Chapter 1156 1154 [God, please let a lightning strike that dog to death
Chapter 1156 1154 [God, please kill that bitch with lightning!]
"Oh, that's it, but I wonder if Mr. Yan Xiongyan can join our poetry club?" Martins asked.
"This--" Deborah pretended to ponder.
Yan Xiong said again: "Ms. Deborah, I hope you can give me a chance to get close to poetry and embrace poetry. I am full of deep love for it!"
Seeing this, Deborah said: "In that case, you are welcome to join!" After speaking, she extended her hand to Yan Xiong.
Yan Xiong held Deborah's fingertips in a very gentlemanly manner, rolled up and kissed the back of her hand gently, then stared at Deborah with affectionate eyes and said: "Thank you, madam, for making it possible! By the way, I also have an English name."
Luo Bayan!"
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Club activity hall.
"Hello everyone, my name is Yan Xiong, and my English name is Luo Bayan. Please give me your advice in the future!" Yan Xiong stood on the stage and introduced himself without any shyness.
The people below were pointing fingers at him. After all, the club had been established for so long and no Chinese had ever become a member. Yan Xiong’s special status as an Oriental made him incompatible with the white people in the club.
"Is the level of the club so low now? Anyone can join?"
"Yes, he is still Chinese! I heard he is from Hong Kong!"
“I don’t know what Ms. Deborah sees in him!”
People were talking a lot, full of ridicule and ridicule towards Yan Xiong.
Martins listened to the side and felt dissatisfied. After all, he brought Yan Xiong here. He did not expect that Deborah would allow Yan Xiong to join the club. According to Martins' calculation, Yan Xiong would be rejected in person, and then he could go back and talk to him.
Shi Zhijian was on a business trip, but he never expected that things would develop to this point.
Unable to help himself, Martins turned his head and glanced at Mrs. Deborah, only to see Deborah looking at Yan Xiong on the stage with a strange expression, not knowing what she was thinking.
Martins sighed, he saw a ghost!
At the same time, a bald member named Da Vinci among the club members also saw Deborah’s strange look. He followed his eyes and saw Yan Xiong on the stage, and he immediately became alert. Could it be that Mrs. Deborah was interested in this damn Chinaman?
interesting?
The reason why the bald Leonardo da Vinci is so sensitive is that he has been madly pursuing Mrs. Deborah recently.
Of course, Da Vinci didn't really fall in love with Deborah, but fell in love with Deborah's identity and her wealth.
Da Vinci himself was the head of a large company, but unfortunately the company was about to collapse due to poor management. At this time, a friend of his who was a doctor in the hospital told him that Mrs. Deborah was suffering from cancer and would live for another year and a half at most.
If Da Vinci can catch up with Mrs. Deborah and marry her, then Deborah’s inheritance will be his in the future!
With this idea, Da Vinci's heart became hot and he felt that this was a good idea, so he began to pursue the old widow hard. The effect was obvious at first, and Deborah also began to pay attention to him, but today -
She didn't even look at herself, her eyes were all on this damn Chinaman. Even when Yan Xiong came down from the stage after the introduction, Deborah's eyes automatically turned to him.
"Damn it, I'm going to make you look good later!" Da Vinci fiercely raised his fists.
"Okay, now that the newcomers have been introduced, we will all start the weekly poetry sharing meeting!" the host came to the stage to explain.
According to the rules of Byron Poetry Club, every Saturday everyone will show their newly written poems on stage and share the beautiful poems with everyone.
"I'll come first!" Someone stood up and shared his own poem.
Bang bang bang!
Applause breaks out!
The man came up to the stage, held the prepared poems in his hands, and began to recite: "The sea, your blue eyes, are like a mother's eyes staring at me..."
It has to be said that the cultural accomplishment and cultural heritage of these upper-class people are still very impressive. Regardless of whether he created the poem himself, the recitation is still full of emotion and emotion, and it is very contagious.
The first sharer stepped down, followed by the second, then the third...
Soon it was Mr. Da Vinci's turn.
Da Vinci was waiting for this opportunity. He immediately stood up proudly, walked onto the stage with his head held high, took out the poem he had bought from a poor poet for one hundred pounds, shook out the manuscript paper, and cleared it.
