"Chairman, Mr. Shen, I'm sorry."

Liang Zhongxian walked over with a smile, looked at Song Anrui, and then looked at Shen Mingxue.

In the end, he set his eyes on Gu Bei, "If I guessed correctly, you must be the one Gu Bei who won thirteen victories in a row at the dinner, right?" ”

"Wow, you're so smart, you guessed it right." Gu Beipi responded with a smile, and his tone was very contrived.

Although Gu Bei can't be called jealous and hateful, he does look down on a villain like Liang Zhongxian who is enthusiastic on the surface but extremely hypocritical in his heart.

Of course, he doesn't look down on villains, sometimes Gu Bei himself also feels that he is a villain.

But he's a real villain.

Real villain, that's called real.

But a hypocrite, then he is really a well-dressed beast.

However, adhering to the principle of reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, Gu Bei was still symbolic and hypocritical, and responded.

"Ah...... Ha ......" Listening to Gu Bei's contrived tone and feeling the hypocritical aura that came to his face, Liang Zhongxian suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

But it's only for a moment, after all, this kind of hypocritical communication, he is professional.

Soon the embarrassment on his face was swept away, "Long admiration, long admiration, I heard that your songs have been very popular recently, I wish your songs continue to sell well." ”

"I'm glad I will, but I don't have anything to bless you, so I wish you the landlord to get the big and small kings." Gu Bei's face still had that hypocritical and polite smile.

At the same time, I also added a sentence in my heart: I wish you and your old mother that the price of vegetables will increase and the harvest will be doubled.

“......”

“......”

“......”

As soon as Gu Bei's words came out, Song Anrui and Shen Mingxue were stunned.

I wish you to fight the landlord and win the king?

What kind of routine is this?

And, what's the deal with the smile on your face, more and more official, more and more hypocritical?

The word hypocrisy is about to overflow from your face, can you pay attention?

Even Liang Zhongxian couldn't catch Gu Bei's words.

"Ha, Gu Bei, you are quite humorous...... In the end, Liang Zhongxian could only snort and sat down in the position behind Song Anrui.

He didn't want to talk to Gu Bei anymore.

This guy is a master.

It's even more hypocritical than himself.

Can't afford to mess with.

......

The journey of more than 100 kilometers is not too far, but it is not close.

On the way, Song Anrui always wanted to chat with Gu Bei, and the topic of conversation was to ask Gu Bei if he was interested in joining the Poets Association.

even said that if Gu Bei was willing to join, he wouldn't mind stepping down from his position now and letting Gu Bei take over.

When these words came out, Liang Zhongxian's face turned green.

After all, most people in the Poets Association now think that Liang Zhongxian can take over the position of vice chairman.

Now Song Anrui said that he would hand over this position to Gu Beilai.

Liang Zhongxian must be unhappy.

It's just that Gu Bei is not interested in what Song Anrui said at all.

Is it money to be the vice president of the Poets' Association?

Since he doesn't make money, it's thankless, whoever likes to do this kind of work is not happy to do it anyway.

Therefore, before the car left Nanqing City, Gu Bei pretended to sleep.

But I never thought that I was just squinting my eyes pretending to be and really fell asleep......

He didn't see the scenery along the way.

When Gu Bei was woken up, the car had already arrived at its destination.

Missing the scenery of the dead is insignificant to Gu Bei.

But what he didn't expect was that when he was woken up, his head was actually resting on Shen Mingxue's shoulder, which was very embarrassing.

"I'm sorry, I'm ...... Too sleepy. Gu Bei was awakened by the sound of the call, wiped the saliva from his mouth, and looked at the saliva left on Shen Mingxue's shoulder, his face full of apologies.

It's okay to sleep on someone else's shoulder, but it's still drooling...... It's also a shame.

"It's fine." Shen Mingxue behaved quite calmly, took out a tissue from her bag, and wiped the saliva off her shoulder, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Shen Mingxue's reaction, Gu Bei also breathed a sigh of relief.

With the guitar on his back, he got out of the car with Shen Mingxue.

However, he didn't know that when he rested his head on Shen Mingxue's shoulder, Shen Mingxue was actually very nervous.

During this journey of more than 100 kilometers, Shen Mingxue's shoulders were almost motionless.

For fear of waking up Gu Bei.

Until Gu Bei's head left her shoulder, her shoulder was already numb.

It just didn't show it.

......

Autumn, the season of harvest.

The breeze is blowing, and the wheat waves are rolling.

The golden ears of wheat, at a glance, look like endless golden waves.

The refreshing aroma of rice and beans that comes with the wind reminds people of their childhood, running in the wheat field.

This small mountain village in Changfeng County, although it is not a paradise, can also give people a kind of tranquility that can only be felt after being away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

The people of the Poets' Association, and the reporters who followed them all the way, walked between the ridges.

I was fascinated by the unique atmosphere of this small mountain village.

"Anyway, didn't they come to condole? Why are they all empty-handed? While walking, Gu Bei asked Shen Mingxue beside him.

After all, in his impression, he should bring some condolences to poor areas.

For example, rice, peanut oil, quilts and the like.

But this poets' association didn't bring anything, what kind of condolences is this?

"They prepared the money."

"Give money directly? That's pretty realistic, how much are you going to give? ”

"A million, for school construction."

"A million? Not bad. ”

"In fact, there are only 500,000 yuan, after all, the funds raised will be distributed to various regions separately, and the other 500,000 yuan will be donated anonymously by me."

"A private donation of half a million? You're a good person. ”

“......”

"Don't look at me like that, I said you're a good person, I don't mean anything else, I just think you're good."

"I don't sound like that."

"Really...... By the way, why don't you donate an extra 500 yuan, the 500 is mine, and I will return it to you later. ”

“......”

And at this moment, the person who was walking in front suddenly stopped.

Later, I saw Liang Zhongxian stand up and say, "I see that the scenery here is good, why don't we stop for a while and write a few poems here?" ”

Many people responded and thought it was a good idea.

Including the reporters who followed the shooting.

After all, for them, whatever these people do, it's news.

Of course, the reporters hope that Gu Bei can participate in the composition of poetry, so that it will be more newsworthy.

However, Gu Bei felt that Liang Zhongxian's proposal was a bit lacking.

Since we are here to offer condolences and do charity, we should be rigorous.

What's the point of you stopping halfway through and proposing to compose a poem?

Do you really think of this as a tour?

Can you grow a snack?

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