After talking to Huayi, Shiqing walked out of the room and once again determined the position of the defense for the owner of the studio, which was the third time that this was confirmed. It's just that the poetry is no longer half impatient to confirm a little bit, and the reincarnation is disguised as a nodding and looking at the poetry in the crowd.

Never underestimate your enemies, because underestimating your enemies is just as foolish as overestimating yourself.

This sentence is not said by reincarnation, but reincarnation understands very well, anyone who lays down a piece of the country empty-handed is not a person to be underestimated, and they will not let go of any opportunity. Because they all got up from nothing, you should never expect them to panic when it comes to the pinch.

They don't know how many of these things they've seen before.

After determining the arrangement of the studio, Shiqing invited the owner of the studio out and stood on the street alone.

The streets are full of members of the Poetic Guild, and 40,000 people are scattered in the streets.

"Ahem, can you hear me?" Shiqing climbed to the highest house in the city and began to speak with a loudspeaker.

The horn is a prop whose only function is to make the sound all over the city. Guild channels can do the same, but it's not as straightforward as that.

Looking at the eyes that were attracted to him, Shiqing smiled and said: "This situation reminds me of a poem, do you want to hear it?" ”

The answer to him was the rotten eggs smashed by a few people next to his house!

Dodging the rotten eggs, Shiqing continued: "This poem is so good and ruthless, I really can't help but let everyone appreciate it. Don't smash it, no! I said don't smash what else you smash! Don't you know that I'm a literati? ”

Later, Shiqing had to jump from the roof to the ground and hide in the crowd.

"This poem is very famous, and it has been circulated for a long, long, long time." Poetry swirled in the crowd and continued to speak with a loudspeaker: "Its name is: The Four Joys of Life." After a long drought, it is a rainy day, and a foreign country meets a familiar one. The cave room spends candle night, when the gold list is inscribed. Do you feel the same way? ”

It's cold.

Even a few people next to him looked at him with strange expressions.

"President." It took a while to be in the mood for poss, and then I heard someone next to him lower his voice and speak.

"What? Thought of it? Poetry said with anticipation.

"No, I just want to ask, President, did you take medicine today?" The warrior standing beside him looked at him in disbelief: "It's all this time, who can understand those you say?" Will you also divide the time for the onset of your literary and youthful illness? ”

"You actually think of thinking as a literary youth! No wonder you're unproductive, no wonder you're an ordinary member, but I'm the president! "Poetry was furious.

"Yes, yes, yes, you are the president. I'm just a regular member, but can you get down to business? The soldier hurriedly said, "The people from outside may come in at some point." ”

"Won't I say that? The four joys of life! The poet continued: "If a person has no four joys in this life. Well, why don't you have any ideas? Can't you understand what I'm saying? ”

"I don't understand." The soldier replied directly: "President, are you serious?" At this time, who has time to listen to such nonsense as yours? ”

"It's terrible to be uneducated!" Poetry looks at the warrior sighs.

"I'm a college graduate, so I'm not as knowledgeable as an illiterate person like you who dropped out of high school!" The soldier is obviously also an old man of the union, and he is not half polite to poetry.

"Not like you." Shiqing waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, since everyone doesn't like me to express their feelings, then I'll tell you what you want to hear." I'm sure you'll want to hear what I'm going to say. ”

Poet's face became serious, and he slowly spoke: "Poetic painting is coming to an end." Have you come to your senses? ”

No one answered. No one could keep up with him, and no one understood that he was going to speak like that.

"I just said the four joys of life, but I didn't have time to say the following." Poetry smiled: "Actually, I haven't experienced any of these four joys, I'm still single, so there are no candles in the cave room, I rarely leave home, so I don't know my hometown, and I haven't experienced a long drought." As for the title of the gold list, I failed in the college entrance examination. The greatest joy in my life is you. Today, even because of the authoritarian dictatorship of my poetry, our poetry has come to an end. ”

"When I was a child, I was disobedient and didn't study well. It's very biased. When I got to the college entrance examination, I scored 300 points, and I didn't have the idea of tutoring, but it's strange to say, since I couldn't go to school, I started to like reading, and it was my least favorite language when I was in school. I even started to enjoy writing poetry. Shiqing smiled and said, "I know that everyone wants to hear something inspiring from me, and I tell you, no." There are no inspiring words, no tragic words, and no daoqian words. I don't even regret it. The only thing that makes me a little regretful is that my talent is really not very good, and I can't think of a good poem in such a situation. ”

"This is a war with a doomed outcome, with defeat and no victory, and no life or death." Shiqing was saying something serious, but with a natural smile on his face: "But for me personally, this is the second greatest joy of my life." The biggest joy was when my sister was admitted to university. hahahaha。 ”

Poetic laughter spread from the horns to every corner of the city. It makes all the members who are familiar with him feel crazy for a while, and it can happen at any time!

"There is no need for any luck in your hearts, for this battle has ended in a poetic and complete closure, and there is absolutely no other end. This is normal, because our poetic style is originally to do things absolutely and kill people. Today, it is only natural that they will be driven out and killed. I was prepared, and I told you on the first day you joined the union. The poetic voice slowly flattened: "So this is what we spoke before the start of the war." Guys, don't say anything about it, I'll treat it as if I didn't hear it. ”

The words of poetry are taken for granted, and everyone listens to them as a matter of course.

Everyone was silent, only after a moment of silence everyone looked up together.

It's raining.

It's raining inexplicably.

No one said anything, but everyone knew: the war was about to begin!

"Listen!" The poetic voice sounded again.

And all the idyllic members in the city almost instinctively followed......

Listen up!

The wind is listening to us!

Shout it!

Glory is in blood!

Kill!

The road of no return lies ahead!

Let's fight!

Don't worry which way it is!

This is a paradise for kings and losers!

Hate?

The blood of his comrades has been shed!

Does it hurt?

The enemy's sword pierces the heart!

Return?

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Never die! Don't pay it back!

Never die! Don't pay it back!

Never die! Don't pay it back!