Chapter 114: Different road non-phase plan
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Chapter 114 Different Ways, Not Collaborating
Bowl
The girls' school secretary Mo'er, who was standing pretty on the stage, just heard this sentence, her heart trembled violently, and she shed tears in just a moment.
Before everyone woke up from the first sentence, Feng Shanshui also read the second poem:
What is the autumn wind sad painting fan
This sentence is even more directly related to the past. The love was so strong and deep at the beginning, why did we have to separate in the end. Why did you tell others about the eternal vows you told me back then?
On the stage, there were only teardrops of girls' school books, but at this moment, tears had already slipped down the cheeks
The writing brush in Zhu Ping'an's hand speeded up, writing vigorously.
"Wait to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is easy to change."
Your mentality is easy to change. At the beginning, you said you loved me forever, but now you treat me like a grass, and you scold me for changing your mind. After this sentence, some people resonated in their hearts, listening quietly, but their hearts were already surging, and they were feeling comprehension; of course, many people frowned. Can a teenager who doesn't look like he has grown all his hair do it? It is very suspicious.
Zhu Ping'an has always kept a low profile, rarely being with the crowd, fellow student candidates have left at least five or six poems in Anqing Mansion, and Zhu Ping'an's only two poems in the Shocking Immortal Poetry Club, and they are still full of doubts of two articles.
There are small talents, but everyone is full of doubts about big talents.
After all, this kind of poems can last forever, how could it be written by a young man who is only thirteen years old and has no reputation at all. In particular, it is unbelievable that this kind of poetry, which requires emotional experience, came from the hands of a young man who has no hair.
Tongcheng Xia Luoming stood quietly on the side, the usual arrogance on his face disappeared, and he looked at Zhu Pingan with his mouth slightly open, unable to see through.
The discussion on the scene has gradually become louder, mostly skeptical and less admirable.
Zhu Ping'an seemed unable to hear the voices of the crowd, and couldn't see the changes in the emotions of the crowd. He continued to stand there and wrote the rest of the poem in one go:
"Lishan language, after midnight, half tears, rain, zero bells, no complaints
How Ru Bo Xing Jin Yilang Loves Wings and Branches"
Zhu Ping'an's last stroke fell, and Feng Shanshui next to him seemed to be quite emotional, and re-read the whole poem.
The girls' school secretary on the Qiaoli stage looked at Zhu Ping'an with burning eyes, tears streaming down her face.
This word is simply too suitable for this kind of romantic place. The whole text condemns the heartless Jin Yilang in the tone of a lovelorn woman, which is almost the love transaction of the sublimated version of the ancient version of the literary version. When we first met, you fell in love with me, and you swore to me that you would love me forever! But in the blink of an eye, you took her into your arms again, yet still scolded me for being changeable. I have cried, I have suffered, I have loved my country, I have hated my country, and in the end I can only say that life is just as it was when I first saw it.
After reading the whole poem, everyone has complicated feelings. This is definitely a poem that will last forever, but it was written by a young man who has no hair and doesn’t know what it is. No matter how you look at it, it makes people suspicious. Are you in love? How can you write such lingering poems?
Mo'er, the girl's school secretary whose heart was touched and couldn't help herself, now had tears wet the veil she was wearing, and bowed to Zhu Ping'an, thanking Zhu Ping'an for this poem.
Someone saw the action of the girls' school secretary for the first time, and before the girls' school secretary expressed gratitude, he took the lead in expressing his doubts to Zhu Pingan.
"Did you write this poem yourself?"
Zhu Pingan put down the brush in his hand, glanced at the man, smiled slightly, and asked, "Could it be that you did it?"
The man was stunned for a moment, and then asked with certainty, "You are only a thirteen-year-old boy, how can you make such a life perception of love, hatred, and hatred?"
Many people who have the same question can't help but agree.
Zhu Ping'an still smiled, and asked softly, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
The man said without hesitation, "Of course it is the truth."
"The truth is, I have never eaten pork, but I often see a group of fat pigs roaring in the mountains."
Haven’t eaten pork, haven’t you seen a pig running? There are not many touching and hating love stories in history, and there are not many stories about the romantic, talented and beautiful.
