It was originally a joyous thing for college students to travel and have a social dinner.

But now, it's a little sour.

In Liang Mingyuan's eyes, Chen Zheng has risen from an ordinary enemy to an undying rival in love.

Draw your sword! You foul-smelling maggots, the beautiful Princess Qin Qingqing only belongs to me. Liang Mingyuan was once intoxicated by his romantic French complex.

Of course, he couldn't have shouted that.

Literati should be elegant and gentle as jade.

"Qingqing, I wrote two poems, I want to read this situation." Liang Mingyuan said with a smile.

"What! The senior wrote a poem to Senior Sister Qin! Li You cooperated with a doggy gesture, "I heard that the senior is preparing to publish the eighth book of poems!" ”

"Eh, don't talk nonsense, it's still running-in, I think as a poet, you should present your best works to those you like." Liang Mingyuan waved his hand angrily.

Qin Qingqing laughed dryly.

Chen Zheng, who was sitting next to Qin Qingqing, twitched his mouth for no reason.

Yes! The June wind wrinkled the river and the mother's forehead lines?

"I came from heaven."

"Embrace the clouds."

"You see me clothed in the glow, bathed in love......"

Chen Zheng couldn't hold back and laughed quietly, this is this kind of fucking bullshit lyrical poetry. If it is placed more than ten years later, it will definitely be the object of criticism in the post bar.

In the world more than ten years later, the exchange of love and love is as simple as a byte code.

"About?"

"About."

......

However, at the beginning of the millennium, the new intelligent mobile phone was not popularized, and it is still in the link of letters, such as the cutie you like in the next class, and the traditional means are all love letter offensives one by one.

Therefore, this is Liang Mingyuan's self-confidence.

He felt that if he was placed in ancient times, he would at least be the top three Tanhualang in the palace test.

It's a pity that this arrogant self-confidence at the moment was sneered at by one person.

"I have published seven collections of poetry and two prose essays, and the Huaicheng Writers Association has invited me to participate in the annual literary discussion three times. In the Chinese Department of Blue Bridge University, my thesis became the benchmark for two sessions. ”

When these words came out, Liang Mingyuan felt very comfortable.

What is it? Do you understand? You just laugh! Still laughing? Laughing in front of Qin Qingqing?

"It seems that Senior Chen Zheng must have another masterpiece, so let's let Chen Zheng write a poem for us too." Li You rolled his eyes and spoke.

As Liang Mingyuan's loyal little fan brother, he naturally wants to win back a game for his idol.

Liang Mingyuan shook his head and laughed when he heard this, "Li You, what can't be difficult is that not everyone is talented, quick-witted, and can be exported. ”

In Liang Mingyuan's heart, Chen Zheng is just a small opportunistic wrongdoer, like the couplet last time, he also stepped on shit luck.

Qin Qingqing was slightly disliked, Liang Mingyuan's self-esteem was something she had always hated.

Little Huya Su Ying had already quickly taken the paper and pen and put them in front of Chen Zheng.

The last time Chen Zheng wrote a couplet, she was there. is different from Liang Mingyuan, for Chen Zheng, she is more expectant.

This is a man who always works miracles.

"I don't understand this ......," Chen Zheng shook his head.

Liang Mingyuan raised his head and laughed a few times, "Su Ying, don't embarrass Chen Zheng, not everyone is like me, they have studied more since they were young." Besides, what kind of poems do you expect a student from the countryside to write...... Hehe, after all, the educational conditions since childhood are not good......"

This sentence is a bit harsh.

In Chen Zheng's heart, if you say that the most comfortable and comfortable life is the time when I was a child, I took my sister Chen Wan next door, and the two of them went to the river to fish and go up the mountain to pick plums.

Chen Zheng picked up the pen.

These people don't know that more than ten years later, a very heartfelt poetry carrier appeared on the Internet, similar to small short sentences like fairy tales.

Liang Mingyuan clasped his hands and sneered condescendingly.

Qin Qingqing lowered her head, looking faintly expectant, watching Chen Zheng put down the pen and waved it on the paper.

The back photo on the old brush and ink street, she repainted it with a brush, adding a bit of magnificent mountains and rivers, and adding a touch of blood and remnant sun, in order to just set off the back and sway Fang Xuan's momentum.

