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The little prince poured the wine glass in his hand downward, and the few drops of wine left in it spilled on the ground, splashing a few grains of dust, which looked extremely sassy.

As soon as the little prince opened his mouth, he began to shake his head and chant poems: "A sail, an oar, a fishing boat, a fisherman and a fishing hook." ”

"I'm cǎo!"

The little prince finally lowered his noble head and asked Zhou Xiaocao curiously, "What's wrong?" Brother Zhou feels that there is anything wrong with Xiao Wang's poem? ”

Zhou Xiaocao hurriedly collected his mind and sighed: "No, no! I just feel that this poem is full of anger, full of energy, and very moving. The first two sentences are already like this, and the last two sentences must be even more beautiful. ”

"Huh? I haven't finished the poem yet, do you know it's a quatrain, not a rhyme? ”

"Ahem"

Zhou Xiaocao almost choked on her saliva again. Damn, isn't this the poem I chanted to Shen Jianniang in the Qinglou? I'm going to go, this kid is too good at plagiarism, right?

Don't say it, in the face of the originality of this poem, the little prince didn't feel embarrassed at all, as if this poem was really written by himself. continued to shake his head and tail: "Listen, the last two sentences are coming!" Uh-huh! A pitch and a smile, a river and a bright moon and a river autumn! ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Zhou Xiaocao took the lead in applauding, and in an instant, the tears flowed down. Yes, this poem was used by himself to soak the horses at that time, which was requisitioned by the little prince for free, and the requisition was justified, and you have no temper when you requisition.

Zhou Xiaocao cried, and that was because of copyright issues. You know, if you sell this girl in a poem, you can continue to sell it in front of another girl. This is good, it has directly become the original of the little prince, there are the most famous scholars and celebrities in Cangzhou, just like this Zhou Zhizheng behind him

Zhou Zhizheng also clapped his hands and yelled: "Good poetry, good poetry, it hurts!" ”

It turned out that he was kicked by the little prince again: "What kind of mouth do you have!" ”

Then he turned to Zhou Xiaocao and smiled: "Brother Zhou also thinks my poem is very good?" Comment on it. ”

I'm commenting on you chicken-chicken!

Zhou Xiaocao really wants to pick up a piece of soil and think about it on the little prince's face again, you won't take it seriously, right? What, Old Master Zhou's example is erected here. What about teaching in a state? provoked the powerful, and still trampled on you. If you don't accept it, you will be beaten until you are convinced; Still not convinced? Shoot you, at least you won't object. What's more, today, the little prince is still in charge. You think, I didn't look at the old yellow calendar when I went out, and when I got here, I almost opened the scoop, and I didn't directly beat Zhou Zhizheng to death, even if he was a little prince, he was honest and honest.

Zhou Xiaocao didn't want to comment, but he had to comment. Be a man to be self-aware, although the little prince condescended to be friends with him, but also to understand that people are willing to be friends with you, that is a high wind and bright festival; You are the son-in-law of a businessman's family, and you still have to correct your identity and status. The little prince looks up to you, you are a talent; looks down on you, even if the people in the palace beat you, you can only suffer in vain.

This is reality, this is fate.

Although Zhou Xiaocao didn't believe in this fate very much, at the moment, he had to obey the rules of the game. Until, he has the ability to change the rules of the game. Or, on his own, he was at the top of the food chain.

So, work hard, attack, Sao Nian!

Zhou Xiaocao mourned his poems with a handful of snot and tears, just like the feeling of having to give his own daughter to a bad old man to be a little wife due to extreme poverty, and said: "I am so moved, do you still need to comment?" This is the true feeling, this is the best review! ”

Everyone wanted to slap this scholar who didn't know where to come out and wasn't a scholar. You guy say it so beautifully, as if we can't feel the beauty of this poem if we don't cry. Do you understand the meaning of this poem? Is this a lyric poem? Do you think it's a life and death parting?

But people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads. This is the little prince in front of him, someone has already taken the lead in expressing his position, we can't fall behind, isn't that what you said?

As a result, the entire autumn poetry meeting became a feast of crying and crying, and some people even cried so much that they grabbed the ground in the dark and rolled all over the ground. Those who know understand that this is moved by a poem, and those who don't know think that this person has just died of his parents.

What do you call this?

Not only Zhou Xiaocao thought so, but even the people who were lying on the ground crying also thought so. Why do you think I'm doing this, and I don't have a bonus. If this is left on the mango stage in the future, this performance, to say the least, will have to distribute a thousand and eight hundred "hard money".

Fortunately, the little prince is also an understanding person, although he is not very old, he has also rolled in the officialdom, and he also understands that these people are actually perfunctory, only Zhou Xiaocao is really moved. This kid is really a friend!

The little prince said: "Okay, let's stop in moderation." What, I'm chanting, and you're coming, right? It's you, Brother Xiaocao, you come first! ”

Look, when I cried, I changed from Brother Zhou to Brother Xiaocao, and this is the only gain.

Zhou Xiaocao also shook his head and said in the same way as the little prince: "Thank God, thank you, how can I be able to chant if I have no talent?" ”

"Cut"

When he opened his mouth, there was a large sigh. What kind of thing is this?

Zhou Xiaocao ignored them, and then said: "The land is full of great talents, dare to follow the sacrifice of the savages? ”

"Ugh"

Everyone was stunned suddenly, what this savage Xianqin said was an allusion. Once upon a time there was a country man who went to the city to visit relatives. His relatives were particularly wealthy and powerful, so he brought his favorite water celery as a gift. Who knows that people are used to eating big fish and meat, and they can't eat this bitter and astringent wild vegetable at all, this person has become a laughing stock, and it is generally a metaphor for country people who have not seen the world, and take out some things that they think are good and are not worth a penny. There are also gifts for people, and they humbly say that they are savages.

Immediately after, a series of applause rang out. That's right, Zhou Xiaocao has already compared everyone here to a big talent, don't you have to express your gratitude?

In a series of applause, Zhou Xiaocao said: "The little prince is only eight years old, let's let him make another song, we can also appreciate it!" ”

"Good"

Everyone deserves to be a little powerless, they are afraid that Zhou Xiaocao will take the lead in crying again, what can be done?

I only heard the little prince chant again: "Green ant new roasted wine, red clay small stove." If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass of nothing? ”

This time, everyone learned to be obedient, and before Zhou Xiaocao could cry, they had already complimented them one after another. We just want to do it, so that Zhou Xiaocao has nowhere to cry, no reason to cry!

As everyone knows, Zhou Xiaocao didn't even have the mood to cry at this time, he just wanted to find out which guy who didn't have long eyes and sold his poems! There are only two people who know this poem, Shen Jianniang and Feng Yulan, which should not have been sold by Feng Yulan. Then Shen Jianniang!

A white figure flashed in front of him, and Zhou Xiaocao's eyes swept away, only to see the figure of a graceful woman dressed in white and with a gauze scarf on her face flashing, and hurriedly chased after her: "Stop, don't run!" ”