Ah, it's Sunday again, so of course I have to prepare for the rankings.
So there will be two more updates at 12 midnight today!
Brothers, for the sake of my hard work, please give me a whoring!
Yue whoring, recommended!
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"There is a new device!" How could Hong Dali miss such a good thing? His eyes were as bright as light bulbs: "Okay! I must go tomorrow!"
"Well, then...I'm going back first." After saying that, Lin Chuyin turned around and left, not looking at anyone else.
"Brother Dali is so powerful and domineering!" The students around him shouted: "That's the Blood Concubine! The Blood Concubine! She actually invited Brother Dali!"
"Sister Hatsune is so weird today," Tang Muxin also pointed her finger on her lips and said strangely: "She seems to have never invited anyone to her laboratory before. Dali, you... Dali?"
No wonder Tang Muxin was surprised. At this time, Hong Dali's eyes were full of happy little stars, and his mouth was drooling: "Hehe... a new device... hehehe... it must be very powerful, isn't it... hehehe
…”
"Hong Dali!" Tang Muxin pinched Hong Dali's ear: "Why don't you be so happy!"
"I'm happy! Of course I'm happy!" Hong Dali shook his head vigorously: "Why are you unhappy? I must be happy. Who is happy if I'm not happy?!"
"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you!" Tang Muxin turned away angrily and suddenly said in surprise: "Dali, Liu Mingxin is here, and there is someone else beside him. It seems that we have never seen that person before."
"Well? Lao Liu is here too?" Hong Dali looked over, then took a few steps forward with a smile and said: "Lao Liu, you are here too? Haha, who is this big brother? Can you go with Lao Liu?
Together, it’s definitely not ordinary!”
"Haha, happy coming-of-age ceremony." Liu Mingxin was as elegant as ever, with a warm smile on his face, and said: "Congratulations, Dali, for turning eighteen. Speaking of which, your speech above was really..."
When Liu Mingxin said this, he didn't know how to praise Hong Dali. He held it in for two seconds and finally could only say: "It's really quite unique."
"Haha, that's it, that's it." Hong Dali was a little embarrassed to be said, and then looked at Liang Yifeng aside: "This eldest brother is... so handsome and handsome, why don't you just introduce yourself, haha
.”
When they met, the four words "handsome and handsome" were thrown at him first. Liang Yifeng suddenly felt a little carried away and quickly introduced: "Hello, hello, my name is Liang Yifeng. I'm here uninvited today, haha. My hobby
It's about reciting poetry and singing. Of course, it would be even better if there are beautiful women, haha, hahaha."
Singing and beauties are okay, but what kind of trouble is this recital of poetry?
Hong Dali was surprised and said: "You...you still like to recite poetry? This is very rare now, so what kind of poetry do you like to recite?" This Liang Yifeng seems to have come from Guangdong in the south, and his speech is always a little bit a bit awkward.
The taste of Cantonese.
"Then let me recite a passage to you?" Liang Yifeng seemed to really enjoy reciting poetry: "Yes, the poem I am reciting is "The Master's Mountain House Waits for a Big Time", listen carefully!"
Then Hong Dali understood what it meant to be truly unstoppable.
During the recitation process, Liang Yifeng's facial expressions were rich and his voice was ups and downs. Sometimes he "looked at me secretly", sometimes he looked up, sometimes he shouted at the top of his voice, and he even showed expressions such as gazing at the scenery and looking through the autumn water.
That ecstatic expression, first-class acting skills, expressions and movements complement each other, sometimes raising the head and sometimes pursing the lips, all the spectators who saw it could only say the word "good" loudly!
In fact, his recitation could only be regarded as his hobby, but he forgot one thing - almost all the people here are rich, the mobile phones, the Internet speed...
As a result, by the time he finished reciting this section, some of Hong Dali’s unreliable wealthy classmates had already uploaded it to the Internet. With their ecstatic expressions and melodious voices, they were really amazing. From a visual inspection, there was no pressure to join the All-Stars, even Hong Dali.
Dali had already laughed to the ground, and in the end he could only say: "You are so bad at reciting, do your family members know?"
"That's necessary. I've been practicing this for several years!" Liang Yifeng looked very satisfied after finishing the recitation. He felt as if he had just slept with his favorite woman: "I have special recitation skills. For example, in
In the first paragraph of the poem, I will pretend to look around at the scenery and coordinate with the corresponding actions. In the last line of the poem, "The lonely piano is waiting for Luo Jing", because this poem tells the author waiting for friends, so I will continue to look around. Alas, it is a pity
Ah, today's era is too impatient and exaggerated. People are knocked down by money and attracted by women. Things as profound and connotative as poetry are becoming less and less popular. This is terrible.
This is really a great misfortune for our Chinese nation and a great misfortune for our heavenly kingdom!!"
Regarding this point, Hong Dali highly affirmed, nodded solemnly and said: "From a literary perspective, Lao Liang, you are indeed very expressive and creative. Well, I think that with your ability, you will definitely be popular if you open a show
!”
"Program? TV show?" Liang Yifeng said in surprise: "Am I still suitable for filming TV shows?"