I folded three axles of grass and brought them to my friends to make a wish,

The first one was given to the white eagle on the mountain,

The white eagle said that the mountains and forests are bald and not good-looking,

What it likes is the green mountains.

The second one was given to the duck in the river,

The duck said that the river is muddy and not good-looking,

What it likes is the green water.

The third, I secretly kept,

Hidden in a small cloth jacket that is close to the body,

One day it grows leaves and blooms,

Build red piles of green around me,

My friends know it,

They say,

It turns out that you also like Qingqing.

......

Chen Zheng stopped writing, his face was a little complicated, more than ten years of ups and downs in the business world, he had already developed a restrained character, he had never been good at this kind of sensational things.

"What shit! And is axle grass a thing in your country? Liang Mingyuan stood up and pointed at Chen Zheng.

Like Qingqing?

You are a little deflated, why do you dare to confess! I hesitated for more than half a year, and I didn't dare to start.

Aren't you afraid that your friends won't have to do it?

Liang Mingyuan didn't know that with Chen Zheng's character, he would not be afraid to do things, not to mention, Qin Qingqing was originally his daughter-in-law.

"There is another name for axle grass, which is clover grass. I also like this axle grass. Qin Qingqing raised her head, her face a little red.

She didn't know what was going on today.

I always feel that Chen Zheng looks comfortable and warm.

Su Ying's two eyes looked at Chen Zheng for a while, and then at Qin Qingqing.

To be honest, she didn't think what Chen Zheng wrote was outstanding, but it seemed to please Qin Qingqing.

"Qingqing, you believe in my vision, I have published seven poetry collections, two prose essays, and I am still an honorary member of the Writers Association......" Liang Mingyuan was a little anxious, this feeling of shame was similar to the last time in Lao Bimo Street.

He didn't understand why this little deflated san who appeared out of nowhere could always beat him again and again.

Chen Zheng's gaze was equally gentle.

When the two got married, they simply set up a few banquets, and none of the woman's family members were present.

Qin Qingqing took the initiative to take his hand and walked through the slightly old red carpet.

He confessed that he was not infected by emotions.

It's because, soon, if he doesn't fight for it, Qin Qingqing will really leave Xia Country and go to Citigroup Country for further study.

At least three years, maybe another ten years.

People who miss the short-lived moment always think they can grasp the opportunity, but in the end they miss it all.

"Li You, is your uncle here?" Liang Mingyuan turned his head, his face hideous.

He couldn't wait to rush over, kick Chen Zheng to the ground, and crush him a few times.

It's a pity that firstly, he is not good at fighting, and secondly, his character is elegant and talented.

"I just sent a message saying that I had arrived at the door." Li You sneered, "Senior, my uncle has been good to me since I was a child, and when I was bullied when I was a child, he would help me beat people." ”

Liang Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief and drove away Chen Zheng's eye-catching little thing, maybe things would take a turn for the better.

"That's good."

As Li You thought, soon, a burly middle-aged man walked over with great momentum.

"Uncle, I'm here!" Li You hurriedly waved his hand.

The middle-aged man smiled and put the two bags of oranges he was carrying on the ground.

"This is my uncle Wang Liang, the security captain of the cotton factory!" Li You introduced, his eyes looking at Chen Zheng intentionally or unintentionally.

He thought that Chen Zheng would be afraid, after all, he trespassed on someone else's territory.

Sure enough, he saw Chen Zheng frowning.

"Senior, you must be sad to death when you see his sad face."

"Hehe, well done, Li You, I will definitely invite you to the Writers Association next time."

When Li You heard this, his whole face turned red with excitement.

He had been thinking about this for a long time.

Wang Liang rubbed his wrist according to Li You's meaning, and walked towards Chen Zheng.

He hadn't met Chen Zheng. Moreover, he is in a bad mood right now and needs to vent.

changed the boss and fired him all at once.

Originally, the cotton factory went bankrupt, and he was very idle, and he could get his salary by walking around every day, but now it is good, and the salary of more than 1,000 per month is gone all of a sudden.

"Get out of the cotton mill!" Wang Liang shouted unceremoniously.

As we all know, he is the head of security here, and he is qualified to say this sentence with confidence.

But Wang Liang didn't expect that the young man in front of him, who had never met before, seemed to be even more angry, and shouted at him the same.

"Get out of the cotton mill!"