If Gu Qingqing seemed to have been reading books before, she was actually quite uneasy. Since she just discovered that Zhang Wei peeked at her, she always wanted to do it and teach Zhang Wei a lesson. But for some reason, she had another idea in her heart, as if Zhang Wei took it for granted, and it was no big deal.

Just when she was shaking inside, Zhang Wei suddenly appeared to peek at her and subconsciously punched Zhang Wei. As soon as the punch hit Zhang Wei, Gu Qingqing had already regretted it.

Originally, he had already punched Zhang Wei during the day and swollen one side of the cheek. At this time, another punch passed, and Zhang Wei's faces on both sides became swollen.

Zhang Wei gently rubbed his swollen face, sighed helplessly, stood up, walked to the window, and gently pushed open the window of the guest room.

In the dark night, the bright moon is like a plate, and the cold wind outside the window blew in.

"I was going to look at the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch. Alas!" Zhang Wei looked at the bright moon in the air, feeling in his heart, and said this.

Gu Qingqing, who was originally reading a book next to her, had his eyes lit up suddenly after hearing this sentence, and then he thought of the meaning of this sentence, but for some reason he felt sad.

Thinking of the fact that after Zhang Wei went to the Secret Realm Space a while ago, Xue Yuaner was worried that Zhang Wei could still talk to Gu Qingqing when she was worried, but Gu Qingqing had something in her heart but didn't know who to tell her.

Suddenly seeing Zhang Wei's bleak look, she put down the book in her hand, stood up, walked towards Zhang Wei, and asked, "Whose poem did you read just now?"

In fact, Zhang Wei's mood was not that bleak. Although he was reciting the poem just now, when he looked at the bright moon in the sky, he thought in his heart that although the bright moon was beautiful, it was not as good as the one who peeked at Gu Qingqing just now. At this moment, he heard Gu Qingqing come behind him and ask him questions.

At this time, Zhang Wei turned around and found that Gu Qingqing had walked in front of him. So he adjusted his emotions and said with a bleak look on his face: "I have recorded it after hearing someone else's words. I don't know which essay it was written by."

When Gu Qingqing, who had an admiration on his face, heard Zhang Wei say this, looked disappointed.

Seeing Gu Qingqing's disappointment appearing on her face, Zhang Wei asked, "What's wrong? Is the poem just now very nice?"

Gu Qingqing nodded and said slowly: "The short two sentences are limited. However, the poet fully demonstrates the efforts and helplessness contained in them. Are these two sentences really gone after them?"

Zhang Wei continued to look bleak, turned around and looked at the bright moon in the sky, and turned his back to Gu Qingqing, saying, "Oh, the falling flowers are intentionally following the flowing water, and the flowing water has no intention of loving the falling flowers."

As soon as she finished speaking, these two lines of poetry were like a stone, throwing into the quiet lake. Gu Qingqing felt excited when she heard it. She looked at Zhang Wei with her back to her, and her figure was so bleak, so she reached out to wrap around her and hugged Zhang Wei tightly.

Suddenly feeling endless pressure coming from his back, Zhang Wei felt itchy and wished his hands were growing on his back. Even so, he knew that he could not move around. If he moved around, Gu Qingqing would definitely react. Considering that his face was still hurting so much at this moment, Zhang Wei gave up his plan to eat tofu.

Gu Qingqing said leisurely: "You little thief, do you still remember the night you fell into a coma?"

"Coma? Well, it seems to be a little bit of an impression, then what happened?"

Seeing that Zhang Wei had no impression at all, Gu Qingqing's voice became slightly louder and said, "Do you remember the bottle of elixir in your arms?"

Zhang Wei thought: Pills? Pills of Qi Reinforced Pills. He said in a broad voice: "That little pill is taken after taking it, it's nothing."

When Gu Qingqing heard this, the treasure-grade elixir, the Dragon and Phoenix Bone Removal Pill, was such a rare treasure, which was actually the elixir that Zhang Wei said in his mouth. She was so angry that she shook Zhang Wei hard and whispered: "I will talk nonsense all day."

