"Xiao Chen, really?"

Wang Zibo asked with a surprised look, "when can poetry over there accept me?"

"It's not clear."

Chen Hansheng shook his head: "but it should be fast. It's just a natural opportunity. How is the relationship between you dog men and women warming up?"

"What Dog Man and woman!"

Wang Zibo muttered discontentedly, and then said happily, "I'll tell you when I come back from sweeping the grave. Now elder martial sister Gao, they are waiting."

Looking at Wang Zibo's generous back, Chen Hansheng sneered: "there's nothing you can hide from me, Lord Bao!"

After getting on the bus, naturally, Chen Hansheng was in the driver's seat, and Xiao Yuer was the co pilot. Wang Zibo, Bian Shishi, Gao Wen and Li Na were crowded in the back row. In fact, it wouldn't be too crowded, but the weather outside was not very good.

Yesterday, it was still a sunny sun. Today, it suddenly disappeared. The clouds were pale gray white and a little yellow gloomy. Jianye City, it was almost such weather on Qingming Festival and December 13.

The carriage was quite quiet. It may have felt the mourning of the Qingming Festival. Everyone's conversation was not very happy. Only the car radio was playing classic songs from the 1980s to 1990s, such as Cai Qin and Lin Yilian. When it was approaching pujue temple, a little misty rain finally fell.

Chen Hansheng felt a little dull. He opened the window and put in some cold rain. By the way, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He didn't forget to throw one to Wang Zibo behind him.

"Pa!"

The little fish beat Chen Hansheng's thigh and frowned his curved eyebrows.

"Hey, hey, Wang Zibo wants to smoke."

Chen Hansheng smiled and habitually threw the pot to his best friend.

"Fart!"

Wang Zibo mumbled.

Bian Shishi smiled beside he