With his voice, he began to stare at Mrs. Deborah in the audience and recited: "Love is a song that touches my heart and makes me toss and turn! In the years when I am alone and sleepless, I want to find a companion, is it you, me, or...
he……"
Da Vinci's one hundred pounds was well spent. At least this poem was very emotional, which made Deborah's eyes withdraw from Yan Xiong and focus on Da Vinci.
Yan Xiong felt everything. He looked at Deborah who was "transferred to love" and then looked at Da Vinci who was reciting poetry affectionately on the stage. He said in his heart: "This damn bald man is despicable and shameless. You can tell at a glance that this poem is not his."
Written! How could a person as nasty and dirty as him write such beautiful poems?"
Deborah looked at Da Vinci who was madly charging at her on the stage, and coupled with Da Vinci's emotional poems, she felt a little confused for a moment.
She knew that she was suffering from cancer and had only a short time to live. She had a fortune but could not find anyone who loved her. Who could she say to this misery?
During this period of time, the bald Leonardo da Vinci has been pursuing her. It's not that she can't feel it, but because she doesn't feel connected to him. Although she is old and dying, she still doesn't want to find a man so casually.
But today, Da Vinci performed extremely well, especially this poem, which was written just for her alone. This gave Deborah the illusion that perhaps Da Vinci was the person she needed most right now.
After reciting a poem, Da Vinci, the drama star, withdrew his eyes from squinting at Deborah, then folded the poem and bowed deeply to the audience.
Bang bang bang!
Applause broke out.
I have to say that even though Da Vinci was bald, he still had this grace, and combined with the poem he just "composed", he looked like an old genius.
After finishing showing off on the stage, Da Vinci did not step down immediately. Instead, he looked at Yan Xiong with a trace of provocation in his eyes.
Yan Xiong secretly said: "No! This ghost guy is going to do some dirty tricks!"
Sure enough, after Da Vinci glanced around politely, he smiled and said: "Sorry, everyone! I have a suggestion here. I would like to invite Mr. Luo Bayan, who just joined the club, to recite a song for everyone.
The poems he created - as we all know, not just anyone can join our Byron Poetry Club! Only beautiful poetry is the greatest passport. I wonder if Mr. Luo Bayan has this
Pass?”
"Yes, we still have to abide by the rules of our club!"
"At least you have to have excellent works!"
"Please invite Mr. Luo Bayan to come on stage!"
Everyone in the audience took the opportunity to make a fuss and wanted to make a fool of himself.
Professor Martins was stuck in the middle and felt extremely complicated.
On the one hand, he hopes that Yan Xiong is not a fool and can produce works, but on the other hand, he feels that this is absolutely impossible. No matter how you look at it, Yan Xiong is just a fool!
Who is Mrs. Deborah?
As soon as I saw Da Vinci doing this, I guessed that he was jealous.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this, a man willing to be jealous of me.
For a while, Mrs. Deborah waited with interest, but she did not have high hopes for Yan Xiong. After all, the most important thing about poetry is its appeal, and not just anyone can create it casually.
classic.
If an ordinary person encounters such a scene, he would already have stage fright. But who is Yan Xiong? He is a famous smiling tiger in Hong Kong. He is born shameless!
In front of everyone, Yan Xiong stood up suddenly and clasped his fists with his hands: "Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I, Yan, will go on stage to show my humiliation and recite a poem for everyone..."
While talking, Yan Xiong straightened his suit and strode towards the stage.
Regarding Yan Xiong's gesture, everyone had different expressions. Most of them thought that Yan Xiong was just showing off. Da Vinci even sneered viciously: "If that Chinese guy can write good poetry, I will rip off his head and use it as a ball."
Kick!"
Soon, Yan Xiong stood on the stage. He took out the manuscript paper from his arms, glanced at the words on it, coughed and recited: "Sha la la, cough cough! Sorry, I got stuck, I'm a little unskilled!"
"
"Hahaha!"
The whole crowd burst into laughter!
The bald Da Vinci laughed so much when he saw Yan Xiong making a fool of himself.
Principal Martins covered his face, too embarrassed to look any further!
Mrs. Deborah also showed a hint of contempt on her face, thinking to herself, so what if she just looked similar to her first love? Such temperament and cultural taste were far apart!
When the laughter subsided, Yan Xiong said with an embarrassed look: "I'm sorry, I've never been very good at reciting. I'm timid and don't like big scenes. I occasionally write poems and sing them in the shower!"
