Fu Xuan had no choice but to spread her hands at Luo Yu, walked to Luo Yu and whispered: "I didn't expect to meet this fool, it's so unlucky."
"It's quite stupid." Luo Yu nodded in agreement.
"Xiaowen, your cousin is going to write a poem again." The female companion next to him pulled Yu Xinwen's sleeve.
Yu Xinwen's attention was always on Luo Yu. Seeing that Fu Xuan and him were tired of being together, she was immediately angry: "This damn big radish with a flower heart."
"Funny radish?" The female companion didn't understand. Yu Haocheng's unrequited love for Fu Xuan is well known. How could it be related to fickleness? The Yu family's ideas are really different from those of ordinary people. No wonder they can become a traditional big family.
“Ah~~”
Luo Yu was sneaking at Fu Xuan's neckline, and Yu Haocheng's aria scared the two of them.
"He started." Fu Xuan had no choice but to hold her forehead with her hand.
"You are my sun, you are my moon, you are the stars in my eyes." Yu Haocheng's expression seemed to be in a state of madness in Luo Yu's eyes. Well, it was quite like a down-and-out philosopher in the 18th century.
Style.
"I want to hold you in my arms and kiss every night - every inch of your skin, from your forehead to your toes."
Not only did Fu Xuanhua lose her appearance, but Luo Yu also looked pale.
This is indeed unconcealed and wet.
"In front of you, I am the apple with folded wings, and I will never know how to fly against the wind."
...
After taking a deep breath with unfulfilled intention, Yu Haocheng slowly exhaled the turbid air in his chest, looking at Luo Yu and Fu Xuan with high spirits: "It's over."
...
"That's over?" Luo Yu blinked. He didn't know whether he should be laughing or crying loudly now. Didn't I look at the almanac today? He actually encountered such a top-notch one.
Without looking in the mirror, I knew that the expression on my face must have been extremely distorted, so Fu Xuan wisely lowered her head.
However, Yu Haocheng didn't seem to plan to let Fu Xuan go, and looked at her with anticipation and said affectionately: "Xiao Xuan, tell me loudly, saying you like the poem I wrote to you."
Luo Yu looked at Fu Xuan sympathetically. If I were you, I would have slapped this guy in the face.
"So this is modern poetry." Luo Yu winked and said, "If you don't have talent, you will be a little bit."
"Oh?" Yu Haocheng's face clearly stated the three big words "Don't believe", "You'd better not want it. It's impossible to sharpen your guns in the face to compare with the foundation of my decades of immersed in poetry. I advise you
It’s better not to humiliate yourself.”
"It's indeed lewd enough." Luo Yu thought to himself, "I can't even say such words if I want to kiss every inch of my skin on others."
"Just tell me, I have studied modern poetry in Italy for six years. Don't think that I am just writing good poetry, and my appreciation ability is also first-class." Although I was full of distrust of Luo Yu, he didn't want to
He seemed to be small-minded in front of Fu Xuan, so he waved his hand and pretended to be generous.
What he didn't know was that his prudence and narcissism were famous in the circle. If he hadn't had a tough cousin, he would probably be sent to the emergency room by an ambulance every time he went out.
"Well, let me brew it." Luo Yu laughed, "It's time to brew it. Writing poetry is a little harder than stool."
This vulgar metaphor made Yu Haocheng frown, but he didn't say anything.
He glanced at Fu Xuan slightly, wanting to see how she would react when she heard this uncultured person.
According to his understanding of Fu Xuan, Fu Xuan hates men who swear or act uneducated.
Boy, just wait for Xiaoxuan to hate you. Yu Haocheng looks confident.
But what surprised him was that Fu Xuan not only did not look like she disliked Luo Yu at all, but instead walked over with a smile and took out the paper to wipe Luo Yu's forehead.
When will I get such treatment? Yu Haocheng wished he would become Luo Yu at this time.
Not to mention using facial paper to wipe the sweat, even if Fu Xuan is dropping v wax on him now, he will be very happy.
"Can you do it?" Fu Xuan took the opportunity to wipe Luo Yu's sweat and asked Luo Yu in a low voice, "Although this fool is a little annoying, the literary appreciation he learned abroad is still very real, and ordinary poetry cannot fool him
. ""
And Fu Xuan didn't expect Luo Yu to be able to write poetry at all.
The poet's melancholy temperament is not reflected in Luo Yu at all.
This guy drinks a big bowl of wine and eats meat, and he is a real bandit.
Saying that Luo Yu can write modern poetry is like saying that Li Kui, the hero of Water Margin, embroidery needles, makes people feel that the end of the earth has come.
"You have to believe me, men can only not, but not." Luo Yu blinked, his tone was indescribable.
Suddenly remembering what Luo Yu meant, Fu Xuan covered her mouth and blushed and hid aside.
Seeing the two of them flirting, Yu Haocheng's eyes were full of fire, but he still pretended to be calm, which made him feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.
Luo Yu calculated his steps, thinking that Ershu was seven steps into poetry. Although he wrote something nonsense, he also expressed something that was enough to seduce the sow, so he was barely better than him.
Take some and get wet in one step.
Yu Haocheng was watching Luo Yu say something coldly. Seeing Luo Yu take a step and shouting, "Okay!", his heart suddenly burst into tears, thinking that this person is more talented than him?
However, he also made up his attention. No matter what Luo Yu said, he couldn't say it well. With his years of studying abroad and having some professional words to suppress him, he probably wouldn't be able to refute him.
Fu Xuan didn't expect that Luo Yu would have it so soon, and her eyes were filled with surprises.
Seeing the joy in Fu Xuan's eyes, Yu Haocheng's resentment towards Luo Yu became a little more serious.
"Tell me what you can say, it's better to think about it, otherwise don't let others laugh at it." Yu Haocheng spared no effort to attack Luo Yu.
"Yu Haocheng, say less, no one will think you are mute!" Fu Xuan was angry and asked him to shut up.
"Let's do this, for fairness, please tell me the poem you just now." Luo Yu said with a smile.
Seeing Luo Yu full of confidence and a mysterious look in his eyes, Yu Haocheng felt unsure in his heart for no reason.
After thinking for a while, I recalled the modern poem I had just made: "Ah~" another aria that makes people get goosebumps all over my body.
"You are my sun, you are my moon, you are the stars in my eyes. I want to embrace you and kiss every inch of your skin every night, from your forehead to your toes. In front of you,
I am just a broken winged apple and I will never know how to fly against the wind."
After reading it, Yu Haocheng looked like he was still unsatisfied, Luo Yu clapped his hands: "It's so wet."
But in my heart, I can even lewd more than a dozen times by peeing.
"Where is yours?" Yu Haocheng's face was full of lust.
"Sometimes, I deliberately let the flowers you like bloom in the wrong season. The sound of you rowing under the moonlight is rippling and rippling again. In the afternoon, I will hide under a leisurely fallen flower to take a nap, and you pretend to be
A strange passerby steals peach blossoms and accumulates a good time for a lifetime.”