Startled slightly, the man asked again. "What about lies?"
"It's a lie. It's from a double surname Nalan named Xingde, named Rongruo, named Xingde by me."
Nalan Xingde? What a strange name, where is this person from, why have I never heard of it?
Amidst everyone's doubts, Zhu Ping'an had already turned around and left. The drunken Junlou, which was full of feasting and feasting, never let Zhu Ping'an take a second look.
"Young Master, please stay still"
Even the girl who was on the stage, the female school secretary who had been sought after by everyone for several years and still covered her veil, had already put her hand on the veil and was about to tear off the veil in the next second to reveal her alluring face, but Even so, Zhu Pingan never made Zhu Ping look back.
When everyone reacted, Zhu Ping'an had already gone downstairs without any regrets.
Then, everyone could only vaguely see from the window edge the young man with the black board between them, stepping into the wind and rain again.
Different road non-phase plan!
Zhu Pingan, who was walking in the wind and rain, murmured softly, and strode towards the inn.
I don’t know whether the unfinished meals are still kept in the inn. I didn’t eat much at first, and whether the handful of money I grabbed was too much or too little. It was too hasty to be dragged by the villagers when I left. After tossing around in the Zuijun Tower, I got even hungrier. The rain seems to be getting heavier, and the wind is getting tighter. The wet clothes are sticking to the body, which can't stop the wind and rain. It's better to rush back to the inn, drink a bowl of **** soup, take a hot bath and change into clean clothes
(end of this chapter)
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Chapter 114 Different Ways, Not Collaborating
Bowl
The girls' school secretary Mo'er, who was standing pretty on the stage, just heard this sentence, her heart trembled violently, and she shed tears in just a moment.
Before everyone woke up from the first sentence, Feng Shanshui also read the second poem:
What is the autumn wind sad painting fan
This sentence is even more directly related to the past. The love was so strong and deep at the beginning, why did we have to separate in the end. Why did you tell others about the eternal vows you told me back then?
On the stage, there were only teardrops of girls' school books, but at this moment, tears had already slipped down the cheeks
The writing brush in Zhu Ping'an's hand speeded up, writing vigorously.
"Wait to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is easy to change."
Your mentality is easy to change. At the beginning, you said you loved me forever, but now you treat me like a grass, and you scold me for changing your mind. After this sentence, some people resonated in their hearts, listening quietly, but their hearts were already surging, and they were feeling comprehension; of course, many people frowned. Can a teenager who doesn't look like he has grown all his hair do it? It is very suspicious.
Zhu Ping'an has always kept a low profile, rarely being with the crowd, fellow student candidates have left at least five or six poems in Anqing Mansion, and Zhu Ping'an's only two poems in the Shocking Immortal Poetry Club, and they are still full of doubts of two articles.
There are small talents, but everyone is full of doubts about big talents.
After all, this kind of poems can last forever, how could it be written by a young man who is only thirteen years old and has no reputation at all. In particular, it is unbelievable that this kind of poetry, which requires emotional experience, came from the hands of a young man who has no hair.
Tongcheng Xia Luoming stood quietly on the side, the usual arrogance on his face disappeared, and he looked at Zhu Pingan with his mouth slightly open, unable to see through.
The discussion on the scene has gradually become louder, mostly skeptical and less admirable.
Zhu Ping'an seemed unable to hear the voices of the crowd, and couldn't see the changes in the emotions of the crowd. He continued to stand there and wrote the rest of the poem in one go:
"Lishan language, after midnight, half tears, rain, zero bells, no complaints
How Ru Bo Xing Jin Yilang Loves Wings and Branches"
Zhu Ping'an's last stroke fell, and Feng Shanshui next to him seemed to be quite emotional, and re-read the whole poem.
The girls' school secretary on the Qiaoli stage looked at Zhu Ping'an with burning eyes, tears streaming down her face.
This word is simply too suitable for this kind of romantic place. The whole text condemns the heartless Jin Yilang in the tone of a lovelorn woman, which is almost the love transaction of the sublimated version of the ancient version of the literary version. When we first met, you fell in love with me, and you swore to me that you would love me forever! But in the blink of an eye, you took her into your arms again, yet still scolded me for being changeable. I have cried, I have suffered, I have loved my country, I have hated my country, and in the end I can only say that life is just as it was when I first saw it.
