"Yangzhou?

In Tianqiao Province, right?

This place is a great place! It's okay to take a look, and as for my affairs, you don't have to be too deliberate. ”

Meng Lingchuan carried his backpack and glanced at the cruise ship in front of him, and then laughed and hammered Liu Nan's chest.

"You kid, I tell you, don't die too soon, don't die until I find you a miracle doctor.

Also, I'm leaving this morning, you great poet, can't you give me a farewell poem? I thought, this can't bother you, right? ”

……

In the live broadcast room, more than 100 million viewers are chuckling in their hearts.

"It's coming, it's coming, the third poem is coming, the third poem of the Yellow Crane Tower, the farewell poem is coming."

"I'm excited, this episode of live broadcast is really interesting. Two poems, really all released. ”

"Meng Lingchuan, the biggest luck in this life is Liu Nan, who makes him famous all over the country. At the same time, it can also make him famous through the ages. ”

"No way, it's all fate, why don't I have such good luck?"

"Alas, if someone wrote me such a farewell poem, I would die willingly."

"Damn, how can he Meng Lingchuan, how can he, why is a junior boy?"

Envy, jealousy, then don't mention it.

With Liu Nan's poem, Liu Nan's poem will automatically go up a notch!

Although, everyone knows what kind of poem will be born next.

However, at this moment, there are more than 100 million people, looking at Liu Nan nervously and expectantly, looking forward to watching him write it.

Only in this way can it be completed, and only in this way can it be regarded as satisfied.

Liu Nan laughed: "I said that this person wants to lie to me about a poem before leaving?" ”

Meng Lingchuan was furious: "I'll rub, you wrote two poems for Fang Braincase, no matter what I said yesterday, he didn't promise to give me the manuscript of the wine."

Now, I'm leaving, wouldn't you be happy to ask you to write me a farewell poem? The surname Liu, what do you mean? ”

Liu Nan smiled bitterly: "There is nothing here, what do you ask me to write?" ”

When the words fell, Liu Nan looked at Meng Lingchuan directly in amazement, and the whole person was extremely speechless.

Not to mention him, so many people in the live broadcast room are also surprised.

"Damn, President Meng, there's something wrong with you. Oh my God, are you really good at doing this? ”

"Che, if I have the chance, I'd like to do that too. That's Liu Nan's poem, who doesn't want it? ”

"Do you know, when the wine manuscript was about to be entered, someone bid 150 million, but unfortunately Mr. Huang didn't sell it."

Huang Mengzhou, a live broadcast viewer, was also nodding in the live broadcast room at this moment.

"That's right, there was indeed a boss of a real estate company who bid 1.5 billion.

It's not that I don't sell it, it's that the manuscript isn't mine at all.

Even now, these two manuscripts have been in my Yellow Crane Tower for so long, and I still say that this is not mine.

It's just that Anan put it here for me to help keep it.

In the future, I will also write this matter into my will.

These two manuscripts, which will never be sold, are deposited here by Anan.

Even if one day, the Yellow Crane Tower goes out of business, these two manuscripts cannot be sold. ”

Huang Mengzhou's words made everyone in the live broadcast room stunned for a moment. I didn't expect Huang Mengzhou to say that.

At the same time, I was also moved by the love of Huang Mengzhou and Liu Nan.

These two manuscripts, not to mention much now, are priced at 200 million, and there must be countless people rushing to want them.

With such a big value, Huang Mengzhou did not have the slightest greed.

"Mr. Huang is atmospheric."

"The love between the two is priceless!"

"Great, but we want to do what we say.

In this case, I have to go to the Yellow Crane Tower twice a year. Not for anything else, just to witness this affection. ”

……

Speaking again, Liu Nan looked at Meng Lingchuan in astonishment.

Not to mention Liu Nan, even Lin Hai and Huang Mengzhou were very surprised at the moment.

"I'll go, Meng Dayan'er, when did you prepare these?"

Meng Lingchuan smiled: "I was ready yesterday, just for this morning."

You've got two manuscripts for your square brain, and I'm going to write me a poem with black coal.

Look, I'm not the broken pen and ink paper of your square brain.

Those things of yours, if you really give them to Ah Nan, are really ruining his poems.

Later, the best pen, ink, paper, inkstone ready to know? ”

Huang Mengzhou was also a little embarrassed, it was true that the pen, ink and paper he bought were very rubbish.

Liu Nan looked at Meng Lingchuan, who had already been done, and smiled and did not object.

"In that case, I'll give you a song!"

After speaking, Liu Nan picked up the brush again under the gaze of 100 million people.

Then he closed his eyes and pondered.

"Ladies and gentlemen, to be honest, what I am most afraid of now is to see Mr. Liu Nan close his eyes.

As soon as he closed his eyes and stopped talking, there must be a shocking work coming out. ”

"Don't talk about you, so do I! Every time he closes his eyes, there is no doubt that something good will come out.

Seriously, scared the hell out of me. He's going to drink, and I haven't come to my senses yet! ”

Not to mention that these ordinary people, they are the bigwigs and big names in the poetry and literary world, and now they are afraid of Liu Nan closing his eyes.

As long as Liu Nan closes his eyes and ponders, there will definitely be great works coming out.

"Such a light, as a poet, I envy it so much that it drives me crazy!"

At this moment, Du Yuanming couldn't help but sigh and said.

Don't talk about him, who doesn't envy this man who died?

Just as he was discussing in the live broadcast room, Liu Nan suddenly opened his eyes.

Subsequently, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced a few big characters and appeared on the paper.

This good brush and ink are different when you write!

"Yellow Crane Tower sent Meng Lingchuan to Yangzhou?"

Seeing this name, the young Meng Lingchuan looked overjoyed.

With this poem title, Meng Lingchuan was particularly happy.

Because of this writing, then one thing is destined to be one thing, and he Meng Lingchuan will be bound to this poem in the future.

Good guy, it's ecstatic at first glance, isn't it?

"Damn, I'm going to go crazy, why is that?"

"It's really this poem, although I expected it, but why am I so jealous?

Damn, seeing Meng Lingchuan receive this poem is even more uncomfortable than losing money myself. ”

"Stop, how nice is this poem for me?"

It's a pity that Liu Nan really won't write it to others.

"The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the moon of fireworks went down to Yangzhou.

The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yellow River skyline can be seen. ”

Meng Lingchuan looked at the poem blankly and read the poem.

At this moment, he couldn't help but raise his head to look at the river, look at the world, and finally look at Liu Nan again.

"Black Coal, you are my god, the eternal god in my heart, you know?

Do you know how amazing you are?

From now on, I, Meng Lingchuan, am willing to admit that you are someone I can't catch up with in my life. ”