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Chapter one hundred and forty-two magic sound fills the brain

Having made up her mind, the beautiful sister Yun Xi couldn't help but feel a little anxious at this moment.

At this moment, when she thought of those beautiful poems, she couldn't bear it anymore.

My heart felt itchy, like a cat scratching me.

I wish I could get all the complete poems at once, so I can feel and savor them carefully.

With such a mentality, she obviously has no patience. She really doesn't want to waste her precious time on Cui Ping and others.

So she suppressed her temper and briefly explained a few words, then hung up the phone in a hurry without saying anything more.

At that time, she was so impatient that she couldn't wait any longer, so she dialed the cell phone number of the fat man Wu Hao without saying a word.

I left gently,

As I come gently;

I waved gently,

Farewell to the clouds in the western sky.

Sure enough, as soon as the number was broadcast, the beautiful sister Yun Xi got her wish and heard the poem she wanted to hear.

This is true, as drummer Cui Ping and others said, this poem was obviously recited by the fat man Wu Hao himself.

His mean-sounding voice is really unique. It is born with a super anti-counterfeiting function and has extremely high resolution.

Anyone who is not deaf can clearly distinguish the timbre of Big Fatty Wu Hao. He is born with extremely high resolution and cannot be easily imitated by anyone.

This voice is really born with the characteristics of attracting gangsters. It is really cheap and a bit annoying.

In addition, his mood was not right, and it was completely inconsistent with the artistic conception of the poem. He should not be used to recite such beautiful poems at all.

It makes people feel really cheap and unworthy of being beaten. It makes people’s teeth itch after listening to it. No matter how beautiful the poem is, it is unbearable. There is really no way that I can’t listen to it anymore.

It always feels weird, it makes me act out every minute, but I can't integrate into the beautiful artistic conception of the poem.

It's no wonder that the beautiful sister Yun Xi has such a strange feeling. This was originally a ringtone recorded by the fat man Wu Hao on a whim to make fun of himself.

At that time, his family had just gone bankrupt. As a result, because his parents quietly went abroad to avoid debts, he was unexpectedly surrounded by many creditors. He was driven out of his villa by the creditors in great despair.

coming.

What's even more outrageous is that because he was wearing high-end brand-name clothes at the time, the crazy creditors immediately took advantage of him. They didn't even spare the clothes on his body and threw them to him to cover up his shame with street stall goods that only cost a few dozen yuan.

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But he didn't even want to give him a pair of shoes, so he kicked him out of the villa without saying a word.

It was already a cold winter, and even the ground was covered with layers of compacted white snow.

I really can’t imagine how he, who was wearing thin clothes and bare feet, could adapt to the severe cold of minus 10 to 20 degrees outside.

He was so desperate at that time that he really didn't know how he gritted his teeth and persisted. He just ran all the way back to school barefoot.

The feeling is really excruciating, it's really hard to describe.

There were several times when Wu Hao, a big fat man, was so cold that he could no longer hold on. He even desperately wanted to just lie down on the cold ground and wait for death.

But because he was unwilling, he never gave up and gritted his teeth and persisted.

This weird phone ringtone was recorded at that special time.

The reason why he was like this was just to make fun of himself. It was purely a self-pleasure in suffering. He wanted to use this to divert his own realization and no longer pay attention to the biting cold coming from under his feet.

Of course, these are the private secrets of the big fat Wu Hao. He keeps them very tightly and never talks about them to anyone.

Because of this, the beautiful sister Yun Xi at this time unintentionally became the victim of the demonic voice filling her brain, and she was obviously severely tortured.

"I'll endure it. I'll endure it for now. No matter what, I have to grit my teeth and endure it, and listen to this poem in its entirety..."

The beautiful sister Yun Xi is a little overwhelmed, and she really can't stand the funny abuse of the fat man Wu Hao.

However, in order to get the complete poem, she had no choice but to endure it as hard as she could. It was very hard.

The golden willows by the river,

Is the bride in the sunset;

The beautiful shadows in the waves,

Flowing in my heart.

Green grass on the soft mud,

Slickly swaggering under the water;

In the soft waves of the Cam River,

I would rather be a waterweed!

That pool under the elm shade,

It’s not a clear spring, it’s a rainbow in the sky;

Crushed among the floating algae,

Precipitated with rainbow-like dreams.

Looking for a dream? Hold a long pole,

Walking back to where the grass is greener;

A ship full of stars,

Singing in the starry sky.

But I can't sing,

Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;

The summer insects are also silent for me,

Silence is Cambridge tonight!

Quietly I left,

Just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeves,

Don't take away a single cloud.

After listening to it, the beautiful sister Yun Xi almost broke her silver teeth and tried her best to endure it. Then she resisted the thought of pulling out the big fat Wu Hao and beat him up, and listened to the whole poem with great reluctance.

Fascinated.

After briefly recalling the graceful artistic conception revealed in the lines of this poem, she could not help but feel a little relaxed, happy and yearning.

At this moment, she can already make a judgment based on her rich cultural heritage.

This is definitely the first time this poem has appeared. It has never appeared in poetry festivals that I know very well, and I have never heard of it.

But is this possible?

Could it really be written by the fat man Wu Hao?

As soon as this thought came out, the beautiful sister Yun Xi couldn't help but shook her head.

She didn't mean to look down on the fat Wu Hao.

I just feel that the fat man Wu Hao’s background and experience are more than this, and his quality is far from enough to write such a poem with such artistic conception and depth.

But she never thought that the cell phone ringtone recorded by the big fat Wu Hao himself would be almost complete. After reciting the complete poem, it should stop completely and end.

But the result was not like that, it was far beyond her expectation.

The beautiful sister Yun Xi never thought of it, just when she was trying hard to write down this poem and wanted to close her eyes and concentrate on evaluating it carefully.

The fat man Wu Hao's despicable reciting voice that came from the mobile phone did not stop before it was good enough.

Instead, it paused for a moment and then sounded again. Instead of being playful and frivolous, it became very deep and sad.

He changed instantly and became more than just a reciting voice.

Even the content of the recitation has undergone tremendous changes.

If you listen carefully, it seems like you are still reciting poetry.

However, the recitation this time is not about modern poetry. It sounds like ancient classical Chinese, with a strong ancient style.
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