As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

Song Zhuo sneered, glanced at his whole body with disdain, and said, "Just rely on your poor appearance? Pull it down, do you think you say this, it doesn't look like an extremely absurd joke? Hmph, it's really disgusting to have something that doesn't want any cheekiness." ”

Thinking of Yang Ye holding hands with his cousin just now, he gritted his teeth with hatred.

Yang Ye was still hesitating in his heart, whether to compete with him.

After all, Tang Xinyu didn't have any weight in his heart, and he never thought about marrying her at all.

However, at this time, when he heard Song Zhuoman's sarcastic words, and thought of the imminent pressure brought by Lei Ming, he suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.

He turned around and arched his hand to Tang Jingtian, and said, "Uncle Tang, this family matter, if you don't regret it, I, Yang Ye, will agree." As for the skeint, I will give it to you at once. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Song Zhuo, who was full of anger, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of mockery.

"Yang Ye, you ......"

When Tang Xinyu heard this, her cheeks turned even redder, and she stomped her feet, anxious and annoyed.

"Hehe, don't worry, what I Tang Jingtian said will naturally count. Yang Ye, if you want, you just need to go back and discuss it with your grandmother, as for the tokens...... It doesn't matter if you want it or not. ”

Tang Jingtian heard Yang Ye agree, he smiled, but he didn't pay attention to the token.

He had also heard of Yang Ye's family background, so he didn't want this young man to feel embarrassed for his empty self-esteem.

"Boy, are you looking for death? I will never give my cousin such a thing to you, if you dare to beat her idea, I Song Zhuo will swear that I will make you regret it!"

Song Zhuo listened to the conversation between the two, angry and hateful in his heart, and gritted his teeth.

Tang Jingtian snorted coldly, and was about to reprimand him a few words, but he heard Tang's mother, who had been silent just now, say: "Sedum, our daughter is not a child of an ordinary family, if you want to marry, there is no token, and you can't say it." ”

She glanced at Yang Ye, smiled slightly, then grabbed Tang Xinyu, took a jade plate from her neck, handed it to Yang Ye, and said, "Xiao Ye, I can't object to what your Uncle Tang decides, but there are some things I still have to say." This is a token given to you by our Tang family, as a man, no matter what, you should also give Xinyu a passable marriage item, what do you say?"

Speaking of this, she paused, afraid that Yang Ye would misunderstand, and continued: "It's not that I look down on you, and it's not that I deliberately make things difficult for you. There have been rules for such things since ancient times, and we can't just break them. To say something ugly, if the news of the two of you getting married spreads, then you will regret it because of something else, don't want our family's Xinyu, and we don't have the token you gave to prove your innocence, don't you say?"

Yang Ye nodded and said, "Indeed." ”

Song Zhuo thought that his aunt was deliberately helping him, and made it difficult for Yang Ye and embarrassed him, so as to retract the words he had just promised to marry.

After all, love is a major event in life, and it is not allowed to be sloppy, and even if the token is not too good, it cannot be too bad.

Judging by Yang Ye's clothing, he would definitely not be able to take out anything for a while.

If he wants to go home to get it, or borrow it, then he, Song Zhuo, can take this opportunity to change his uncle's mind, or use his means halfway to warn this kid.

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly relaxed, and he said with a mocking face: "Auntie, aren't you embarrassed by that kid, do you think he will have something on him?"

Mother Tang smiled gently, put the jade pendant in front of Yang Ye, and stopped talking.

The meaning is self-evident, if he can't exchange things for this jade plate, then this marriage will not be established.

Even if Tang's father agreed, it was unruly and useless.

Everyone had their own thoughts and looked at Yang Ye.

In the middle of the field, for a moment, there was silence.

Tang Jingtian suddenly stood up, broke the silence and said, "Xinyu, Yang Ye's designated relatives have been given to you a long time ago, do you remember?"

Tang Xinyu was stunned when she heard this, and then remembered the poem that contained literary tone, and immediately lowered her head, her face flushed.

"Uncle, what kind of kinship? You can't fool us, I don't believe he can take it out, unless you take it out for me and my aunt to see." ”

When Song Zhuo heard this, he thought that Tang Jingtian was deliberately helping Yang Ye to break the siege, and immediately said with a face full of disbelief.

"This thing ......"

Tang Jingtian frowned, hesitated for a moment, and was about to decide to take out the poem, but heard Yang Ye say: "Uncle Tang, that thing is to thank Tang Xinyu, I took the initiative to send it, not a token of kinship." ”

Everyone was stunned, but they heard him continue: "As for the identification of relatives, I just thought about it and have already figured it out. ”

After that, he said to Tang Xinyu on the side: "Squad leader, can you help me get a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?"

Hearing the title of "squad leader", Tang Xinyu was obviously stunned, then nodded and turned to leave.

"Yang Ye, do you want to ......?"

