Subtitle of this chapter: Can white rice dumplings without sugar be eaten?

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ..."

The majestic music suddenly rang in Yuan Yan's ears, and it sounded a bit like "Soviet March". This was the first time the Master Ball system played music. Master Yuan smacked his lips and said in his heart, "It's a pity that I can't play it out, otherwise I would have become a man with my own BGM."

"The host captures it at one time... Well, I convinced the two masters of the Republic of China. I began to unlock the literature category, and the system is being updated..."

Yuan Yan suddenly closed her eyes, but still couldn't stop two turbid tears flowing down her handsome face.

Finally... I can finally be a literary master that everyone can understand!

As early as more than two thousand years ago, Comrade Qu Yuan, a literary master of the Warring States Period, complained in "Chu Ci" sadly and angeredly: "Yangchun Baixue" is good, but the author is not full. "Xialibaren" is low-quality, with one iPhone 7 per month. Later, he committed suicide by jumping into the river, which was forced by life, otherwise why did people make rice dumplings for him to eat?

If I keep following this path of a master of economics, I will never have to think about salted egg yolk meat dumplings in the future. I can only eat white rice dumplings, but I can't dip them in sugar... What a torture for Wuxi people.

"Life is precious, but love is more expensive. If it is for freedom, both can be abandoned!"

"A good poem, I, a layman in literature, think it is a good poem. Brother Hongjian, did you write this?"

Yuan Yan immediately raised his wrist very obviously and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Then he turned around with a solemn expression as if he was constipated and said to He Lian, who was admiring, "My brother Cui Lian. Of course, this song "Freedom and Love" was not written by me, my brother, the author is the Hungarian poet Pei Duofei. But my brother taught himself Hungarian a few days ago and tried to translate it on a whim, which made Cui Lian laugh."

While talking to He Lian, he glanced at Xu Zhimo with the corners of his eyes, and said in his heart that Master He Lian was so excited about this poem. Why didn’t you, the general of the Crescent Sect, bow down to your head? But Xu Zhimo’s next sentence made him thunder thunder thunder, and he didn’t know where he was.

Xu Zhimo picked a thumb and said, "Brother Hongjian, although I don't like this, your poem is translated very well! And the last two sentences you just said..."

"Wait, Kushimon, wait. You said you don't like writing poetry?!"

Yuan Yanshu was shocked. Is there really something wrong with the timeline I wear?!

Xu Zhimo spread his hands and said naturally: "I have a vulgar body and no talent as Brother Hongjian, so I have neglected to say words since I was a child..."

"The new and old poems have nothing to do with me!" (Author's note: This is the original words of Xu Zhimo in real history.)

Yuan Yan suddenly took a breath of air. Isn’t the poet Xu in front of him the original product?! Our Master Yuan couldn’t help but have a big idea. Xu Zhimo went to England to find Marxun’s suicide note “Five-Star Battle of the World” in the British Library. After he achieved his magical power, he returned to China and betrayed his own class and held high the red flag... Eight Kana!

He thought again, if this world collapsed into this way, what would it be worth? He had no reason to say that even xx could not be said.

Xu Zhimo said: "However, after listening to Brother Hongjian's poem, there is also the sentence "I let go because I love her."... These eight words are really endless aftertaste, which makes me interested in the poet."

"Dangdangdang, the host promotes history in the right direction, adds a reward mechanism to the update, please continue to wait..."

So that's it! Yuan Yan suddenly realized that it seemed that Lao Xu became a poet after meeting Xiaolin. As expected, people always have poetry when they are in spring.

He hurriedly said, "It's good to be interested, it's good to be interested. Brother, I will meet you with peach blossoms. This is the fate of having a relationship with a poet. My brother must give you a good time when he goes to England... Well, poetry is interesting."

Our Master Yuan sighed in his heart. He originally wanted to give his friend Xu Zhimo a strong medicine. He even instilled Nietzsche's quotes, but it was the original German version. "When you look at the abyss, the abyss is also watching you." "How can the light of the day understand the depth of darkness at night?"... Well, these two sentences are very high-quality but not very suitable. Of course, it is the sentence "Do you go to the woman's side? Don't forget the whip!".

It seems that it is not possible now. In order to stimulate Xu Zhimo's poetic nature, let's put down the whip.

At this moment, the three people in the room heard "Gululu...", which turned out to be Yuan Yan's intestinal rumbling in her abdomen.

The wind blew his hair; the light cut off his shadow; the love disturbed his heart; the hunger stirred his intestines.

Master Yuan blushed and said, "I laugh at you, brother, I'm just thinking about the paper..."

Master He Lian did not mean to laugh at all, but said in awe: "Brother Hongjian, your academic spirit really makes me admire you. I am worthy of being a professional scholar who can write such a masterpiece."

Xu Zhimo also echoed: "I have known Brother Hongjian for many years, but I don't know that you are such a talented and talented person. You really have eyes but no beads."

"Today, I am here to thank Brother Hongjian for his life-saving grace, and to repay Poet Yuan's two good poems."

Yuan Yan said politely: "Why are you so embarrassed? You are obviously going to see you off for your good brother, how can you still treat you?"

"Please don't be polite, Brother Hongjian!"

"Oh, brother, what should I say to you brother?"

...

"Two, do you want oysters? But it's fresh...you don't want it... OK, waiter, let's have another dozen oysters."

"That brother Hongjian is not a stingy guy. You have eaten a Caesar salad, a pot of mushroom soup, a lamb chop, a piece of pellet, a piece of T-bone, three lobsters, a dozen oysters, and now you have a dozen... Don't eat it badly."

"I've been laughing at you, brother, I haven't eaten serious food for several days. After all, I'm almost done..." Yuan Yan suddenly turned red and she said embarrassedly.

With this broken system, our Master Yuan has a great appetite.

In short, the meal was full of fun. When the guests and guests said goodbye, the atmosphere was a little sad. Xu Zhimo would board the mail ship to England this Friday, and He Lian would return to California in a few days, leaving Yuan Yanshu alone in New York. The three of them would soon be separated.

They agreed to keep in touch with each other in the future, and then shook hands and said goodbye at the entrance of the hotel.

Yuan Yan looked at the background of the two and was very moved. What a good friend, he came to the door to send B coins and invited me to dinner... Brother Guisen, wait. As long as I am still alive next year, I will definitely go to London and mix April in the world into June! Brother, I can only help you get here.

A firm light flashed in his eyes, and a man's oath was made in his heart. Master Yuan returned home casually.
Chapter completed!