In fact, at this moment, Zhang Wei focused 99% of his attention on his back, and he didn't think about what Gu Qingqing said to him. At this time, Gu Qingqing hugged Zhang Wei and shook it, and Zhang Wei wanted to pinch it.

Gu Qingqing thought of a woman who was willing to sacrifice her innocence to save her lives. At this moment, she heard that Zhang Wei was completely unaware of the so-called, and the emotions that had just erupted in her heart disappeared again.

Seeing Gu Qingqing's hand loosening, Zhang Wei was quite anxious when he thought that he hadn't felt it well. He hurriedly said, "Qingqing, you hugged me like you did just now. I seem to think of a good poem now, it's going to be fine soon, hug me tightly."

Gu Qingqing's hand was only half loose. After hearing Zhang Wei's words, he hesitated for a moment, and then hugged Zhang Wei again.

Feeling the delicate touch on her back, Zhang Wei closed her eyes comfortably. Before she could feel it well, she heard Gu Qingqing's voice coming from her ears, "Little... Mr. Zhang, do you have a lot of knowledge about literature?" Originally, Gu Qingqing was about to call out a little thief, but considering that Zhang Wei was going to say some excellent works now, she changed her titles very rare.

At this time, Zhang Wei wanted to run his brain cells to his back, and he could not help but ask what Gu Qingqing called him. He didn't even answer Gu Qingqing's question, and began to recite a poem based on his memory.

"It is hard to part when we meet, and the east wind is weak. The flowers are gone. The silkworms will die until they die, and the candle will only dry out. The tears will not dry out when they turn into ashes. The mirror is sad and the clouds change. When the night chants, you should feel the moonlight is cold. There are no roads to go here, and the blue birds are diligent in their sight." At this time, Zhang Wei wanted Gu Qingqing to hug him tightly, and he kept recalling the love poem in his mind. After thinking about it, he recited it out. This poem originally expressed the love psychology from a female perspective. Gu Qingqing had been depressed for a long time before. After listening to this poem, he felt deeply touched and hugged Zhang Wei even tighter.

Zhang Wei was so happy at this time that he thought that the love poem he had read had indeed succeeded, so he continued to recite another love poem he had learned without waiting for Gu Qingqing to let go.

As Yi and Yi's love poems gradually came out, not long after, Zhang Wei had already read more than twenty love poems. At first, Gu Qingqing felt a deep sigh in her heart and became more excited in her heart.

But the more I listened, the more I felt something was wrong. Why didn’t the other party finish reading the poem? After Zhang Wei was over ten years old, although she was still holding Zhang Wei, she was shocked at this moment.

She had never heard of these poems, and she had never heard of many place names in the poems.

When Zhang Wei was still secretly happy, Gu Qingqing's voice came slowly behind him, "Are you writing so many poems?"

Zhang Wei shook his head and replied in surprise: "How could it be what I did? It was all done by others, and I accidentally heard it."

After hearing Zhang Wei's answer, Gu Qingqing obviously didn't believe it, but she couldn't think of why Zhang Wei could say so many love poems, and the style, techniques, and views of each article were different, but he could describe such touching feelings with objects, scenery, etc.

Gu Qingqing was still thinking, and her arms around Zhang Wei couldn't help but let go.

When Zhang Wei saw this, he turned around in a hurry, looked at Gu Qingqing with a smile, and said, "Qingqing, continue to hug me, I still have many nice poems."

At this moment, Zhang Wei had already tried very hard to make himself look amiable, harmless, and showed a faint smile. However, when he turned around, he couldn't help but look at Gu Qingqing's Confucian shirt hard. The exaggerated curve instantly turned his smile into a lewd smile.

When Gu Qingqing saw this, he cursed in his heart: This little thief doesn't know what he is thinking, but the love poems he just read are indeed sincere and lingering.

So Gu Qingqing thought about it for a while and decided to let his request for the time being to see what he was doing.
Chapter completed!