Nie Tian frowned, grabbed Dura's hand, and immediately spoke, "What are you going to do?" Childlike words, do you understand? ”

Dura said coldly, "I'm disciplining my brother!" Don't want him to turn into a nasty person! ”

"It's useless for you to beat him, violence won't solve anything, let me ......"

Nie Tian let go of Du La's hand, squatted down, looked at Du Chong and said, "You are a smart child, you won't be unreasonable, tell me, why are you doing this?" ”

"I know my sister is working hard, so I want to find a strong man to protect her." Du Chong said with a somewhat depressed mood.

Nie Tian pointed to his nose: "Am I strong?" There is no mistake. ”

Du Chong glanced up at Nie Tian, nodded again, and said affirmatively: "Yes, you are very powerful in some aspects. ”

In some ways, do you mean......

Nie Tian looked around and found that the fat man was looking at him with a lewd gaze, Jones pretended to look away, Dura's face was flushed, and Nie Tian asked at a loss, "What is it?" ”

"I don't know, I can't say, but I'm sure that you will be extremely powerful in the future."

Will I be incomparably strong in the future? Could it be that he has the legendary 'prophetic' hidden power?

This hidden energy only exists in legends, and it is said that you only need to look at others to see through what the future of others will look like, and even see how and when this person will die.

Dura said dissatisfiedly: "Dead boy, start deceiving people again!" As he spoke, he raised his hands again and hit someone.

Nie Tian hurriedly grabbed Du La's hand again, and just as Nie Tian wanted to continue to ask Du Chong, the door was pushed open, and Winnie walked in.

"Huh? What are you doing? Winnie asked.

"Hehe, it's nothing, we're playing an interactive game." Nie Tian explained with a smile.

"Uh. An interactive game for men and women holding hands? Winnie said, pointing to Nie Tian and Dura's hands.

Nie Tian and Du La hurriedly let go of their hands, and Nie Tian coughed lightly twice in embarrassment: "Ahem, yes, it's a hand-holding game, we just have three men and three women here, you and the fat man are in a group, Du Chong and Jones are in a group, and Du La and I are ...... Do you want to participate? ”

"Huh?" Winnie took Dura's hand and said, "Sister Dura, let's participate, let's go in a group of two, Zeus, you and Godzilla should be in a group." ”

Get yourself in a group with dead fat people? Nie Tian looked at the fat man, and saw that the fat man was also looking at him fiercely at this time, and his big chubby hands were rubbing each other.

Nie Tian understands that he can't play a hand-holding game with a fat man!

Then he coughed lightly and said, "This game must be a man and a woman to be fun, and you two women are not interesting to play." Otherwise, the five of you play, I won't participate. ”

"That's so boring, come on, come on, I'll be in a group with the fat man, and you and Sister Dura will be in a group." Winnie said generously.

Nie Tian's eyes rolled, anyway, this 'hand-holding interactive game' was made up by himself just now, so he could continue to make up the rules, but just now he inadvertently grabbed Dura's hand twice, making his old face a little red.

For the sake of the fat man's lifelong happiness, in order to let him and Winnie hold hands, Nie Tian let out.

Nie Tian coughed lightly twice: "Ahem." ”

continued: "The rules are like this, our three groups of contestants, in order, each group should write a poem within three minutes, and no plagiarism is allowed. If you can't write it, you have to do a ballroom dance for two people! ”

This rule can't help but make Nie Tian laugh in his heart, it is impossible for Li Bai Du Fu and others to appear on the Internet without a boundary, Nie Tian casually copies one or two poems, and everything is OK!

Unexpectedly, Nie Tian dug a pit by himself and buried himself.

Sure enough, Winnie, Jones, and Du Chong all said disappointedly: "Huh? Write poetry. "Obviously, that's not their strong suit.

Only the fat man had an expectant expression, immersed in fantasy, probably thinking that he could dance with Winnie later, and he actually drooled slightly.

Dura looked at Nie Tian, who was full of confidence, and asked, "Can you write poetry?" ”

"Of course!" Nie Tian replied contemptuously: "I have a nickname, called the Little Prince of Poetry, because I can come up with a poem with profound meaning in ten seconds!" ”

"Isn't losing just dancing, what's the big deal."

Jones said nonchalantly, "I have a little dance partner, it's nice." As he spoke, Jones also pulled Du Chong and pretended to dance a few times.

"Okay, since everyone has no opinion, let's get started! Which group should start first? Nie Tian asked.

Jones and the fat man pointed at Nie Tian at the same time: "You! ”

Nie Tian pursed his lips and said, "So tacit? Well, let me give you a leading role in the little prince of poetry! ”

He picked up the cup and saw a bright moon outside the window, shining on the ground in the room, leaving some white moon shadows, and remembered Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts".

So Nie Tian walked to the window and said with emotion: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ”

Nie Tian also raised his head from time to time, and sometimes lowered his head, just like this poem was really inspired by Nie Tian.

Jones smiled and said, "Okay, Zeus, I haven't really heard of this poem, it can't really be yours, right?" Fatty, quick, look it up on the Internet. ”

The fat man snorted, turned out the computer and got worse, Nie Tian had an indifferent expression, and thought to himself, if you can find the poems of the mortal spirit world, you are ruthless.

But sometimes, it's just a coincidence.

The fat man shouted, "Zeus, you are a liar! You copied this poem! ”

How can it be? Nie Tian also came to the computer, and the fat man's big finger pointed at the screen, which read "Silent Night Thoughts", author: Bi Yuntao.

This poem was written by Da Zhuang 300 years ago, when he missed his hometown too much, so he felt it, and he had this poem.

Big Strong? I've never heard of such a character, is it a coincidence? He also has the same mood as Li Bai, so he made this poem?

Facing the unkind gaze of the fat man, Nie Tian didn't dare to think about it, and said: "What's this, it may be that his mood at that time was similar to my current one, so he made the same poem, what is there to be curious about." ”

"That's not going to work either! This one doesn't count, you have to make another one. Jones said.

Nie Tian waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "It's not a problem. ”

Since Li Bai's poems are not good, then let's change to Du Fu's! Nie Tian didn't believe that this Da Zhuang could still be in the same mood as the two famous poets at the same time.

Listening to some elegant music from the loudspeakers in the room, Nie Tian remembered a poem again, Du Fu's "Giving Flowers".

So Nie Tianxian closed his eyes and sighed: "This song is really good, it gives people the feeling of being in the sea." ”。

After speaking, he pretended to ponder for a moment, and said: "Jincheng silk pipe is one after another, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. This song should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times. ”

The fat man searched the Internet and exclaimed again: "Groove! This one was copied too! ”