Brother, I really don't have a crush on you

Chapter 11 - 20

ᦗChapter 11

    Then burn incense and cook tea, making the scene a bit more elegant.

    It's time to sit down. When the wine was hot, Mr. Fufeng took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked her to keep his calligraphy.

    This can be regarded as an elegant rule of brothels.

    Of course, it also depends on the mood and talent of the 'benefactor'.

    However, even untalented benefactors, who will come to be "young children" like Mr. Fufeng, will usually buy a poem in advance for backup.

    Gu Changxia didn't intend to keep any ink treasures.

    She is a descendant, how can she write poems and lyrics. She couldn't even copy them all, and most of the poems memorized in the Chinese textbooks were returned to the teacher.

    But I don't know why.

    Seeing her shaking her head, Mr. Fufeng smiled slightly, and ordered people to take down the calligraphy.

    That expression is very similar to the eyes of that little rich second-generation friend after they separated in the bar before time travel. Faint, a little sad. It is estimated that there are not many calligraphy treasures left for him, Mr. Fufeng is only handsome in appearance, and his temperament is better than dust.

    Gu Changxia couldn't hold back for a moment and stopped him.

    After the tip of the pen was dipped in ink, she actually regretted it a bit, so she should copy something. After thinking for a while, she suddenly remembered the Xianyuan Lantern Festival last night.

    There is a famous poem in my heart, but I don't remember it all...

    It's just... the atmosphere is here, especially the people on both sides of the next door gathered together.

    It’s really impossible not to write.

    Gu Changxia bowed his head, and wrote a few lines in a rustle.

    "Eastern wind blows thousands of trees at night, blowing down, and stars like rain. Carved BMW cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of phoenix flute moves, the light of jade pot turns, and fish and dragon dance all night.

    " People are here, and the lights are dim."

    From Xin Qiji's "Sapphire Case·Yuanxi". There are two more sentences in the middle...she can't remember.

    After finishing writing, everyone present lost their voices.

    After all, who can not be overwhelmed by the artistic conception of "Looking for him thousands of times in the crowd", and the poems that later generations can appreciate, let alone the ancient world where the style of writing is flourishing today.

    Gu Changxia thought again after finishing writing. If there is this poem in this year... Then she...

    However, after looking around at the faces of everyone, she was relieved.

    "There are two more sentences, Miss Gu."

    "Forgot."

    When Mr. Fufeng sighed in astonishment, Gu Changxia wiped his face and ran away invisibly.

    Still a little ashamed.

    This kind of thing is very exciting in novels, but to be honest, it's a little bit... too shameless.

    This poem, even if two sentences were missing, spread throughout the entire Huadie City overnight.

    When he woke up the next day, Gu Changxia found that the inn was blocked by people, and everyone wanted to come to see the 'big poet'.