C599 compose a poem

These past few days, Zhang Yuan Yuan had been washing her face with tears.

His most beloved father, his greatest backer and reliance on Zhang Weimin. The sudden death had dealt her an unprecedented blow. The person he chose to love, Xiao Yi, was a criminal suspect who killed his father. Furthermore, right now, he was running away in fear of his crimes, so he didn't know where he was heading to. As a weak girl, her mental defenses had collapsed layer by layer.

When Xiao Yi walked into the old house, he saw Zhang Yuan Yuan leaning on the window. Alone, looking at a pot of growing cactus.

That pot of cactus, the soil that nurtured it was all dry now. For a long time, he had not watered anything.

At that time, it was still tenaciously growing, and from the dried up soil, it emitted a rich green color. This bit of green energy allowed Zhang Yuan Yuan to feel a vigorous life force.

Every time he saw this cactus, Zhang Yuan Yuan would have the courage to persevere on.

"Yuan Yuan, I'm here."

The five short words were still written in that familiar voice. This caused Zhang Yuan Yuan's delicate body to tremble, and she quickly turned her head. When she saw Xiao Yi's travel worn out face, her tears fell like rain.

"You, you, you finally came."

Thousands of words, all the grievances, all the grievances, all the heartache. In that instant, it turned into these words. Zhang Yuan Yuan's every word was mixed with a slight tremble, making people cry out sorrowfully like azaleas.

After Xiao Yi heard these words, he quickly rushed in front of Zhang Yuan Yuan. Everything turned into a warm hug. He hugged her tightly in his embrace.

Zhang Yuan Yuan immediately buried her head into Xiao Yi's embrace. Her cries were earth-shattering, and her tears were like broken beads as they wet Xiao Yi's clothes.

For a moment, the old house's sun blazed. Through the window, it shone onto the two of them. For the silent things in the room, only the occasional sound of Yuan Yuan's sobs could be heard.

"These days, you are finally here." Xiao Yi gently caressed a piece of Yuan Yuan's hair and sighed.

After Zhang Yuan Yuan heard this, she started crying even harder.

After that, there was nothing for them to say but tears.

Zhang Yuan Yuan did not ask where Xiao Yi had gone to, and Xiao Yi similarly did not tell him where he had gone to. It was as if hugging each other tightly could last until the end of time.

Right at this moment, there was a different scene outside the door.

The Tian Xiang Inn's Young Master, Xu Zhitian, and the Jianghai City City Writers' Association's Association's President's son, Hu Yiwen, both walked towards the old house. Both of them coldly stared at each other as the smell of gunpowder quietly brewed between them.

"Hu Yiwen, I'll tell you. Zhang Yuan Yuan is mine, my father is now buying another plot of land in the south of the city. Do you know how much the land is worth? Thirty million. "

Tian Xiang's Young Master Xu Zhitian coldly looked at Hu Yiwen who was beside him, and said with a haughty look.

"Hmph." Hu Yiwen snorted disdainfully, then said loudly: "So what if you have thirty million? What kind of person was Zhang Yuan Yuan, that was Golden Bough Jade Leaf. Do you think she will be as vulgar as you? Would she be interested in money like dirt? Tell you what, no. I, Hu Yiwen, am three years old and know how to recite Tang Shi, so I can recite the Hundred Family surnames at four years old. At the age of five, he had read "The Tragic World". By the way, do you know who wrote "The Tragedy World"? "

Xu Zhitian laughed out loud and said smugly, "You f * cker. To be three years old and be able to recite Tang Shi, how incredible is that? I tell you, I read poetry when I was three. "Well, isn't it a lot better than you?"

The two of them walked and talked to each other along the way. Within his imposing manner, he didn't lose out to anyone.

One was a fuerdai, with a fortune of over ten million. One of them was a literary youth who was carrying the son of the Writers' Association's President. The two of them were the two Young Masters who had been pursuing Zhang Yuan Yuan for a long time.

In the past, both of them thought that they were too expensive. Regarding Zhang Yuan Yuan, this swan, she did not even dare to think about it. However, the present was different from the past. Zhang Yuan Yuan's father, Zhang Weimin, had passed away. Zhang Yuan Yuan's past background and prestige had plummeted. Therefore, these young masters could think of one.

Furthermore, he was full of confidence that he had earned the qualifications to pursue Zhang Yuan Yuan's rights. He now had the qualifications to obtain Zhang Yuan Yuan.

Zhang Yuan Yuan was also worthy of these princes to go crazy for her. They would go abroad to study and return overseas. In terms of her bearing and self-control, she was a level above others. Furthermore, Zhang Yuan Yuan had a beautiful face, she was definitely a great beauty. She was slim like a willow and beautiful like a flower. If she could spend the night with such a woman, she would be willing to become a ghost.

In the end, Zhang Yuan Yuan became Zhang Weimin's daughter. Once one obtains the favor of Zhang Yuan Yuan, then they can obtain the support of Zhang Yuan Yuan's father. Then, the future would be limitless.

