"You're misunderstanding that!"

Seeing that Mo Qingqing was about to leave, Tang Yu hurriedly grabbed her wrist and dragged her back, then quickly got up, pulled his small chair and came over.

"Come on, come on, let Dad watch it with you, this is our self-made pure original program, a program for reading poetry, and that country is qualified to let us plagiarize!"

As he spoke, he unlocked the Pad and pulled the progress bar that was almost at the end back to the starting point in front of Mo Qingqing.

"For this "Poetry Next Door", Lao Tzu specially rushed to the members, absolutely enjoy Blu-ray without ads!"

Not to mention Tang Yu's scene of Wang Po selling melons and boasting about herself, it really aroused Mo Qingqing's curiosity, as a girl, she has watched more variety shows than Tang Yu has eaten, and she is praised like this, the so-called domestic self-made variety show, she really wants to see what kind of good word it is.

"I heard that a little bit is like lacquer, it is the first enlightenment of the dragon's spiritual eyes."

"Listen, listen, this is a small poem singing "Pine Smoke into Ink", isn't it very good, the opening of each issue is different, absolutely well-made!"

Before the MV was finished, Tang Yu couldn't wait to introduce Mo Qingqing.

"This issue is Rong Ruo's "Huanxi Sha", written by my favorite idol, my favorite one...... Ga! ”

Tang Yu's eloquent talk failed to finish as he wished, and he was choked back by Mo Qingqing's terrifying eyes, and Tang Yu clearly saw a sentence from that look.

"Spoilers to the death of the whole family!"

It's terrible, it's better to keep your mouth shut! We want to talk, but we can't say it!

Fortunately, the duration of the show was a little shorter, less than an hour, but it didn't hold Tang Yu back for too long.

“……”

For a while, he was relatively speechless.

"I can say it!"

The two stared at each other for at least five seconds, and under Tang Yu's gaze, Mo Qingqing finally opened his lips lightly.

"Whew, suffocate me!"

With a long exhalation, Tang Yu's conversation box was opened.

"How about it, Dad's recommendation is fine, isn't it a great show, is there a rush for long knowledge!"

Dumping all the words he wanted to say in one go, Tang Yu, who was not prepared for Mo Qingqing's words, felt a sour feeling in his heart.

Before I watched it alone, there was definitely no place to say anything, it was rare to pull a person, and it was someone who was willing to read it, and some words couldn't be stopped at all.

"Well, Mr. Wang is indeed a handsome man!"

After listening to Tang Yu's question, Mo Qingqing agreed very much, and thought it was true.

"Ah, hey, isn't the point you got a little crooked, shouldn't you say that my Nalan Dabi is really good? Although Mr. Wang is indeed very tasteful! ”

"Look at the sixty-two words in the six sentences of Huanxi Sha, who reads the 'cool' of the west wind alone, how well it is written! There are many sentences to describe the autumn wind, such as 'sweeping' like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, Li Yi'an's curtain curtain west wind is also autumn, but it is not as good as this 'cool' word. ”

Tang Yu said energetically, and Mo Qingqing didn't interrupt his words, he looked like watching you perform, and quietly listened to his rather excited words.

"This cool word can especially highlight Lu's mood after leaving!"

"Look at Xiao Xiao Huangye's 'closed' window, at this time he wants to close his heart, and he doesn't want outsiders to disturb him, so this 'closed', the autumn wind and yellow leaves above belong to things outside the heart, at this time he may need a kind of missing, quiet things, even the autumn wind and yellow leaves are not needed, you see it is more prominent, a 'cool', a 'closed'!"

"Actually, what Mr. Wang said is very right, my closing the door of my heart does not mean that I do not communicate, but that I am alone and communicate with the world. Isn't there a saying that loneliness is a person's carnival, and carnival is the loneliness of a group of people. ”

"Eh, why don't you speak?"

Tang Yu, who had analyzed a lot of traffic in one breath, suddenly reacted, Mo Qingqing didn't squeak the whole time, and the explanation that didn't get a response was unsuccessful.

"Listen to you, it's good, speaking of which, I remember that Tang Yu is the champion of Bashu liberal arts, right? Your way of behaving is a little different from the champion scholar I understand, this is suppressed for too long, so now you have liberated your nature? ”

"Ahem!"

Faced with Mo Qingqing's joke, Tang Yu coughed twice and did not answer.

"What, don't mention the year, don't mention the year, let's just taste the poems, which word do you like my idol wrote?"

"I, if you want me to choose, meditate on the past and establish the word 'Li' of the remnant sun!"

Seeing that Tang Yu was so serious, Mo Qingqing stopped joking, and said with a deep groan.

"Why?"

"You look at the word 'Li', you read it, you have a sense of picture, you can see the loneliness of the gradually middle-aged Nalan standing by the window, although you can't see the face, but you can see a back, the shadow stretched under the declining and broken sunset, that feeling of loneliness and sadness."

"It's okay, I didn't expect that Miss Mo, in addition to anime, we still have a tacit understanding in literature!"

Mo Qingqing's explanation made Tang Yu's eyes light up.

"Who has a tacit understanding with you!"

Snorting angrily, Mo Qingqing continued.

"I think the feeling that this sentence gives me is that Nalan Xingde may be standing there in a trance, and has been reminiscing about the scenes with his wife before his death......"

"Alas, it was ordinary at the time, but fortunately it was also unfortunate, and how many good days returned to the past. Gain should be fate, loss should be fate. ”

"Okay, okay, don't be so deep, let's go, I'll go back to review, great writer, you can slowly sigh here!"

With a wave of his hand, Mo Qingqing stood up from his chair.

"Ah, let's go, no more talking about five cents?"

Seeing that Mo Qingqing was leaving, Tang Yu was still unsatisfied.

"Don't talk about it, take advantage of the snow to stop, go back to see the high number, don't play, beware of failing the course!"

It's okay not to raise the number, as soon as he heard Mo Qingqing mention the high number, Tang Yu's face suddenly collapsed, that is how dark he wants to be.

"Ah, not to mention high numbers, we can still be good friends......"

……

Not to mention Tang Yu's side, Yang Mobai's mobile phone, which was reviewing in the library, suddenly vibrate.

"I'll go out and answer a call!"

whispered to Mao Qianpei and Wang Chang, who were looking up at him, and Yang Mobai grabbed his mobile phone and trotted out of the library.

"Fatty? Is this already in the fairy forest? ”

While running, Yang Mobai looked at the huge three words "Wei Yiming" displayed on the mobile phone screen, and thought silently in his heart.

"Hey!"

"Ahahahaha, little white, hurry up and greet Dad!"

The sound of autumn is still with the sycamore

The sound of autumn is still in the sycamore 2017