"Of course!" Hong Dali slapped his thigh hard: "I've already thought of the name of the show for you! It's called "Old Liang Speaks Poems"! Just set up a table, put a cup of tea on it, and hold a handful in your hand
Fan, recite the poem to the audience in front of the TV, and then analyze the writing method of the poem. What's better? If nothing else, Lao Liang, just focus on your appearance, figure, and ecstatic expression.
Your whole body is full of drama, and if you can appeal to more people to appreciate the charm of ancient poetry recitation, it will definitely be popular!"
At this point, Hong Dali did not forget to continue to advocate for his sharp tongue: "Think about it, today's young people have less exposure to ancient poetry and have difficulty understanding the emotional and artistic conception. You can give them more encouragement. This will last forever.
Such a beautiful thing, most people can’t do this!”
After Hong Dali said this, Tang Muxin beside her had already fallen down laughing. This Hong Dali was so good at making pranks.
"Haha, I think it works!" Liu Mingxin, who was standing aside, also laughed loudly: "Old Liang, you usually wander around the world and are exposed to everything. If you want me to talk about it, it's not just "Old Liang's Poems", I
I think you can also create a program called "Lao Liang Talks about the World", and based on your knowledge, you will definitely lead something!"
"Yes, yes!" Hong Dali decisively made the decision for Liang Yifeng: "Old Liang, I really have to say a few words about this. Think about it, today's students sit in the classroom all day long, what do they come into contact with in a day? Nothing.
Right? If you talk about it on TV, then parents will definitely want their children to watch this. When the time comes, the ratings will definitely be reported. Lao Liang, you will definitely become popular! And, it just so happens that I can talk to Tianjing Satellite TV.
, let me introduce it to you?"
Hong Dali and Liu Mingxin sang together, and Liang Yifeng suddenly felt a little carried away. In addition, he had been fond of poetry since he was a child, and he usually used it to pick up girls. When he thought about it, if he was on TV and became famous, he would be in contact with celebrities.
Isn’t that a lot? Coupled with his family background, this sea of flowers is simply a sure thing!
Immediately slapped his thigh hard: "Okay, done!"
After making this decision, Liang Yifeng turned around and left: "I'll go back and get ready. This poem is a treasure of our country, so we can't mess it up. Alas, as a man of the new era with ideals and pursuits, he must do things."
To the best…”
As a result, when he walked out several meters away, he slapped his head hard: "Damn, I was happy because I was patronizing you. I was ready to compete with him before, but I was led astray before I even made a move! No way!
I have to go back, if nothing else works, I have to compare my luck with him!"
This matter has priorities, and the purpose of coming here cannot be lost.
As a result, as soon as he turned around, Liu Mingxin grabbed him and pointed at Hong Dali and said, "Stop competing, just watch first."
"What are you looking at?" Liang Yifeng turned to look at Hong Dali.
It happened to be a coincidence that Hong Dali's affairs had basically come to an end. Only then did Li Nianwei have the opportunity to come see him. She smiled and said hello from a distance: "Young Master, I can finally spare some time. What you just said
It really amused me to death.”
"Sister Nianwei!" Seeing Li Nianwei coming over, Hong Dali finally got the pillow: "I'm tired, come on, come on!"
As luck would have it, in his hurry, he accidentally bumped into a waiter on the side. Then Liang Yifeng in the distance watched in shock as Hong Dali was knocked around. Li Nianwei was so anxious that he hurried away for two more seconds.
He stepped forward and helped him, and with a pop, Hong Dali buried his head into Li Nianwei's towering breasts...
Seeing this scene, Liang Yifeng's eyes almost popped out of his head, and his mouth turned into an "O" shape: "No, this is okay?!" After saying this, he felt a cold breath coming from the soles of his feet.
Straight to the top of the head.
This is absolutely cheating, is it true?
"Did you see it?" Liu Mingxin shrugged helplessly: "Comparing with Dali is an act of seeking death. I have known him for a long time. At present, I can only try to avoid head-on confrontation with him. In fact, he does not take the initiative.
Just come to me and I'll be satisfied."
"Look...I saw it..." Liang Yifeng still hadn't regained his composure and murmured: "Okay, I really have to listen to you this time..."
While he was talking, a young man's voice suddenly sounded: "Hey, aren't these Liu Mingxin and Liang Yifeng? You two are actually here too?"
Liu Mingxin turned his head. He was wearing clothes of unknown brand, but he was sure that the clothes were worth a lot of money. He had a smile on his face, and there was a red birthmark standing up in the middle of his forehead. It looked like Erlang Shen's third child.
Like three eyes, he suddenly smiled and said: "Who is it? It turns out to be Brother Muzi Xiaomu. Haha, I have long heard that you came to the capital, and you didn't say hello to me."
"Haha, it's easy to talk." Mu Zixiao laughed: "Say Dong Ming believes in Xi Zi Xiao, Nan Yifeng Bei Dali, it's all done today. This is really rare. By the way, Lao Liang, why are you here? I used to
I thought you must be in the bed of some female star."
"I just came to take a look out of curiosity." Liang Yifeng said with a smile: "I didn't expect that I would get a lot of goods today, haha. By the way, Zixiao, you don't practice martial arts in the magic city, why did you come here? Could it be that , also for Hong Dali?" (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)
