"Cousin, why are you here?" Wu Mingli and his two brothers also entered the pavilion.
Yun Luochuan said calmly: "These days, in order to rush on the road, everyone is sitting on the carriage, and the joints are stiff. I went out for a walk and came here. If my cousin and Ziyu have something to talk about, they can talk here.
, I will leave first."
As soon as he heard that he was leaving, Ou Ziyu hurriedly said: "Brother Yun, don't leave! We are not talking about anything serious, I just got the first poem and I want Brother Mingli and the others to appreciate it. Brother Yun, please stay and listen.
Listen and see if my lyrics are good or not."
Wu Mingyi said with a smile: "Ziyu, are you trying to embarrass my cousin?" His idiot cousin can't even read books, so asking him to appreciate poetry isn't embarrassing him, what is it?
"Brother Mingyi, why did you say this?" Ou Ziyu looked at Wu Mingyi in confusion.
"My good cousin hates reading. He can't even recognize the characters and doesn't understand poetry at all. How can I tell whether your poetry is good or not?" Wu Mingyi said, looking at his cousin.
Ou Ziyu was stunned. Brother Yun looked like a man who was full of poetry and calligraphy. How could he not even understand poetry?
"Brother Yun, don't you understand poetry?" he asked.
Yun Luochuan glanced at his two cousins who seemed to be laughing at him, and said to Ou Ziyu: "Not a master, just a little understanding!"
"Haha..." Ou Ziyu said with a smile, "I just said that Brother Yun doesn't look like he doesn't understand poetry." He looked at Wu Mingyi and said, "It seems that it's not that Brother Yun doesn't understand poetry, but
It’s Brother Mingyi, you don’t understand your cousin.”
I don’t understand, how could they not understand, their cousin is just a idiot who can’t read. When he was young, this cousin came to their house to play, and his father taught them to read together. Because his talent was dull, his cousin taught him everything his father taught him.
I didn’t understand him. He was made to stand by his father, his palms were slapped, and he was not allowed to sleep until he finished copying the text. Later, their cousin only knew how to play with chickens and dogs, and lost his ambition by playing with things. As he got older, he began to look for flowers and flowers, and became more and more
Out of shape.
What he says now that he understands a little bit is just because he is afraid of being laughed at by outsiders, so he deliberately pretends that he understands a little bit.
Wu Mingli planned to expose him mercilessly, frowning and said: "Cousin, I know you have a good reputation and don't want to lose face in front of me and Mingyi's friends, but you can't lie! This is a quality issue."
"When did I lie?" Yun Luochuan frowned slightly.
"Aren't you lying when you say you understand a little bit? When you were a teenager, you couldn't even recite a thousand-character essay. In these years, apart from eating, drinking, having fun, looking for flowers and begging, how could you ever read half of a book?" Wu
Mingli simply said it all so that Ziyu could see clearly what kind of person his hypocritical cousin was. Don't be fooled by his outstanding appearance and aloof temperament.
Eat, drink and have fun? Looking for flowers and flowers? A dandy?
Ou Ziyu looked at Yun Luochuan and felt that what he said was not related to what Brother Mingli said.
Yun Luochuan was not annoyed, and looked at Wu Mingli with a calm expression and asked, "My cousin has been by my side every day these years?"
"I'm in Sucheng and you're in Jiangzhou. How can I be with you every day? And you haven't been to Sucheng for three or four years." Wu Mingli rolled his eyes secretly. You are indeed a idiot. Such words
You can all ask.
Yun Luochuan smiled and shook his head and said: "Since my cousin said that I haven't been to Sucheng for three or four years, how can my cousin know whether I have read half of the book in these years?"
"..." Wu Mingli was speechless for a moment.
"The ancients said that after three days of separation, people should look at each other with admiration, not to mention that you and I haven't seen each other for three or four years. How did you know that in these three or four years, I would not change from someone who doesn't understand poetry to someone who understands it a little bit?