Chen Zihan didn't say the answer immediately, but asked Lu Ruorong: "What do you like most about West Lake?" ”

Lu Ruorong thought about it seriously for a while, and then replied: "The city and nature are completely integrated, and there are countless historical legends that make people feel angry. ”

"Yes, it is precisely because there are so many fascinating things that countless literati and scholars in history have never forgotten the West Lake!"

"What game do you want to play with me?" Lu Ruorong was still a little confused, "Don't hang my appetite!"

Chen Zihan stopped and pointed to the Jindai Bridge not far away, "Let's take West Lake as the theme to see who can recite more poems related to West Lake." Sing a song and you can take a step forward. Whoever walks to the bridge first wins. ”

"Who's afraid of whom?" Lu Ruorong suddenly became interested, "I will definitely win." If I win, will you promise me one thing? ”

"If you think there's a better bet, you can mention it too!"

Lu Ruorong bit her lip and looked at Chen Zihan: "Then this bet, the loser promises the other party one thing." You lose, I want you to do something; I lose, you can also ask me to do one thing. ”

Chen Zihan reminded: "Okay, it's no matter what!"

"Yes!" Lu Ruorong still agreed.

The two used rock-paper-scissors to decide who would come first.

As a result, Chen Zihan took out the scissors, and Lu Ruorong took out the cloth.

Chen Zihan came first.

He began with Yang Wanli's famous work: "After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake does not ...... with the four seasons. ”

After reading it, take a big step.

"Gushan Temple is in the north of Jia Tingxi, and the water surface is flat at the beginning of the clouds...... The favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade. Lu Ruorong also took a step forward and stood with Chen Zihan.

“...... If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, ...... Chen Zihan took another step.

"Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, outside the building, when will the West Lake sing and dance ......be closed" Lu Ruorong stood side by side with Chen Zihan again, and looked at Chen Zihan with a provocative expression.

"After the group, the West Lake is good, and the wolf is red......" Chen Zihan was interrupted by Lu Ruorong as soon as he spoke.

"This is a poem written by Ouyang Xiu for Yingzhou West Lake, not Qiantang West Lake, it doesn't count."

"Okay!" Chen Zihan thought that this was indeed the case, and hurriedly thought of another poem.

"The southeast shape wins, the three Wu metropolises, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times...... Chen Zihan thought of Liu Sanbian's masterpiece "Wanghai Tide", and took another step forward.

"If you can't throw Hangzhou, half of it is this lake," Lu Ruorong followed Chen Zihan's steps.

It was Chen Zihan's turn, and after thinking for a while, he read: "I met Xizihu in my dream, but I woke up vaguely ...... dream."

Seeing that Chen Zihan thought for a long time, Lu Ruorong didn't follow: "Add a rule, it must be chanted within ten seconds, otherwise it won't be counted." ”

Chen Zihan looked depressed: "Isn't there no time to think?" ”

"If you think about next year, then I'm not going to wait until next year?"

"Okay!" Chen Zihan could only agree, but he still teased: "It's not bad to wait until next year, and it's no problem to wait until the earth is barren." ”

"......" Lu Ruorong's pretty face was slightly hot.

"Also with last year's people, together with the West Lake grass ......"

"Changji once worked hand in hand, thousands of trees pressed, and the West Lake was cold and blue......"

……

After walking more than a dozen steps, the two were still standing side by side, but Chen Zihan was already sweating on his forehead.

"The sky is beautiful and the water is good, and the clouds are fresh ......"

After Lu Ruorong recited another song, he stood next to Chen Zihan again.

Chen Zihan couldn't think of any other poems about West Lake.

"The spring shirt is still there, Xiaoman's needlework, and the rain ...... the West Lake has been wet"

Lu Ruorong surpassed Chen Zihan.

"I want to rely on this intention and report it to the West Lake Fengyue to know ......"

"The sunset shines on the West Lake well, and the flower dock is ......"

Lu Ruorong had already left Chen Zihan behind for a long time.

Looking at Lu Ruorong, who was getting farther and farther away from him, Chen Zihan opened his mouth wide in surprise.

I really underestimated this woman.

He originally thought that he had watched many issues of "Chinese Poetry Conference" in later generations, had participated in the show because of his experience in foreign aid, entered the 100-person group and almost succeeded in the last game, and he could win Lu Ruorong no matter what.

Unexpectedly, the final result was that I dug a pit and buried myself.

However, seeing Lu Ruorong's excited face, he felt that today's game was really good.

He didn't think about the poems related to the West Lake anymore, but quietly looked at Lu Ruorong who was far away from him.

Lu Ruorong was still reciting poems one after another, because she was far away, she was afraid that Chen Zihan would not hear it, so she was shouting with her hands together and her mouth.

In the hazy night, Lu Ruorong's long flying hair and slender jumping figure made Chen Zihan's heartbeat speed up.

People passing by stood there and watched curiously.

But Lu Ruorong ignored it, she was completely immersed in this game.

What if it becomes a scenery in the eyes of others?

"Whoever sings the song of Hangzhou, the lotus flower is ten miles and three autumns. That Zhihuimu is ruthless, affecting the Yangtze River, "After Lu Ruorong finished reading this poem, he jumped forward, and then turned to Chen Zihan and shouted: "Chen Zihan's child, I won!"

Looking at her cheering appearance, many onlookers were moved.

This woman is really beautiful.

Chen Zihan hurriedly ran to Lu Ruorong, looking at her smug smile, his heart was also extremely happy, "Congratulations on winning me!"

"You're underestimating me!"

"yes, I really underestimated you!" Chen Zihan looked at Lu Ruorong deeply, and then whispered: "I should give you a poem: I have poetry and books in my belly." ”

"What's this!" Lu Ruorong became more and more proud, "Let me tell you, this girl is good at chess, piano, calligraphy and painting, and in the summer vacation after graduating from high school, I can interpret nearly 100 poems with my own prose." ”

"That's amazing!" Chen Zihan looked surprised and full of curiosity, "Then when will you let me see those texts you wrote that explain the poems!"

"Let's talk about it later!" Lu Ruorong took the initiative to take Chen Zihan's hand, and said with a little shyness: "Let's go, so many people are watching, it's embarrassing!"

Chen Zihan naturally wouldn't let him down, squeezed her hand and ran quickly for a while, only stopping when he reached the broken bridge.

"You lost, promise me one thing!" When he stood down and gasped, Lu Ruorong bit his lip and looked at Chen Zihan, "Don't cheat!"

"Do you think I look like one of those men who don't believe in his word?" Chen Zihan stood with his hands behind his back very domineeringly, "You say, what do you want me to do." ”

After Lu Ruorong's beautiful big eyes rolled twice, he didn't immediately make a request.

"I haven't thought of it yet, I'll mention it when I think about it."

"Can it still be like this?"

"The one who wins makes the rules!" Lu Ruorong chuckled, "When I think of making a request, I'll talk about this later." Anyway, I won't forget this bet today!"

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(He has written two urban bestsellers in the creation of the pseudonym of "Xianqing", namely "Urban Super Child" and "Urban Young Doctor", the stalk of the above chapter, "Urban Super Child" has been useful, I like this plot very much, if anyone feels familiar, don't doubt anything!)