Therefore, this golden phoenix had driven the young masters of Jianghai into a frenzy.

Of course, there were also rumors that Zhang Yuan Yuan was Xiao Yi's woman. Just that, the current Xiao Yi was fleeing in fear of his crimes, he was crossing the river and could not protect himself, so he was no longer a threat. In addition, step back ten thousand times. As long as he soaked Zhang Yuan Yuan in it quickly and cooked the cooked rice. Then, what can you, Xiao Yi, do to me at that time?

Xu Zhitian and Hu Yiwen walked into the old house, but did not enter. Young master who had hastily entered Zhang Yuan Yuan's room these past few days. They were all scolded by Zhang Yuan Yuan one by one, and then threw all their cups, bowls, bowls and chopsticks. When she came out, her face was bruised and swollen.

Xu Zhitian coughed twice, and then shouted towards the sky, "Miss Zhang, I am Tian Xiang's young master, Xu Zhitian. Today, he once again paid a visit. I know that Miss Zhang has been upset and unsettled recently. In recent days, however, my father had bought a piece of land just south of the city. The land wasn't expensive. It was only thirty million. I want to ask Miss Zhang if she likes it. I am willing to plant the chrysanthemum that the Miss Zhang likes on that land. Then, he built a villa in the middle of the chrysanthemums. In the future, will watch the sunset and the sunrise, and the chrysanthemums fall. "

Zhang Yuan Yuan, who was tightly hugging Xiao Yi in the room, immediately blushed when he heard this.

"Is that so?" Xiao Yi's face turned ugly as he asked coldly.

"During this period of time, perhaps everyone has seen my family's history and thought that I was easy to be bullied. Every day, there will be a few cats and dogs who come to court me, but they'll just want me and get the support of my father's disciples. " Zhang Yuan Yuan's voice revealed a sense of loss: "If it was before, when my father was alive. These cats and dogs, how dare they be so arrogant? "

"Looks like it is exactly the tigers that are not in the mountains. Monkeys are called overlords." A cold light shot out of Xiao Yi's eyes as he said coldly, "I've been gone for a few days, and all of you are now in the rivers and seas lawless. Even if we do not give face to your father, then do they dare to snatch my, Xiao Yi's, woman? They were all wondering how powerful they were. They really didn't know if they were dead or alive...

Just as Xiao Yi's anger was rising up from within the house, Hu Yiwen, who was outside the door, snorted coldly and said: "Thirty million, plus a few chrysanthemums. Then, do you think you can get the Miss Zhang's favor? Not here, so vulgar. Look at the scenery outside the old house, it's a mountain climbing tiger with a lot of artistic conception. Your stench of copper has tainted the meaning of this place. "

"Yi Yun your mother." Xu Zhitian was a hedonistic young master who loved to swear. Immediately, he became furious and roared, "F * ck your mother's mental state, f * ck your mother's copper stench!" "You are this kind of hypocritical scholar. Who do you think you are?"

"Young Master Xu, please speak properly for me?" Hu Yiwen did not give up, and continued to ask.

Xu Zhitian shook his head, and arrogantly said, "I have a chrysanthemum." I am indeed rich, with thousands of chrysanthemums planted, what can you do to me? At that time, Miss Zhang and I will walk in the chrysanthemums hand in hand. "Angry to death, jealous …"

Seeing Xu Zhitian's sharp tongue, Hu Yiwen finally snorted. Then, he looked up and spoke loudly to Zhang Yuan Yuan who was in the room: "Miss Zhang, I am Hu Yiwen from the City Writers' Association. A few days ago, I had the pleasure of meeting her on the street corner. These past few days, his mind had been wandering around. I want to compose a poem for Miss Zhang to hear. "

Following that, Hu Yiwen stood at the entrance of the old house, cleared his throat, and coughed twice. In the end, as he went back and forth in front of the old house, he chanted, "This poem's name is < Who's Flying Tonight >."

After a thousand shouts, Hu Yiwen finally recited the poem with great emotion, brimming with vigor and vigor:

The sun is shining brightly tonight, dancing with the hormones, your soft skin is like my sad mood, in the smile of God, I walk naked, the salt market in October, I have no choice, on the night of many years later, you cover your face and cry, the lights of youth seem to be leaving you, who is in heaven, who is in hell, who is always looking for you in the dream of youth … …

After he finished reciting the poem, Hu Yiwen gave Xu Zhitian a meaningful look. Raising his head and sticking his chest out, he quietly waited for Zhang Yuan Yuan's appearance.

Hu Yiwen thought that this poem was extremely amazing. Therefore, he began to fantasize in his mind. On a sunny night, Zhang Yuan Yuan walked around naked. Walking out of the old house, she danced along with her hormones.

even began to imagine. Zhang Yuan Yuan, who was extremely touched by her poem, followed her after walking out of the room.