After reading the whole poem, everyone has complicated feelings. This is definitely a poem that will last forever, but it was written by a young man who has no hair and doesn’t know what it is. No matter how you look at it, it makes people suspicious. Are you in love? How can you write such lingering poems?
Mo'er, the girl's school secretary whose heart was touched and couldn't help herself, now had tears wet the veil she was wearing, and bowed to Zhu Ping'an, thanking Zhu Ping'an for this poem.
Someone saw the action of the girls' school secretary for the first time, and before the girls' school secretary expressed gratitude, he took the lead in expressing his doubts to Zhu Pingan.
"Did you write this poem yourself?"
Zhu Pingan put down the brush in his hand, glanced at the man, smiled slightly, and asked, "Could it be that you did it?"
The man was stunned for a moment, and then asked with certainty, "You are only a thirteen-year-old boy, how can you make such a life perception of love, hatred, and hatred?"
Many people who have the same question can't help but agree.
Zhu Ping'an still smiled, and asked softly, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
The man said without hesitation, "Of course it is the truth."
"The truth is, I have never eaten pork, but I often see a group of fat pigs roaring in the mountains."
Haven’t eaten pork, haven’t you seen a pig running? There are not many touching and hating love stories in history, and there are not many stories about the romantic, talented and beautiful.
Startled slightly, the man asked again. "What about lies?"
"It's a lie. It's from a double surname Nalan named Xingde, named Rongruo, named Xingde by me."
Nalan Xingde? What a strange name, where is this person from, why have I never heard of it?
Amidst everyone's doubts, Zhu Ping'an had already turned around and left. The drunken Junlou, which was full of feasting and feasting, never let Zhu Ping'an take a second look.
"Young Master, please stay still"
Even the girl who was on the stage, the female school secretary who had been sought after by everyone for several years and still covered her veil, had already put her hand on the veil and was about to tear off the veil in the next second to reveal her alluring face, but Even so, Zhu Pingan never made Zhu Ping look back.
When everyone reacted, Zhu Ping'an had already gone downstairs without any regrets.
Then, everyone could only vaguely see from the window edge the young man with the black board between them, stepping into the wind and rain again.
Different road non-phase plan!
Zhu Pingan, who was walking in the wind and rain, murmured softly, and strode towards the inn.
I don’t know whether the unfinished meals are still kept in the inn. I didn’t eat much at first, and whether the handful of money I grabbed was too much or too little. It was too hasty to be dragged by the villagers when I left. After tossing around in the Zuijun Tower, I got even hungrier. The rain seems to be getting heavier, and the wind is getting tighter. The wet clothes are sticking to the body, which can't stop the wind and rain. It's better to rush back to the inn, drink a bowl of **** soup, take a hot bath and change into clean clothes
(end of this chapter)
Chapter 114 Different Ways, Not Collaborating BowlThe girls' school secretary Mo'er, who was standing pretty on the stage, just heard this sentence, her heart trembled violently, and she shed tears in just a moment. Before everyone woke up from the first sentence, Feng Shanshui also read the second poem:What is the autumn wind sad painting fan This sentence is even more directly related to the past. The love was so strong and deep at the beginning, why did we have to separate in the end. Why did you tell others about the eternal vows you told me back then?On the stage, there were only teardrops of girls' school books, but at this moment, tears had already slipped down the cheeksThe writing brush in Zhu Ping'an's hand speeded up, writing vigorously. "Wait to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is easy to change."Your mentality is easy to change. At the beginning, you said you loved me forever, but now you treat me like a grass, and you scold me for changing your mind. After this sentence, some people resonated in their hearts, listening quietly, but their hearts were already surging, and they were feeling comprehension; of course, many people frowned. Can a teenager who doesn't look like he has grown all his hair do it? It is very suspicious.Zhu Ping'an has always kept a low profile, rarely being with the crowd, fellow student candidates have left at least five or six poems in Anqing Mansion, and Zhu Ping'an's only two poems in the Shocking Immortal Poetry Club, and they are still full of doubts of two articles. There are small talents, but everyone is full of doubts about big talents.After all, this kind of poems can last forever, how could