This sudden change caught the beautiful sister Yun Xi off guard, and her curiosity was immediately aroused.

At this moment, she narrowed her eyes, really curious.

He showed a look of expectant affection and began to listen carefully.

heard it.

She soon heard the follow-up content, the sound of chanting coming from the mobile phone.

The reader has not changed at all, he is still the fat Wu Hao who is somewhat unreliable.

Even the voice of reciting is the same as before, still as mean as before.

Even just listening to a few words will make people’s teeth itch with hatred and make them want to kick them hard.

In addition, there is something a little special about this reciting sound.

How to describe this specialness?

To be precise, it should be an inexplicable coquettishness...

Although the beautiful sister Yun Xi couldn't help it anymore, she was a little intolerable to this kind of voice that could arouse other people's anger.

I couldn't help but bite my silver teeth, and I had the urge to immediately grab the big fat Wu Hao and give him a good beating.

But she still suppressed her inner impulse and began to listen carefully.

The reason for this is because the content of the recitation by the fat man Wu Hao this time is somewhat special, and it is obviously different from just now.

Not only is the ancient tune full of charm, but it also has a strong flavor of loneliness and vicissitudes of life.

It's like reciting a classical poem.

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

Raise your glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadows.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.

For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.

My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are in confusion.

They make love when they are awake, but they disperse when they are drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet again in Miao Yunhan.

drunk.

I just listened to a few words casually.

When I heard a toast to the bright moon, the three of us looked at each other.

I don’t know if it’s the aroma of wine that leaks out from the lines in the poem, or the slight hint of drunkenness that comes from being drunk.

Or for some reason, I was suddenly struck by the scene and deeply touched, feeling the loneliness and helplessness of inviting the moon to drink alone.

The beautiful sister Yun Xi's eyes were blurred for a moment, and she felt that some kind of emotion had been brewing in her heart, and suddenly it came to her head.

Let me go, what kind of loneliness and loneliness must this be?

Even if you have the best wine in your hand, it can be called a fine wine.

Even if there are flowers blooming everywhere around us, it can be called a fairyland on earth, so what?

From beginning to end, he was alone and had no one to drink with.

Even if I have a lot of things on my mind that I want to talk to, I don’t have anyone I can trust to talk to.

In desperation, I could only raise my glass to the sky and invite the bright moon, who was as lonely and lonely as myself, to drink together.

Like wine, he swallowed his thoughts deeply into his stomach again and hid them deep alone again.

How bitter and helpless that would be.

There is inexplicable sadness and desolation between the lines.

A thousand cups of wine with a close friend is too little, and half a sentence without speculation is more than enough.

Yes, if you want, you can invite a bunch of drinking buddies to accompany you anytime and anywhere.

But how many people can let go of all pretense and talk without reservation?

Only a few people?

Not even a single person.

In this case, who should I tell my heart to?

I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin. I have few close friends and who will listen when the string is broken?

For some reason, the beautiful sister was in a trance for a while, and unknowingly fell into the poignant picture of being among flowers, raising a glass to invite the moon to drink together.

I don't know which heart string was deeply touched inadvertently, and the beautiful sister Yun Xi changed instantly, and her original temperament changed greatly.

There is no longer the quiet elegance and the innate confidence and dominance of the past.

Instead, there is a deep sense of vicissitudes of life and silence inexplicably.

He is like an old man who has lived for seventy or eighty years and has experienced too much suffering in the world.

Because I have experienced too much and seen through too much, I no longer want to embarrass myself and go with the flow.

I just want to live according to my own conscience.

However, if this is the case, it will inevitably have a high-pitched flavor in which everyone is drunk and I am alone.

As time goes by, it becomes difficult to find a confidant with whom you can confide your heart.

Even if I want to have a drink, there are fewer and fewer drinking buddies I can invite to let me put aside all worries and have a drink.

Perhaps loneliness is one's most lasting companion, and perhaps the bright moon is the most trustworthy person to confide in.

This day is simply wonderful...

The beautiful sister Yun Xi fell in love with the scene. She didn't know she thought of something sad, and she felt inexplicably sentimental in her heart.

She subconsciously raised her arms and extended an invitation to drink together towards the bright full moon in the sky.

But the bright moon still hung high in the sky silently, without any response.

At this moment, beautiful sister Yun Xi felt a deep sense of loss and loneliness.

maybe.

Maybe if you work harder and seize the time to complete the task, you can get rid of everything in front of you as soon as possible.

I feel homesick and really want to go back to my real home.

No matter how luxurious and beautiful everything here is, it is not what I want at all.

In my home, there are many companions waiting for me, waiting for me to go...

Why!

Thinking of this, beautiful sister Yun Xi felt inexplicably sad.

She smiled bitterly and shook her head, expelling all these unknown emotions from her mind, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

enough.

These two poems should be enough to prove the literary background of Big Fatty Wu Hao.

Although these two poems have yet to be verified, it is necessary to verify whether they are the original works of Wu Hao.

But based on my understanding of the cultural circle, the results should have almost come out.

It's almost like ten.

This is most likely the original work of the fat man Wu Hao. Otherwise, such a good poem should not be so unknown. I have never heard a word of it.

If this is the case, then should we do it?

Should we just work it out so that the big fat Wu Hao can blossom into both sides and become famous in the cultural circle and build his own reputation?

Beautiful sister Yun Xi bit her lip and struggled a little, unable to make up her mind for a while.

In order to get rid of this hesitation and struggle as soon as possible, she called the fat man Wu Hao again.

"I left as gently as I came..."

It's really weird.

I don’t know what’s going on, but no matter how the beautiful sister Yun Xi calls, there is no answer to the fat man Wu Hao’s call.
Chapter completed!