When Tang Jingtian heard that Yang Ye was going to use pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, his heart suddenly moved, and his face showed a trace of disbelief.

This is obviously just a young man in the early days of a scribe, can he still write a poem with a literary atmosphere? This is too absurd.

If that song was just luck, what about now?

After a while, Tang Xinyu brought something and carefully placed it on the table in front of Yang Ye.

"Yang Ye, I'll grind ink for you. ”

Tang Jingtian was so excited that he couldn't help but say, he directly picked up the ink and sharpened it in the inkstone.

"Uncle, you ......"

Seeing that the Inspector of Tangjing Heavenly Hall was actually grinding ink for a poor boy, Song Zhuo suddenly became angry.

"Boy, do you want to write a random love poem as a token?

He sneered all over his face.

Yang Ye ignored him, thanked Tang Jingtian, held the wolf hair, and began to write on the paper.

It's hard to forget, the first time I saw you, a pair of charming eyes.

In my mind, your figure lingers......

That's right, Yang Ye didn't write poems, but wrote a song called "Love Has to Be Done".

Tang Jingtian was grinding the ink while staring nervously at the words written by Yang Ye.

However, when Yang Yeyang wrote a large page and put down the brush in his hand, there was still no vision on the paper.

Tang Jingtian was stunned, glanced at Yang Ye, and suddenly felt a little disappointed in his heart.

"Hahaha...... Yang Ye, sure enough, I was right, you actually wrote a few words of love casually, and you came to use them as a token of your relatives, you are simply a funny clown, do you know?"

Song Zhuo read the lyrics carefully, and immediately burst into laughter, his face full of disdain and ridicule.

Tang's mother was also curious, read the lyrics on the paper, and suddenly frowned slightly, and looked at her husband.

Although Tang Jingtian was a little disappointed in his heart, he definitely did not regret it.

He smiled, and was about to say something light to relieve Yang Ye, but when he saw a flash of white light in Yang Ye's hand, he took out a jade flute and said, "Uncle Tang, the token I want to send is not just this lyrics, but a tune." ”

"Tunes?"

Tang Jingtian was stunned for a moment, looked at the paper on the paper, and was a little unclear.

"Boy, you still dare to deceive people! You didn't even write a score, but you wrote some nonsense sentences, you dare to call it a tune, you poor bastard, haven't you even touched a score?"

Song Zhuo sneered all over his face and said sarcastically.

Yang Ye ignored him, held the jade flute, and after a little mover, he played it against the sound hole.

Thanks to the help of the wrench, the complete flute solo score in my brain appeared clearly.

Whining...... Whining......

Woo woo woo (hard to forget) ...... Woo woo woo (first time I saw you) ......

Woo woo (a pair of charming eyes) ......

......

The light and melodious sound of the flute, with a youthful and naughty atmosphere, suddenly sounded in the hall.

This pop song, with the adaptation of the wrench, has become a flute solo piece, which sounds more light and bright.

Everyone's eyes flickered, as if they saw a pair of young boys and girls, laughing and chasing and playing happily on the sunny spring grass.

Immediately, the scene flickered, and it changed to the young man, who was facing the rich sunset, thinking about the good time with the girl with a lonely face.

For various reasons, the boy feels inferior and doesn't have the courage to approach the girl again, for fear that he won't be able to give her too much.

But the love for her has never changed......

"I'm afraid I'm going to fall in love with you...... Don't dare to get too close...... I'm afraid I won't have anything to give you...... It also takes a lot of courage to love you......"

As the sound of the flute flowed briskly and sadly, the lyrics written on the paper flashed clearly in everyone's minds, as if a voice was singing affectionately in their ears.

"Boom!"

With a bang, Yang Ye's eyebrows suddenly appeared a vortex of literary qi and spun rapidly.

At the same time, the notes spit out from the jade flute turned into reality, like a beating elf, rushing towards the piece of paper on the table.

A musical note, corresponding to a text, the picture is extremely weird!

In a moment, the paper was full of sparkling notes, and below the notes were the touching lyrics.

A pure and extremely pure literary atmosphere suddenly rose from the paper!

And Yang Ye's whole body was bathed in the holy light, enjoying the indoctrination and baptism of the literary spirit, and the jade flute in his hand still sang clearly, like a heavenly sound.

Tang Jingtian's face was full of excitement, his hands on the table, trembling slightly.

Tang's mother opened her mouth even more, and her breath stagnated by the magical scene in front of her.

"No...... It couldn't be ......."

Song Zhuo shook his head, his lips trembled, desperate and shocked.

Tang Xinyu, on the other hand, looked at the lyrics with a blank expression, and listened to the flute played by Yang Ye in her ears, as if she was gradually sinking into a strange and beautiful situation.

Suddenly, a faint sadness filled her heart.

"I only make myself miserable when I miss you, and I have to fall in love with you......"

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