Zhao Yu not only didn't notice it, but felt beautiful in his heart, and when he saw Chu Liumeng's troubled appearance, he felt that he had taken some kind of big advantage.

"By the way, I'll give you a gift." Zhao Yu snapped his fingers again, and the waiter handed over a scroll.

"I don't want it." Chu Liumeng immediately shook his head.

"It's not something valuable, you should think it's a gentleman's friendship, or are you weak-hearted?" Zhao Yu opened it with a smug face, and his expression was determined.

This was his last gift, and it was also the gift he was sure that Chu Liumeng would never refuse and would like.

On the surface, this is really not a precious thing, just a pair of words. And the content of the word is nothing special, just a poem.

But this poem was written by the vice president of the Chinese Literature Association today.

In this world, Chinese traditional literature is still relatively popular in modern society, although in recent years, with the rapid development of society, the text fast food has become more and more prosperous, and traditional literature has gradually declined, but its status is still very high.

The Chinese Literature Association is the only officially certified organization, and some of its members are even as well-known as celebrities.

And Su Zhongjun, one of the vice presidents of the Literary Association, is such an existence, he has quite a lot of fans on the Internet, and it is said that his literary attainments can also rank among the top ten in the country.

And a poem written by his own hand is of course worth a lot of money, and it is even said that it is hard to find. Zhao Yu has been practicing the piano hard for more than a month, and he has also worked hard to beg the other party to write a song for him.

Merchants liked to make friends with these literati and vassal elegance in order to enhance their taste and compulsion. Zhao Yu's father was relatively close to Su Zhongjun, Zhao Yu relied on this relationship, and then went to ask his ex-girlfriend to finally get the words he wanted.

Chu Liumeng glanced at it, and there was Su Zhongjun's poke on it. Although he didn't know who Su Zhongjun was, but looking at the content of this poem, he must have a lot of background.

Zhao Yu had a smile on his face, but his heart was very complicated. This was originally intended to be a romantic gift, but unfortunately now it can only be regarded as a gentleman's friend, but he is sure that Chu Liumeng will definitely accept it.

Some people say that Chu Liumeng is a girl who lives in poetry. And Chu Liumeng himself also said that he likes to wander in poetry, appreciate the beauty of the Chinese language, and experience all kinds of emotions in poetry.

And this poem was written for Chu Liumeng, and the content is to write about the indifference and tranquility of the countryside. Zhao Yu concluded that with Chu Liumeng's character, he would definitely like this poem.

Chu Liumeng actually didn't like such poems describing idyllic leisure.

He either likes the dreamy beauty of the rhetoric, such as "the silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, the light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies" and the like, or he likes the tragic or atmospheric, such as "the sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost" and so on.

But his external image made him choose to "like" quiet and tranquil poetry.

It's just that, looking at Zhao Yu's determined and smug face, Chu Liumeng, who has always built his happiness on the pain of others, still can't help but want to hit him.

Just a spare tire, do you want to be proud in front of him?

"You wrote that?" Chu Liumeng was faint, and there was no expression of surprise on his face.

“…… Ah, no, it's ......"

"It's very well written." Chu Liumeng smiled, but there was some perfunctory in his eyes.

The corners of Zhao Yu's mouth twitched slightly, he didn't understand the subtlety of a poem, but Chu Liumeng should know it very well, this is a word written by a master of Chinese studies, it is impossible to make this evaluation!

Zhao Yu couldn't hang up a little, and his face was hot: "No, this is my ...... My friend wrote it, he is from the Literary Association, but it is very powerful! ”

"Well, I think this poem is written in an average ......" Chu Liumeng's face was a little embarrassed, and he considered his words, "Maybe, your friend didn't write it with his heart, right?" ”

"It should ...... Not really, right? Zhao Yu stammered a little, he felt embarrassed that he was holding garbage as a treasure and being poked on the street, especially in front of the girl he liked.

The most embarrassing thing in life is this, Zhao Yu's face is red and hot.

Could it be that Su Zhongjun is really fooling himself?

Chu Liu dreamed for a moment and asked, "Do you have a pen and paper?" ”

"Yes, please wait, Miss." Before Zhao Yu could speak, the waiter preemptively spoke. Then I found pen and ink and rice paper out of nowhere.

There is such a thing in a Western restaurant? Chu Liumeng was slightly surprised, he originally just wanted an ordinary signature pen and A4 paper, but he didn't expect the waiter to find a brush diligently.

But that's okay, Chu Liumeng picked up the pen, put the pen, and did it in one go.

Zhao Yu watched from the sidelines, he was not a gentleman who did not learn and did not know how to do it, and found that Chu Liumeng was also writing words.

Dust-free at night. The moonlight is like silver. When the wine is poured, it must be ten tenths. Fame and fortune, vain and hard work. Sigh in the horse, fire in the stone, body in the dream.

Although holding the article, who is pro-mouthed. And Tao Tao, happy and naïve. When will I return, and be an idler? To a piano, a pot of wine, a stream of clouds.

"This is "Xing Xiangzi" that I wrote a few days ago to entertain myself, and it should be better than his." After Chu Liumeng stopped writing, he took the words to Zhao Yu, and his tone did not fluctuate.

If it was someone else, this would undoubtedly be a manifestation of conceit and arrogance, but Chu Liumeng's words were very calm, as if he was stating a fact.

This "Xing Xiangzi" also belongs to the top grade in Su Dongpo's lyrics. Zhao Yu held it in his hand and suddenly felt that it seemed that it was really better than Chu Liumeng.

"Well, I also think that my friend should practice again, the level is really low!" Zhao Yu gritted his teeth, feeling that he was like a stupid fork with a smug face just now, which was a shame.

Zhao Yu is also a liberal arts student, and because Chu Liumeng has also read a lot of Tang poems and Song lyrics recently, compared with the two, I still feel who is better.

The night sky is crisp with a hint of chill, and the moonlight is as clear as silver. Chu Liumeng's words begin with a dreamlike scenery, without the hustle and bustle of the world, which makes people reverie.

And "the horse in the sigh, the fire in the stone, and the body in the dream." "And" to a piano, a pot of wine, a stream of clouds. These two sentences are even more golden sentences. The former laments that life is like a dream, and the latter makes people emerge idyllic. It's a simple ten words, but it's poetic to the extreme.

Su Zhongjun, that bastard, is definitely perfunctory to him!

Even if Chu Liumeng is now famous on the Internet, Zhao Yu doesn't believe that the other party's strength can really be compared with these masters of the Literary Association. Then there is only one possibility, that Su Zhongjun didn't write it with his heart.

Damn, didn't he just sleep with his eldest daughter? is so perfunctory to him, believe it or not, next time I will soak his little daughter!

I heard that Su Zhongjun's youngest daughter is very good at calligraphy and painting, and she looks much more beautiful than her sister...... Phew, all I care about is Chu Liumeng, and other girls are like clouds to me......

Zhao Yu's mind once again unfolded various small theaters.

"This word is for you, gentleman's friend." Chu Liumeng blinked, and according to her usual style, she slapped a sweet date, "I'm going back, thank you for today's dinner, don't break the bank in the future......"

However, halfway through his words, Chu Liumeng suddenly covered his mouth.

Zhao Yu asked in surprise: "You actually know that I chartered the venue today?" ”

(There are still ...... today ）