The bleak autumn wind lingers,

Spring snow bead curtain,

Love the house fragrant bones fall into the English place,

The small window scatters the year of love,

Yan returns to the flying flowers into a couple,

Huang Liang woke up from a dream and didn't see the immortals,

Whimsical only sigh,

When will the pearl wonderful man come.

......

Listening to Xiao Yang reciting the poem like an old master, Xiao Yan was stunned.

It's not that his poems are good, the key is that Gu Hang's level is average, that is, Xiao Yan's poetry level is also very bad, he just likes it, he used to be with Gu Hang, he would always make some little crooked poems, Xiao Yan gave him appreciation, of course, it was a compliment.

Gu Hang was very proud, and then proud.

He wrote a poem all night, meditating.

But Xiao Yang is an export.

And it's not nonsense, you can hear some meaning.

The bleak autumn wind should be today's season, and of course people are taking advantage of themselves shamelessly.

The spring and white snow describe the atmosphere at this time, and the bead curtains? Went to bed and drew the curtains? It's also taking advantage of yourself.

Then there is the house of love, and this house is full of love; fragrant bones, describing himself, the bones let him see, and what else he didn't see; Luoying, he is a hero, bowing down in front of his beauty, and the love house is where his hero falls?

The ancients used other words to replace the usage of some words, so if the small window is understood as a phonetic word, it is a small bed, a small bed scattered love? Be shameless! Then I love and think about the year, as if I turned around! Damn!

The next thing is to become a couple.

But suddenly, Huang Liang woke up from a dream, and it turned out to be a dream.

Then he began to sigh, what whimsical, it is simply whimsical!

The last sentence When will the pearl wonderful man come, of course, it is when he will go to bed with him to fall in love, rascal! Definitely a big hooligan!

Wait a minute!

Xiao Yan suddenly woke up and connected the first word of the eight lines of the poem, oh my God!

It turned out to be a hidden poem!

Xiao Yang loves Xiaoyan and Huang Qizhen!

There is no solution, this man ...... is good at flirting, not only did he make poems, but he also rhymed smoothly, he also took advantage, expressed his meaning, hid his head, and played romance, he ...... What kind of boy is he, Xiaoyan is stunned, she has never met her, her object is just a scholar, how has she experienced this kind of means, at the age of twenty, how can she know love.

Xiao Yang actually didn't understand.

Love is not interesting, when men and women are together, it is nothing more than that women need security and men need ...... Yes, it's needed, nothing else, like the beast, the purpose of the need is to pass on the lineage, to be happy, that's all.

"You...... You're such a bad man! ”

Xiao Yanjiao was angry, Xiao Yang smiled:

"What's the matter, my two poems are okay."

"Bad poetry!"

"Hahaha, okay, just kidding, let me ask you, do you know Chen Wenliang?"

"He? Everyone knows him, why did you mention him? Could it be your friend? ”

"No, I just want to know where the other people are."

"Now it's a dog next to Huang Lixing, don't mention him, I'm disgusting."

There was fruit in the room, and Xiao Yan, who was still blushing, took one and put it in front of Xiao Yang.

"Eat? Tomatoes, also considered fruits, grown in indoor greenhouses, have survived extreme weather, which is not easy. ”

"It's not easy, it seems that Huang Lixing really likes you and gives you back this thing."

Xiao Yang was not polite, and took a bite.

Xiao Yan didn't speak, she was embarrassed, and she didn't know how to face Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang finished eating a tomato, wiped his mouth, and looked at Xiaoyan.

In fact, she is a little girl, she looks like she looks in a small town, she hasn't gone out to see the world, she uses her appearance to make a living, she should have made some money before the end of the world, and she lived a good life, but it's a pity that the end has come.

Xiao Yang's score is so high, there is nothing to say, it must be white skin, beautiful and long legs, not too thin, there must be meat, and the height must be close to one meter seven.

But even if these parameters are the same, each girl has a different taste.

What's more, this is Xiao Yang's woman who worshiped her eldest brother in her last life, which feels even more special.

"What are you looking at?"

Xiaoyan is very unnatural.

"If you don't tell me about Chen Wenliang, I will always watch you."

"What's there to see."

"There are many beautiful places, such as hair, forehead, eyebrows, eye hair, eyes, nose bridge, nose, philtrum, upper lip, lower lip, chin, neck, and then ...... down"

"Alright, alright! I said I can't do it yet! ”

Xiao Yan is really convinced, this person is not a reckless man, he not only can compose poems, but also understands people's hearts*-, looking down from his hair, of course there will be something embarrassing about him in the end, naked with his eyes and mouth to play hooligan with himself, dirty and shameless, people are the same as his poems, poems are the same as his words, anyway, Xiao Yan has already brought colored glasses to look at Xiao Yang, this person is bad.

Helpless Xiao Yan could only speak, and said:

"He is by Huang Lixing's side, like a eunuch, and now he is the first lackey by Huang Lixing's side, he is too good at kneeling, and Huang Lixing needs someone to hold him too much, so now Chen Wenliang already has some power."

Xiao Yang sighed when he heard this.

I have to say that people's fate is very wonderful, if there is no oneself, the eldest brother Chen Wenliang will definitely be able to win Huang Lixing, reverse his life, and become a generation of heroes.

It's a pity.

It is impossible for him to leave all this to him, although he worships, it is just the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, Chen Wenliang is too active, Xiao Yang is just gracious, and even Chen Wenliang is not sincere to Xiao Yang.

This man.

Born reflexive.

Since you can't be friends, you can only be enemies if you can't do it well.

When Xiao Yang thought of this in his heart, he sighed again.

There is no way, it is impossible for him to take Chen Wenliang with him, so that he will be the second Huang Lixing.

As for whether to let Chen Wenliang fly casually in the open sky, Xiao Yang didn't think about it, let's talk about it after seeing it.

"It seems a little early."

Xiao Yan, whose face was still very red, began to have nothing to say.

"Oh, yes, it's going to be a long time until the evening, when is he coming."

"I don't know, it's not possible to get eight or nine o'clock in the evening, it's possible at ten or eleven o'clock, anyway, he won't come early, he has a lot of happiness, and he can't be busy."

"yes, let's do something now."

"I don't know."

"Why don't I write you another poem?"

"I don't listen, I don't listen."

After speaking, Xiaoyan covered her ears.

Xiao Yang smiled slightly, saw all kinds of brushes and drawing boards on the side, and said:

"What, you like to draw?"

Xiao Yan, who was covering her ears, still heard it, put down her hand and said:

"Not very well, I was originally learning from Gu Hang."

"Oh yes, I heard, cut, isn't it just painting, I will too." 33

While speaking, Xiao Yang picked up his pen, Xiao Yan had been petrified, and he didn't believe that this rascal was so talented.

"Don't move, with you in the painting, the scene is in my heart, I'll paint a sad picture!"

"What desolation?"

"The title of the painting - "Sadness"!"

Some people died, but not completely......