Luo Yuqing, who returned to the room, fell into deep thought, the distance just now was so close to avoid making her feel heartbeat, but then she was annoyed with how she could be like this, knowing that the other party was already within the scope of "sisters" and still lost her temper like this.

It's just that this landlord is really a rare bookish and at the same time does not lose the masculinity of a man, and once again deepened his dislike for Zhang Yaoyao, if it weren't for her, it would have been a normal situation.

turned to a moment of confusion, thinking about what I was doing with this, I was really brain-pumping.

Zhao Huan also saw something wrong in the living room before, and hurriedly entered Luo Yuqing's room.

"Yuqing, Yuqing" Zhao Huan stepped forward and pushed her who was still in a daze

"Ah, ah, what's wrong with Sister Huan?" Luo Yuqing, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, looked at Zhao Huan who pushed her a little distractedly.

"What's the matter, Yuqing, you won't be interesting to this handsome landlord, right?"

"Sister Huan, why do you ask that, how can I be, I haven't known him for a few days, and besides, he is an unemployed vagrant, and he is still being raised by the big guy on the left bank."

"He may not like women, but you never said you don't like men, hey, I didn't expect that there are thousands of calculations, as long as you want, the people who chase you can be lined up from here to abroad, how can you like such a person if you don't like it..."Zhao Huan raised his eyebrows and said helplessly.

"Sister Huan, you really think too much, where do you see that I am interested in her?" The other party guessed her so bluntly, Luo Yuqing was also a little impatient.

"Just now... The two of you are so close to each other, you are blushing and embarrassed and hurrying back to your room, why are you so nervous? ”

"Sister Huan, this is normal, it feels embarrassing to be in such close contact with an unfamiliar person, this kind of quick reaction is very common."

"Okay, since that's the case, I didn't say it" Zhao Huan didn't want to continue to ask when he saw that the other party didn't admit it, after all, there was still a lot of work to be prepared below, and he would have to cooperate with Xia Junnan in the future.

Xia Junnan in the room on the other side didn't have so many ideas, the close contact with the beautiful woman who stood up on the sofa before was only a slight advantage for him, and nothing else.

Now he has more important things to do, which is to open the homepage of the Huaxia.com Poetry Contest to leave a message for the fans and black fans on both sides, that's right, because the two poems of Junnan and Mama Li have set off a scolding war on the Internet.

He decided to make peace on both sides, although black and red are also red, but he is the one who is red anyway, mainly to make the anger of netizens on both sides a little less, after all, the poems are used to appreciate, and now I don't have to worry about money, I have to balance the scolding war.

In fact, the black fan also looked at the prestige just now, and only after seeing the message from the left bank did he know that the heat was mainly watched by the left bank, and he usually didn't want to bother to maintain the god of fans, so he clicked on the unread letters on both sides, and the webpage showed 999+ unread information.

"Wangyue's poems are written to express the feelings of the family and country and lofty ambitions through the scenery, which can be compared with the artistic conception of the bright moonlight in front of the bed."

"The netizen upstairs said that this is too biased, how can homesickness not be compared, you have no family, you only have ambitions"

"That's it, the little family can't take care of their ambitions, they just want to soar by themselves."

......

The two poems have a click rate of over 100 million, and even saw that scholars engaged in the education industry proposed to write these two poems into the teaching materials, but the scolding war between the two sides discouraged this group of people engaged in education.

Xia Junnan still hurriedly used their respective accounts to speak, and each expressed their appreciation for each other's poems, whether it is to convey the feelings of family and country through the scenery or to miss their hometown by moonlight, they are all good poems, and even both sides said that the two feelings can complement each other.

Xia Junnan has left a message, and the comment area is fried again.

"Look, look at the two bigwigs who have been speaking for a long time"

"Oh my God, have the two bigwigs already communicated with each other?"

"Two famous poems through the ages, the corresponding ideas of the two bigwigs may also be close"

"Upstairs is right, what's it called... Well, the hero sees the same thing."

"The two bigwigs have spoken, what are we going to do as fans?"

"No, we still have to distinguish the high and low..."

......

Xia Junnan saw that although the situation had improved, it still could not completely eliminate the activity of black fans, and because there were too many commentators in the network, he quickly went offline.

I thought that it doesn't matter if he is a black fan or not, anyway, these people don't know who the real person is, and they are happy and clean and can get a traffic commission, which has no impact.

The left bank, the organizer of the poetry contest, is also happy, and the poetry world, which has been in a slump for many years, not only ushered in new vitality, but he also earned a lot of money, and was praised and praised by the old guys in the ancient style garden.

In the past, because of the downturn in the literary world, the literary society that had been a literary club that had lasted for many years in China had no choice but to be revoked, and now it has ushered in new hope.

Here, Xia Junnan just turned off the computer and patted his head, and thought of Luo Yuqing's previous desire to invite Left Bank to dinner

Muttering that I had to contact the Left Bank immediately for a breath, so that I could not forget such a trivial matter after a sleep, and it would not be good to wear a goof.

"Hey, Brother Zuo, tell you something," Xia Junnan said on the phone.

"What? How can this be done, what if the time comes? "Left Bank said panicked. round

"Mr. Handsome, at least I need to know what this song is! In this way, you send me the song to watch, and I will try to remember it, so that when you eat, it will be so round! ”

"That's no problem, I'll send it to you right away when I hang up the phone" Xia Junnan felt that since they were already partners, they still had to help each other, so they naturally didn't mind showing each other.

Hearing this, Zuo An was excited and immediately hung up the phone, and with the sound of the mobile phone's prestige prompt, he couldn't wait to connect to the computer and open the folder inside, and saw that the content was the moment of pupil earthquake, and his black-framed glasses were about to fall off excitedly.

"This, how is this possible, it's another masterpiece for the ages!"

"Also, it's a song!"

As Zhao Huan said before, the early Left Bank was also a genius boy and proficient in music, he looked at the stave on it and began to hum according to the rhythm.

After singing, he was even more shocked, he had never heard such a beautiful song in his life, and it was the first time he knew that pure poetry could be made into a song.

In Blue Star, the so-called ancient style songs are also adapted with some modern annotations, and no one will really sing with the words of the poem itself, because it is too difficult.

The excited Left Bank couldn't help but dial Xia Junnan's phone again.

"Hey, Brother Zuo, what's wrong, why did you call here again?" At this time, Xia Junnan was lying on the bed brushing the sound of fighting, and was seeing a wonderful clip, and he was a little impatient when the phone suddenly came in.

"Mr. Handsome Man, I just wanted to ask you, which master wrote this water tune song!"

Xia Junnan suddenly remembered something when he heard this, and sat up from the bed suddenly.

"Oops, how did I forget this stubble!"