City: Being called Dad can make you stronger

"Linglong Dice An Hongdou, I don't know if I miss you deeply." Li Xiaolan looked at Hua Qiang in amazement.

The dice correspond to the bone.

Red beans correspond to lovesickness.

The red bean is in the bone, and it becomes lovesickness!
So neat!
Logically there is no problem at all!

She didn't know if the last sentence of this poem was the line "I know I don't know when I'm in love with my bones", she just felt that this line "I don't know what I don't know about love in my bones" perfectly fit the artistic conception of the whole poem.

It even served as a finishing touch!

Even if it was compiled by Hua Qiang, she felt that with this sentence, the artistic conception of the whole poem was sublimated in an instant, and it was extremely beautiful!
"How did you know? Could it be that you added it yourself?" Li Xiaolan looked at Hua Qiang in disbelief. She felt that even if Hua Qiang added it himself, the other party was extremely talented!
Hua Qiang said: "How can I write such a wonderful poem, I just know it by chance."

"But those great writers and archaeologists say that the source of this poem can no longer be found? The incomplete part is completely impossible to examine"

"Of course, there are also many so-called great writers who have supplemented it in many versions with their own understanding, but I have read those versions. Compared with yours, it is nothing like mud!"

Hua Qiang said: "When I was a child, there was an ancient book at home, which recorded many such ancient poems, and it happened to be the few you read."

"Is that book still there? Lend me to read it?"

Hua Qiang shook his head: "It's already dead, but I remember the above content. If you want to know, just ask me, but the premise is...you have to ask me to understand."

"." Li Xiaolan's face darkened instantly.

Looking at Hua Qiang contemptuously, it took a long time before he blushed and said, "What's your hobby? Do you have to play like this!"

[Li Xiaolan's cumulative resentment value is 7300]

The resentment value is still rising, but not by much.

Hua Qiang realized that Li Xiaolan was slowly accepting this habit of hers, bah, playing the game.

Hurry up and pursue the victory.

"It's not a hobby. It's just for fun! Don't worry, it's just a cry, and you won't be asked to do anything else."

"What else do you want me to do?" Li Xiaolan glared at the other party angrily.

Hua Qiang said with a smile: "You have already asked this question, so I can only say: You can first talk about the scale you can accept."

"roll!"

Li Xiaolan clasped her arms and fell silent. After counting breaths, she raised her head and asked, "I don't need to learn any sounds? Just casually, casually?"

"No. Of course you want to add some emotions in it, and I have no objection."

"Add you." Li Xiaolan wanted to scold, but in order to maintain her image as a lady, she gave up.
She flipped through the pages of the book, suddenly pointed to an incomplete ancient poem, and said, "Fill up this poem first, and then I'll consider whether to call it or not."

Hua Qiang glanced at it.
Luoyang Chengdong peach and plum blossoms, who flies to and flies?
Luoyang daughter cherishes color, and sighs when she sees Luohua.

The color of the flowers will change this year. Who will bloom next year?
It has been seen that pine and cypress have been destroyed for salaries, and the mulberry field has become a sea.

The ancients didn't find the east of Luocheng, but today's people still face the wind of falling flowers.

Flowers are similar every year.
The verse ends here.

"no problem."

In Huaqiang's mind, it was as if the function of "listening to the song and guessing the song" had been turned on. After reading the previous verses, the latter immediately came to mind.

"Peach and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang City, who's home will they fly around?"

"The daughter of Luoyang cherishes the color, and sighs when she sees the falling flowers."

"The color of the flowers will change this year, but who will be there when the flowers bloom next year?"

"I have seen pines and cypresses destroyed as salary, and even heard that sangtians have turned into seas."

"The ancients did not return to the east of Luocheng, but today's people are still against Luohuafeng."

"."

Hearing this, Li Xiaolan suddenly became very serious, looking at Huaqiang intently like a student with a strong thirst for knowledge.

"When you get here, it should be: the flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year."

Hua Qiang recited the entire poem in one breath.

After reciting it, Hua Qiang saw Li Xiaolan's speechless expression.

"so perfect."

"beautiful!"

"In this world, how can anyone write such beautiful lines!"

Not only Li Xiaolan, but also the other students around her had already set their dull eyes on Hua Qiang.

At first, it was just the jealous gazes of those male classmates.

They discovered that Li Xiaolan, who was originally as cold as ice, actually had a lively chat with Hua Qiang!
so they are curious
How did Huaqiang do it!
As a result, I didn’t know if I didn’t hear it, and I was shocked when I heard it.
This Huaqiang is not only the first in the school in terms of cultural background, but also super talented!
Although there is no practical use for being talented in this day and age.

