Ge Dazhuang was already timid, he was yelled at by Cai Xiaoyu several times in a row, and his head had already become a pot of paste. A hint of a narrow thought helped Ge Dazhuang calm down, he actually squeezed his fist, closed his eyes, and shouted: "The wind is blowing, blowing Cai Xiaoyu up!" No rain, clear skies! ”

"Huh?" Cai Xiaoyu tilted his ears sideways, thinking that he had misheard.

But Ge Dazhuang's mouth is really the same as opening the light in Lingyin Temple, and he is sure to say a word. Between heaven and earth, there was indeed a hurricane, which not only blew away the thick dark clouds in the sky, but also blew Cai Xiaoyu into the sky.

"Oops! Ge Dazhuang! You're trying to kill me! Cai Xiaoyu was carried by the wind and circled around Wanghu Tower.

Ge Dazhuang was stunned, he couldn't help but want to laugh, and it wasn't until Edamame Mao reminded him to pay attention to restraint and ensure safety, and he put away his naughtiness.

"The wind is blowing, let Cai Xiaoyu fall to the ground lightly!"

Ge Dazhuang's words landed, and the strong wind supported Cai Xiaoyu, allowing him to return to his friends unharmed like a scattered leaf. Looking at Ge Dazhuang's uncontrollable evil smile, Cai Xiaoyu made a grimace, stretched out his little foot and gently kicked Ge Dazhuang's ass.

"Let's go! Let's go upstairs and see Su Shi! Mao Dou Mao led the children up to Wangjiang Tower, and he said as he walked: "When the wind blew just now, I saw Su Shi come out of the boat and get into the building. The wind is so strong, I don't know if it will blow Su Shi away! ”

Ge Dazhuang didn't want his little tricks to hurt a generation of writers, he walked like a fly, and was the first to go upstairs to check Su Dongpo's safety.

To the children's surprise, Su Dongpo was not blown away, nor did he fall drunk in Wanghu Tower. At this moment, Su Shi was holding a brush and concentrating on writing.

Ge Dazhuang stopped, not daring to step forward to disturb, and the edamame, Cai Xiaoyu and Tang Duoduo behind him couldn't hold back their pace and crashed into Ge Dazhuang's body one by one.

"Su Dongpo should be composing poetry," Ge Dazhuang muttered in a low voice: "A writer is a writer, you look at his appearance of writing a pen, it's really enviable, when will I be able to write like this......"

"I have read more than 10,000 books, and my pen is like a god. When our stomachs are filled with classic articles, we will definitely be able to write good articles. Edamame said, "Let's go around quietly and see what he writes." ”

Edamame Mao's proposal was heard by Su Dongpo, and he suddenly raised his head and met Edamame's eyes. Edamame Mao felt that Su Dongpo's eyes were blazing, and there was great power in his eyes, which made him have to stop.

Mao Doumao thought to himself: Don't the great writers like others to secretly watch his works?

When he was nervous, the brilliance in Su Dongpo's eyes disappeared again in an instant, and his head tilted, and he fell on the desk with a bang and snored.

It turned out that Su Dongpo woke up in the wine and was shocked by the wonder of the "West Lake Shower", and he ran into the building like a madman to get drunk with a book. Su Shi was lying next to the poem he had just completed, and the rice paper read:

"The Drunken Book of Wanghulou on June 27"

[Song] Su Shi

The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat.

The wind blows and blows away, and the water under the lake is like the sky. ”

Ge Dazhuang poked the edamame and said, "You can write such a bold poem when you are drunk, in my opinion, Su Shi is not drinking wine, but inspiration water." ”