it be written by a young man who is only thirteen years old and has no reputation at all. In particular, it is unbelievable that this kind of poetry, which requires emotional experience, came from the hands of a young man who has no hair. Tongcheng Xia Luoming stood quietly on the side, the usual arrogance on his face disappeared, and he looked at Zhu Pingan with his mouth slightly open, unable to see through.The discussion on the scene has gradually become louder, mostly skeptical and less admirable.Zhu Ping'an seemed unable to hear the voices of the crowd, and couldn't see the changes in the emotions of the crowd. He continued to stand there and wrote the rest of the poem in one go: "Lishan language, after midnight, half tears, rain, zero bells, no complaintsHow Ru Bo Xing Jin Yilang Loves Wings and Branches" Zhu Ping'an's last stroke fell, and Feng Shanshui next to him seemed to be quite emotional, and re-read the whole poem.The girls' school secretary on the Qiaoli stage looked at Zhu Ping'an with burning eyes, tears streaming down her face.This word is simply too suitable for this kind of romantic place. The whole text condemns the heartless Jin Yilang in the tone of a lovelorn woman, which is almost the love transaction of the sublimated version of the ancient version of the literary version. When we first met, you fell in love with me, and you swore to me that you would love me forever! But in the blink of an eye, you took her into your arms again, yet still scolded me for being changeable. I have cried, I have suffered, I have loved my country, I have hated my country, and in the end I can only say that life is just as it was when I first saw it.After reading the whole poem, everyone has complicated feelings. This is definitely a poem that will last forever, but it was written by a young man who has no hair and doesn't know what it is. No matter how you look at it, it makes people suspicious. Are you in love? How can you write such lingering poems?Mo'er, the girl's school secretary whose heart was touched and couldn't help herself, now had tears wet the veil she was wearing, and bowed to Zhu Ping'an, thanking Zhu Ping'an for this poem. Someone saw the action of the girls' school secretary for the first time, and before the girls' school secretary expressed gratitude, he took the lead in expressing his doubts to Zhu Pingan. "Did you write this poem yourself?"Zhu Pingan put down the brush in his hand, glanced at the man, smiled slightly, and asked, "Could it be that you did it?"The man was stunned for a moment, and then asked with certainty, "You are only a thirteen-year-old boy, how can you make such a life perception of love, hatred, and hatred?"Many people who have the same question can't help but agree.Zhu Ping'an still smiled, and asked softly, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"The man said without hesitation, "Of course it is the truth." "The truth is, I have never eaten pork, but I often see a group of fat pigs roaring in the mountains." Haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig running? There are not many touching and hating love stories in history, and there are not many stories about the romantic, talented and beautiful. Startled slightly, the man asked again. "What about lies?" "It's a lie. It's from a double surname Nalan named Xingde, named Rongruo, named Xingde by me."Nalan Xingde? What a strange name, where is this person from, why have I never heard of it? Amidst everyone's doubts, Zhu Ping'an had already turned around and left. The drunken Junlou, which was full of feasting and feasting, never let Zhu Ping'an take a second look. "Young Master, please stay still"Even the girl who was on the stage, the female school secretary who had been sought after by everyone for several years and still covered her veil, had already put her hand on the veil and was about to tear off the veil in the next second to reveal her alluring face, but Even so, Zhu Pingan never made Zhu Ping look back.When everyone reacted, Zhu Ping'an had already gone downstairs without any regrets. Then, everyone could only vaguely see from the window edge the young man with the black board between them, stepping into the wind and rain again. Different road non-phase plan! Zhu Pingan, who was walking in the wind and rain, murmured softly, and strode towards the inn. I don't know whether the unfinished meals are still kept in the inn. I didn't eat much at first, and whether the handful of money I grabbed was too much or too little. It was too hasty to be dragged by the villagers when I left. After tossing around in the Zuijun Tower, I got even hungrier. The rain seems to be getting heavier, and the wind is getting tighter. The wet clothes are sticking to the body, which can't stop the wind and rain. It's better to rush back to the inn, drink a bowl of **** soup, take a hot bath and change into clean clothesend of this chapter