But you can pretend!

Coaxing girls, flirting with girls, pretending to be handsome, never out of date!
Too bad they know.
In today's society, involution is so serious that learning survival skills alone is already tiring enough, so there is no time to learn those pretentious means of cultivating sentiment.

otherwise.
How could they be willing to stare here, watching Huaqiang pretending to be here alone. Oh no, it's a show of talent!
Li Xiaolan, the class flower, was taken aback for a while!

"Brother Qiang, be yourself!"

"That's right, it doesn't matter if your academic performance is so good, and you are so talented, let others live!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

"Yeah Brother Qiang! The poems you recite are too beautiful! Fortunately, I killed fish in the supermarket for two years, otherwise I would... I would live in Bengbu too!"

"."

Huaqiang's face remained unchanged.

Memorizing a poem can fool you like this
Uneducated, blame me?
"Don't pay attention to them. Look at this song again. What's the missing part?" Li Xiaolan asked excitedly, holding Hua Qiang's hand, regardless of the eyes of the students around her.

"Wood grass?"

"The squad leader actually took someone else's hand?"

"And still active"

"Take the male classmate's hand?"

"Have the rumors been self-defeating?"

"."

Hearing the sighs of the people around her, Li Xiaolan's face immediately turned red, "Don't talk nonsense! That's enough, don't read it all, go back to your seats, or if you are late next time, see if I will pretend not to see it." !"

As soon as this word comes out.

The students hurried away.

After all, decent people, who can guarantee not to be late?
The squad leader has said so, so he must be savvy!

The surrounding students dispersed and returned to their respective positions, but from time to time, a few male students would still look at Hua Qiang with envious and jealous eyes.

For a long time, they thought that it was Banhua's own problem that Banhua didn't give them a good face.

It's definitely not my own problem!

As a result, they found out today. After all, the contest between men has lost the wind!

"Don't look at them and ask you!" Li Xiaolan wanted to pull Huaqiang again, but thinking of the scene just now, she chose to poke Huaqiang with a signature pen.

Hua Qiang turned around and said, "Which one?"

"This one." Li Xiaolan looked forward to it.

Hua Qiang didn't change his face, "This one, um, it's not bad, you still have some vision."

"However, you haven't called yet, and you want to ask again, don't you want to keep whoring for nothing?"

"."

Li Xiaolan was slightly taken aback, and her face immediately turned red again.

"Who cares about whoring you? You are so passionate!"

She lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Hua Qiang, and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Really... Really, all I need to do is call out?"

Hua Qiang said: "Just treat it as if we had a fight, and if you lose, you can only confess and call me Dad, or it's over? I really don't understand, what are you struggling with?"

"But...but people know that it has other meanings."

"What other meaning? Why don't I know?"

"Oh, I don't want to tell you anymore!" Li Xiaolan buried her head angrily and ignored it.

Hua Qiang had a dark face, "Then do you still want to listen to my poems?"

"En." Li Xiaolan didn't raise her head, she continued to bury her head under the table, and responded.

Although, she thinks Hua Qiang is very vulgar, even when reciting poems.

But when those beautiful poems were read from Hua Qiang's mouth, Li Xiaolan instantly felt that the other party was much more handsome.

Perhaps, this is the so-called talent saving temperament!
"Then I finish reading, will you call me?"

If you don't call, you have to go to class!
"." After a moment of silence, he nodded twice with his buried head.

Huaqiang didn't know if the other party was really willing to call.

Anyway, there is no loss in reading two poems.

Moreover, Hua Qiang didn't want to miss this "priceless treasure" after finally being able to use it once.

"Okay, I'll read it." Hua Qiang nodded and stopped procrastinating.

"The east wind blows flowers and thousands of trees at night. It blows more and falls, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night."

"Moth Xueliu's golden strands, full of laughter and dark fragrance. People search for him thousands of times, and suddenly look back."

"Looking back suddenly, what then?" Hearing this, Li Xiaolan couldn't bear it anymore, raised her head, and looked at Hua Qiang expectantly.

Hua Qiang smiled faintly, "."

Nothing was said.

It seems that everything has been said.

[Li Xiaolan's cumulative resentment value is 7520]

"."

Li Xiaolan bit her lip, her face was flushed, she was silent for a long time, then she slowly lowered her head, and called out in that mosquito-like voice, "Dad."