing scream, with a kind of pathos. ”

The voice was so unpleasant that the girl couldn't stand it. I had to let the lark go, and eventually I returned to listening on time every day......"

This is the story of Azusa Yu.

Old man Shen, listening to the distraction. He raised his face to look at Ziyou and smiled. "You're saying you're the lark! Ha ha! ”

Ziyou shook his head helplessly. "The story is like this, I just said that if I have to be my son-in-law, then I will seal my pen here in the future, and I will not publish a poem or a couple!"

This is Ziyou's coercion, so that Old Man Shen has to face it squarely, which is related to his vital interests, because the reason why Ziyou wants to enter the Shen family as a son-in-law is not because of his talent, and he wants to discuss poetry with him, if Ziyou swears that he will never chant poetry against him in the future, then the meaning of being a son-in-law will no longer exist.

With this threat, Old Man Shen had to be cautious, and his original joy was reined in. Old man Shen said. "Why bother, Mengxi is not ugly, our Shen family is also a big family, why are you not happy to be a son-in-law in our Shen family, can you tell me."

"I felt that two people didn't like each other, so they got married directly, which made me feel very uncomfortable. What's more, I already have someone I like. Ziyou shook his shoulders and said.

"Don't like each other? Says who? Mengxi told Grandpa, do you like him? Old man Shen's eyes widened, and he said to Shen Mengxi in a loud voice?

"Dream Creek?!"

Shen Mengxi was startled by the shouting, raised his eyes to look at the others, and there was a helplessness on his face. "Grandpa, what's wrong."

"Like it or not...... Azusa Tour? Old man Shen said.

Shen Mengxi was obviously still absent-minded, and his answers were all filled with a sense of coping. "Also...... It's okay. ”

The hazy answer made Old Man Shen helpless.

"So, how can I be comfortable in the Shen family like this? My wife, who is about to get married, is so indifferent to me. Ziyou once again found a breakthrough, in order to persuade Old Man Shen to give up this family business.

"It's not going to be a blessing. So you might as well quit this family affair, and maybe I'll come to see you once in a while and discuss poetry with you. "That sex bites hard.

Old man Shen sighed. "Isn't that really wrong?"

"Yes, not for my sake, but for your granddaughter's sake, old man."

"That's it, if you insist on not being a son-in-law, you must chant three more poems to me, each of which must be made by you, and the artistic conception must be comparable to the previous one, as long as I am satisfied, I will let you go, marry whoever you love."

Old man Shen said, which suddenly made Ziyou's eyes light up, don't say that the three poems have reached the point of Bai Xuege, ten and twenty poems are easy to come to Ziyou, especially the three hundred Tang poems are read in vain?

"Seriously! Let's say okay first, I didn't let you go because I was worried that you would become a lark and stop writing poetry, but because ......" Old man Shen paused and looked at Shen Mengxi. "It's because I see that my family Mengxi is not interested in this family business, I thought that if she was a great talent, she would like it with all her heart, who would have thought that it would be like this."

"That's right." Ziyou snapped his fingers. "Three poems, I'll write you a poem right now."

Three songs, finish early, do it early.

"You can do it now? How long will it take? Old man Shen said dumbly, he didn't believe that Ziyou could hold back a poem at will, good poems need sudden inspiration and constant scrutiny.

How to make three poems in a short period of time, and to have a similar level of artistic conception as the previous one, is basically impossible.

Father Shen let go of that condition, thinking that Ziyou still needed to spend some time thinking and meditating.

But Ziyou doesn't need it at all.

"How long? Of course, it's a snap of the fingers. Ziyou said with a smile. (To be continued.) )