MTL - For a Prosperous World-Chapter 23 : To say that winter cold is still spring

"Please draw Fairy Girl."

A girl called, holding a roll of bamboo slips, walked to the small pavilion at the back, sighed, and slowly passed the bamboo slips in.

She understands the current situation of Huaxian, and she treats them very well, but unfortunately, she is only a subordinate. There is nothing she can do about them.

丫鬟 said softly: "Paint fairy girl, let's do it."

Wu Huaxian didn't say anything. He took the bamboo slips and wrote a few words on them.

I put down my pen and turned it out.

Aya took the bamboo slip, returned to the hall, and opened the bamboo slip.

"This situation, this scene, this person."

The title of Yun Shi's poems is three words, but there is no explicit meaning, as if there is no specified theme.

This situation is nothing more than winter time. This person is nothing more than the fairy in the painting.

But everyone can see it differently.

The short silence in the hall quickly heard the whispering writing sounds. Someone already had an idea.

Gu Nan sat beside Zhao Yiren. Their seats were near the window, and they sat cross-legged on the soft collapse.

He poured a glass of wine, and gently opened the window. Some cold wind came in. Gu Nan looked at the street view outside the window.

I took a sip of wine and warmed myself up.

I ’m so extravagant.

Just now I saw Zhao Yiren in order to register a name. I bought a seat here and spent two hundred dollars.

Everyone is thinking hard, Zhao Yiren biting the pen obviously has no clue.

Gu Nan is probably the most leisurely person in this hall.

I changed to a comfortable position, leaning against the window, and letting the slightly cold wind blow her hair.

Looking down from the high building, I saw a beggar limping across the snow with a cloth bag.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

I don't know why, she remembered this sentence. But she is also the one in Zhumen.

He didn't go to see the beggar again, Gu Nan drinking himself.

I may be too leisurely, sitting too conspicuously among a group of hard-working people.

The painting fairy sitting in the pavilion felt a little coldness, turned her head, but found that the window on one side was open.

Sitting by the window, a man in a black robe was sitting obliquely, his clothes were loose and he looked like a lazy man.

That guy, just sitting there drinking?

I drew a picture of the fairy, and you know that one place here is a hundred dollars. This money is enough for ordinary people to eat for a year.

The squinting eyes moved to the man's side face. It was beautiful. She didn't know whether such a word was suitable for describing a man, but that was what the man gave her.

It was a handsome face with a man's handsomeness and a woman's femininity at the same time, a very special temperament, but it made her feel a little shameful.

Maybe he felt in his own eyes. The man turned his head and looked at him flatly.

Both can feel through the tulle, the other is really looking at themselves.

Gu Nan raised the wine glass in his hand and paid respect.

He then tapped the bottle and drank the slightly sweet wine.

After sipping a drink, he turned around and continued to stare out the window.

The painting fairy looked at Gu Nan stunned until he found out that the other party did not want to look at himself, and smiled.

The man saw her and kept staring.

那 And that person is special.

It is a pity that the painting of immortals is too far apart, and he does not see the true look of Gu Nan.

At this time, her face was reddish, and she did not dare to look back at Huaxian.

Until now she didn't understand what it was to wink, but just staring at each other for a few seconds, she almost lost her temper.

"Song of the Xue family, a poem."

A little cricket stood on the high platform and said aloud.

"It snowed at the end of Xianyang at the end of the year, and the silver-clad branches were drooping. The spring was not seen, but the cover was Donghuanhuajuan."

He is not a good poem, or in other words, poems have lifted him up.

It's a pity that the man was completely ignorant, standing proudly, looking forward to the figure in the high stage.

Long for a long time, I saw no response from the figure. Although the literary talent was insufficient, the man was also open-minded, sighed, and sat down.

As the first poem was delivered, one after another, poems began to be read by Xiaoyi on the high platform.

Generally speaking, he was a lot better than the first one, but the painting fairy in that pavilion never said anything.

Unconsciously, more than half of the people have already given poems.

Zhao Yiren hasn't finished it yet, or it can be said that a sentence hasn't been written yet.

Holding a pen, I didn't write down a word.

Holding her own hair, in the end did not know if she was in a sudden illness.

I looked at Gu Nan who was sitting on the side.

"Brother Gu, hey, this brother is only a little learned, I'm afraid I can't see the painting fairy girl today. I really have no inspiration, so let's write a song for your brother and hand it in."

"Brother, you told me to drink with you when you said it well. Didn't I say it all, I won't write poems ..."

I was watched dry by Zhao Yiren, Gu Nan shrugged helplessly.

Brother Gu, looking at you is also a talent for your brother. Unlike your so-called rough man, you wouldn't be hiding here deliberately for your brother. ”Zhao Yiren pointed at Gu Nan and said unbelievably.

Gu Nan drew a corner of his mouth, looked at Zhao Yiren, and shook his head.

Do you love poems? Just recite them casually.

I thought, and said lightly.

"Relying on the dangerous building, the wind is thin. Wangchun is sad, and the sky is dark. The grassy smoke is in the afterglow. No one will rely on it.

I plan to get drunk. When it comes to wine, Qiang Le is still tasteless. The belt gradually widened and eventually regretted it. Eliminated for Iraq. "

Gu Nan's voice was not too heavy, and Tang Zhong was quiet. Everyone heard it clearly.

I even heard the painting fairy sitting a little far away.

Wu's poems faded away, but the whole hall was silent.

This is not like a poem, the format and the sentence are not correct, it is more like a tune.

The format is wrong, but it doesn't reflect their understanding of the poem.

There is no winter word in the poems at all, but everyone's heart is cold for no reason.

This is a poem of spring. The person who sings leans against the building and blows a fine spring breeze, but it is sad.

Some people are very weird. Now it is clearly winter, but why it is spring breeze.

I thought for a while, but it is also, when is it not like spring in the East Tower?

The painting Fairy Girl, but also Spring, came to Xianyang City.

On that day, the grassy smoke was very good ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ At the end of the reading, the sentence was widened and I regretted it.

I have to make people admire, beautiful verses.

He fully expressed the meaning of Xiao Xiao's miss.

I was like telling this story again.

Fireworks in March, I have seen beautiful women, so far this situation is deep. Leaning on a tall building alone, drunk as a song, but said, Acacia is indefinite.

Gu Nan had never thought of it. She just read the most profound love poem in her memory, but she just happened to be in this situation, this scene, and this person.

异 Zhao Yiren looked at Gu Nan with a sting, holding a pen.

After a long time, he quietly put down his pen.

I laughed bitterly: "Brother Gu, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"You have such a deep feeling for the painting fairy girl."

"Ha?" Gu Nan stunned, wondering why the other person said this suddenly.

"What is this poem, what is it?"

Gu Gu Nanyun scratched his hair in the mist: "This is the word, so call it, Butterfly Love Flower is ready."

"Word? Butterfly love flower?" Zhao Yiren murmured, nodding his head: "Butterfly love flower."

Lastly glanced at Gu Nan: "This poetry meeting, for my brother will not participate, for your help!"

Hey wait, what are you talking about? Gu Nan has not responded yet.

异 Zhao Yiren has put away the bamboo slip in his hand.

Solemnly looked up at the pavilion on the high platform and shouted: "Painting fairy girl, this Gu Gongzi beside me, this butterfly love flower, please also draw a fairy girl comment!"

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I'm sorry ha, I slept late today, ha ha ha, no class in the morning, so I slept a bit late.