Early in the morning, Wu Fan dragged He Tabo out of the quilt and dragged him to the famous flower bush of the blue and white building.

This hundred flowers is a small blue and white building an open garden, said to be a garden, rather than a flower forest, in which the variety of flowers is not less than hundreds of thousands, it is strange to say, between the flowers not only do not form a piece of area, but blend together, a flower next to the species is not the same.

The fragrance of flowers not only did not become chaotic because of the variety of species, but formed a special flavor in an orderly manner, in Wu Fan's mood at the moment, this hundred flowers not only have a front, middle and back notes, but hundreds of thousands of notes, and you can feel a different taste every few steps.

The fragrance of several kinds of flowers is mixed together to form a new flavor, and if you love flowers, you will definitely lose your soul and lose yourself in the flowers.

"I said Brother Wu, what are you doing, early in the morning, you dragged me here, we will be here for a while, I haven't seen you have the habit of getting up early......?

Looking at He Fatty, who was yawning and complaining, Wu Fan just smiled, took a few steps forward alone, took a deep breath, and then turned around and said, "Brother He, can you and I chant poetry here?"

"Yes, whatever you want. ”

"Wait, what are you talking about?

He Tabo was a little slurred at the moment, pointed at Wu Fan with one hand, widened his two mung bean eyes, and the fat on his body was trembling, as if the sky had fallen.

"Wu Fan, are you okay, early in the morning to tell me, you want to write poetry? You, you don't know anything, do you? Could it be that the first test of this competition is to write poetry?"

He Tabo's eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran towards Wu Fan with small steps, and stepped out of a fairly wide path in the sea of flowers.

Wu Fan took out a folding fan from his waist and arched his hand: "Brother He is a true immortal family, it is better to ask Brother He to come first, and the younger brother will listen to it." ”

He Tabo lifted the jade belt around his waist and said with a smile: "Okay, then I'm welcome." ”

At this time, he had already decided that the preliminary test of this competition must be related to writing poetry, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly shouted: "In this situation, I want to recite a poem!"

Wu Fan couldn't help but be startled by He Tabo's loud voice, only to see He Tabo looking like a talented man with great poetry, if it weren't for his bloated body, his posture at the moment was more like a pregnant woman who was pregnant in October and showed off that she was pregnant with a big fat boy.

He Tabo pointed to a yellow flower not far away and said, "A touch of yellow in front of you, and a little red in the seven petals." ”

Wu Fan looked towards the flower, and there was a red stamen in the middle of the real yellow flower, and nodded secretly, and his heart was also accurate.

He Tabo's body no longer moved, and for a full time of incense, Wu Fan couldn't help it, and asked in a low voice: "Brother He, you can't be asleep, right?"

purr, purr, purr......

Sure enough, just after Wu Fan asked, He Tabo snored, and this He Gongzi actually fell asleep standing up, so that Wu Fan couldn't help but pat his forehead, give a thumbs up and say: "He Tabo, I really, I have served you." ”

The little yellow flower praised by He Tabo swayed twice with the wind, and an almost inaudible voice came from inside: "What is this fat pig doing?

"Who, who's talking?" Wu Fan felt a voice in his heart for some reason, but there was no one else around him except for He Tabo, who was standing and asleep.

Wu Fan blinked his eyes and thought that it could be that the so-called flower soul appeared?

So, in a pretending chic posture, he stood up straight and recited:

"The willow silk is soft, and the smoke is sorrowful. Begonias do not rain, pear blossoms snow first, half of the spring break. ”

"Now the past is difficult to revisit, and the dream surrounds the Qin Tower. Acacia only on, clove branches, cardamom tips. ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and stood silent.

In this poem, the originally somewhat dim yellow flower once again emitted a faint light, is this person thinking about who can't be?

The willow silk is gently fiddling in the wind, and the smoke is woven into thousands of spring sorrows. The begonias have not yet been moistened by the drizzle, but the pear blossoms have bloomed like snow, which is a pity that half of the spring has passed.

Now the facts are hard to recall, and the dream soul haunts the boudoir where you lived. The bitter acacia is now only on the fragrant lilac branches, the beautiful cardamom tips.

A beautiful scene appeared in front of her, and the one in the flower suddenly felt a faint feeling of longing filling this space, and her reluctance and unforgettable emotions also affected her a little.

"Well, good poetry, good poetry!" He Tabo suddenly shouted, clapping his hands towards Wu Fan, and still muttering good poems and good poems in his mouth.

Wu Fan thought he was awake, and said with a smile: "Brother He has a good reputation, but he is just a feeling, a feeling." ”

But He Tabo soon made no sound, and the snoring came out again, and the whole person staggered and fell into the flowers, and fell asleep.

Wu Fan looked at He Taobo, who was sleeping soundly, and couldn't help but want to kick him, he finally remembered a poem he had read in his previous life, and recited it, this guy was still asleep.

Maybe it's not this guy in the first place, so I'll try to memorize other poems, after all, I'm trying to attract that flower soul.

I don't know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but if it's a poem right, there are so many masterpieces of literati, why not borrow it, no one knows about it anyway.

Wu Fan then began to chant the poems continuously, and he soon entered the state, forgetting to check whether there was anything abnormal in the attachment for a while.

"The lonely empty garden is late in spring, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground and do not open the door. ”

"As if it were a farewell, the pear blossom moon and the west will fall. ”

"Peach and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang City, who is flying around?"

"The white brocade is fragrant, and the jade trees are piled up with snow. ”

"The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom. ”

......

This person has such a talent, it seems that he really has some ability, but why does this person have a smell of a long time ago, could it be the reincarnation of an old monster? No, I still have to take another look, otherwise I will show up rashly, and it will not be the conspiracy of some old monster.

The yellow buds flashed inside, and it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Wu Fan was still immersed in his own recitation poems, and a familiar voice came from the sea of knowledge, "Boy, I didn't expect you to really have a bit of sour talent, if you are discovered by those old guys, you will definitely be accepted as a disciple, hahaha!"

"Senior, I'm also helpless, after all, you said that if you want to attract flower souls, after all, you want to show qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, I don't know anything about those, so I have to rely on poetry, but unfortunately it doesn't have any effect, and the other party should not know. ”

"Boy, how do you know that the flower soul hasn't been here?"