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Chapter 1102 Poems
Chapter 1102 Poems
When the two arrived at the riverside, they found that there were quite a few people here.

There are old men and women who come for a walk after dinner, and naturally there are also young men and women.

And Mu Han and Pu Bingqing, such a couple, although wearing masks, are very common, so naturally they will not attract the attention of others.

By this time, the sun had already started to set.

Just like the picture in Mu Han's mind, the red fire clouds in the sky reflected the river surface very beautifully.

But involuntarily, Mu Han suddenly remembered an ancient poem.

"A streak of setting sun spreads across the water."

"The radius is rustling and half Jianghong."

Thinking of this, Mu Han couldn't help groaning softly.

"What a nice view!"

After hearing Mu Han's poem, Pu Bingqing said something softly.

"Well, yes, the scenery is really beautiful."

Mu Han thought that Pu Bingqing was talking about this scene, but what Pu Bingqing was talking about was the poem in Mu Han's mouth.

"Your poems are so beautiful!"

When Pu Bingqing heard Mu Han's words, he knew he had misunderstood, so he couldn't help opening his mouth to explain.

But have you ever learned this poem in elementary school texts?What's so strange?

But at this moment, Mu Han suddenly thought that this is a parallel world, and it seems that this poem may not really exist.

Mu Han didn't reply, but quickly took out his mobile phone and started to search for this poem on the Internet.

But in the end, I found that there was no such poem at all, but I finally took out my phone and simply took a photo.

"Really? But not as beautiful as you!"

It turned out that when Mu Han took the photo just now, he deliberately included Pu Bingqing in the photo. Of course, the mask was taken off.

But after the photo was taken, I brought it up again.

Pu Bingqing blushed when she heard Mu Han's love words.

Although under normal circumstances, Pu Bingqing would not blush as easily as before, but sometimes, when Mu Han teased her like that, she still couldn't help feeling ashamed in her heart.

Finally, Pu Bingqing asked for the photo and posted it on Weibo.

But before sending it, Pu Bingqing looked at Mu Han, and then shook the phone in his hand. ,

The meaning seems to be saying.

"Can I send it?"

Seeing this, Mu Han smiled.

"of course can!"

Afterwards, Pu Bingqing clicked to send. Of course, under the photo, the two poems that Mu Han just wrote were attached.

Finally, I also @姜寒.

Seeing this, Mu Han also found it very interesting, and also posted on his Weibo. ,

"Poetry is beautiful, scenery is beautiful, and people are even more beautiful!"

Mu Han responded with a sentence, and then also @普冰清.

The interaction between the two immediately aroused all the fans who followed the two.

"Wow! The God of Mu is surprised!"

"But this photo of Pu Bingqing is really beautiful."

"These two aren't dating, are they?"

"By the way, is this the riverside? Does the riverside have such a beautiful view?"

"Of course, I will come out to watch the sunset every day."

"I just don't know if Mu Shen is still there, I want to go find them."

"Don't you focus on poetry?"

"I want to know what's behind."

"Same request!"

The interaction between the two on Weibo immediately shocked a large group of people.

Some people are peers, such as anchors or professional players.

There are also some people who belong to other industries, for example, the Huaxia Poetry Association.

Because the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon.

Therefore, in the recent Poetry Association, all members are busy.

It's just that in other places, if you get busy, you will be exhausted physically and mentally.

But in the Poetry Association, you will see a large group of people, holding brushes, constantly writing and drawing on paper.

Occasionally, I will recite a few poems written by the ancients.

The reason for this is that the Poetry Association, every important festival, has to produce some works and then hand them over to the above.

Finally, it will be released at the gala, such as the Spring Festival Gala during the Spring Festival, such as the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala and so on.

But up to now, none of these people in the Poetry Association can write poems that fit the atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Sun Zhiguo, the president of the Poetry Association, is also writing along with him.

And this time.

"boom!"

"Teacher, please check Weibo!"

The door of Sun Zhiguo's office was pushed open with a bang, and then he heard Sun Zhiguo's apprentice, Sun Cheng shouting excitedly.

"It's not polite at all to make a fuss, how decent is it!"

Sun Zhiguo's thoughts just now were all interrupted by his apprentice, how could he give him a good face.

But he also knew that there must be something important about his apprentice running over to find him in such a panic.

"What's the matter? Tell me!"

Looking at the embarrassing face of his apprentice, he also knew that he had reflected on himself, so he asked him why he came.

"It's such a teacher, quickly check Weibo, Mu Han's Weibo."

As soon as the business was mentioned, Sun Chengli immediately became excited.

"Mu Han? Who is Mu Han?"

Of course Sun Zhiguo didn't know who Mu Han was.

Not to mention that these two people are completely in two industries, and Mu Han and literature have nothing to do with each other, and Sun Zhiguo is so old, how can he pay attention to him. ,

"Oh, it's a young entrepreneur, a streamer, and an e-sports player. He even won a championship in the Asian Games."

Sun Cheng suddenly revealed Mu Han's full identity.

It's just that when I hear about entrepreneurs, anchors, and e-sports players who don't know what they are?

Sun Zhiguo has no interest at all, and he doesn't want to know more about it.

But when I heard the title of Asian Games champion, I immediately became interested.

"Oh? World champion? What do you want me to see?"

Sun Zhiguo is a very patriotic person, so he also likes patriotic people.

In his eyes, no matter what kind of celebrity you are with hundreds of millions of fans, or the richest man in the country, you are not as good as a person who has contributed to the country.

And Mu Han, who won the Asian Games championship, obviously became someone who was useful to the country in Sun Zhiguo's eyes.

Sun Cheng didn't say anything, but directly took out his tablet, found Pu Bingqing's Weibo, and put the first two lines of the poem in front of his teacher.

"A ray of setting sun spreading in the water?"

"Half Jiang Sesu and half Jiang Hong!"

After reading these two sentences, Sun Zhiguo wanted to read on, but found that there was nothing there.

"What's behind here?"

Sun Zhiguo looked at his apprentice eagerly.

"Uh, no more."

Sun Cheng said with an embarrassed face.

"What? No more? How can anyone write half a poem? But it's a good poem."

Through the only two poems, Sun Zhiguo can imagine that if the latter one comes out, it will definitely be a shocking masterpiece.

(End of this chapter)