"Then just sing it and let us hear how classic your poem is!"
"Yeah, just think of this as a bathroom and do whatever you want!"
A group of white people in the audience sneered.
"Is that so? I don't know if it's okay?" Yan Xiong cast a questioning look at Deborah.
Deborah frowned: "Poetry can be recited or sung - it's up to you!"
"Really? It turns out that you can also sing it!" Yan Xiong looked like he suddenly realized it. "Then I'm not polite, I will sing the words of my poem - by the way, is there an accompaniment? I will also help me with this.
A poem has a melody!”
Yan Xiong said and handed what he had written to the person in charge of the band next to him. An upper-class club like this, especially for poetry, would often include music to make it appear more high-end and classy.
The band leader was originally full of sarcasm towards Yan Xiong, thinking he was a fool. But when he received the simplified poem score, he was stunned. After a while, he immediately got ready with the people next to him.
Everyone in the audience saw that Yan Xiong was doing well, and they laughed again: "Is it ready? We all can't wait!"
Da Vinci fanned the flames: "Everyone, please be kind and don't force this Mr. Luo Bayan! Even if he sings badly later, everyone must give him enough applause. We are all gentlemen!"
Martins not only covered his face this time, but even buried his head, unable to bear to look directly.
Deborah was also a little tired of Yan Xiong's pretentiousness, and her brows furrowed even higher.
At this time, music started playing.
But the accompanist for Yan Xiong was all ready, and after Yan Xiong made a start gesture, he started playing.
Yan Xiong, wearing a loose suit, slicked back hair, and gold-rimmed glasses, held a microphone and started singing:
"There's a girl on my mind
She knows I'm missing her
Starlight shines on me
On the way through day and night
She has been away for some time
But I know I really love her
So I'm singing a song
I hope she can come back to me when she hears it
my heart begins
sha la la la la
sha la la la la in the morning
sha la la la la
sha la la la la in the sunshine..."
Yan Xiong stared at Deborah affectionately and sang the most cheerful and most infatuated English song "Sha La La" in the past time!
This English song was originally sung by the Danish band Walkers and was released in 1974. It is a dance song with a brisk rhythm. It was once covered by Hong Kong's "Winner Band" Principal Tan and others, and it became a blockbuster!
It can be said that this dance music is very popular and is a rare classic!
At this moment, Detective Yan Xiongyan brought out this weapon that Shi Zhijian had specially composed for him, and began to kill everyone on the stage!
He sang, twisting his thick body and beating the drums, beating like a cheerful mole!
For a moment, everyone in the audience was strangely affected by him, and their bodies began to twist involuntarily.
Even the bald Leonardo da Vinci couldn't help but quietly shake his legs and sway to the rhythm.
Principal Martins looked at Yan Xiong on the stage who had become the "King of Singers" in surprise, wondering if he was dazzled.
Deborah looked at Yan Xiong in astonishment, as if she had gotten to know him again!
The more Yan Xiong sang, the more he sang. He couldn't do it! He moved directly from the stage to the audience. He even took the initiative to reach out to Deborah and invited her to dance with her like a gentleman!
Normally, Deborah would have refused due to her identity, but now looking at Yan Xiong who had transformed into the "King of Singers", especially Yan Xiong's face that was 70% similar to her first love, she could no longer bear it.
Unable to stop himself, he actually stood up and danced with him!
In the cheerful song, Yan Xiong and Deborah twisted their bodies happily, and the poetry temple turned into a dance floor, leaving only the beautiful singing and cheerful swinging!
At this moment, Yan Xiong and Deborah seemed to be rejuvenated and regained their youth!
Finally, in full view of the public, Yan Xiong sang affectionately to Deborah: "I seem to have lost weight and floated very high. I am with my angel tonight..." He held Deborah's hand and shook it gently, and Deborah
Spin a circle under his arm in a graceful dance, and then the two of them look at each other!
The singing stopped suddenly!
There was silence.
On the stage, Yan Xiong and Deborah’s eyes began to twitch, and the strands were very, very long!
Under the stage, the bald Leonardo da Vinci pinched his thighs with his hands, looked at the two people on the stage who were glaring at each other, and cursed in his heart: "Damn it! What are you doing? Do you still know how to be ashamed? How shameless are you?
