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Chapter 1103 Write a poem for you
Chapter 1103 Write a poem for you
After Sun Zhiguo enjoyed it for a while, he felt more and more that this poem was very interesting.

There are no so-called heavy emotions in it, and there are no so-called messy things in it.

But the only thing that makes people feel uncomfortable is why the last two sentences are gone?

"You contact this person now, I want to see him, no, after contacting, I want to see him in person."

After Sun Zhiguo thought for a while, he said so.

"I know the teacher."

After speaking, Sun Chenggong left the teacher Sun Zhiguo's office.

Because he was going down to contact Mu Han.

Mu Han is not a celebrity, and he doesn't have a manager or anything, so it is still a bit difficult to contact him.

But soon, he contacted the agent agent of the MH team, that is, on Tuesday.

At this time, Mu Han was playing with Pu Bingqing by the river.

At this time, the sun has almost all set, and a crescent moon has risen, but even so, the moon is still very bright.

And the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon.

"By the way, what's behind the poem?"

I don't know if it's Pu Bingqing's slow reaction or what. In short, it's only now that Pu Bingqing remembered that when Mu Han was composing the poem, it seemed that he only wrote the first half of the poem, right?
Then he asked Mu Han about the second half of the poem.

After hearing Pu Bingqing's words, Mu Han didn't respond immediately, but looked towards the sky.

Then I looked at the time again.

But I don't know if it's a coincidence, because today happens to be September. Of course, this is the solar calendar, and the third day of junior high school is the lunar calendar.

"Poor night on the third day of September."

"The dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow!"

Mu Han slowly recited the second half of the poem.

In fact, Mu Han was still a little embarrassed after reciting the second half of the poem.

Because although this day is the third day of September, September is the solar calendar, and the lunar calendar is only August, and the third day is the lunar calendar.

Therefore, if one follows the meticulous logic of writing poetry by the ancients, it is absolutely impossible for such a mistake to occur.

Fortunately, dew is still available in this season.

It's just that it's a bit rare in Shanghai, especially in cities, and it's basically invisible.

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

"Half Jiang Sesu and half Jiang Hong."

"Poor night on the third day of September."

"The dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow."

Pu Bingqing recited the poem written by Mu Han softly.

Sure enough, a fresh and bright feeling rose leisurely, which made Pu Bingqing, who was already in a very beautiful mood, even happier.

It's just that Mu Han didn't have such a big reaction. After all, these poems and so on are all things he learned in elementary school. Looking at it now, although he thinks it's really good, it doesn't have that much sense of surprise anymore.

"Okay, it's getting late, let's go eat something, how about a fishing boat?"

At this time, Mu Han suddenly smelled the aroma of food, and then looked at the time, and found that it was time to eat.

It just so happens that both of them are by the river now, so it's just right to eat fishing boats here.

The riverside where the two are located is not a river basin like those high-end villa areas, but a relatively civilian place.

Here, many people will come out to enjoy the cool at night, and at night, there will be many passenger ships here, which will provide dinner service.

Of course, here, you will definitely eat a lot of fresh fish.

"Uh-huh!"

When it comes to eating, Pu Bingqing is indeed a little hungry, so after hearing what Mu Han said, he nodded in agreement.

So, the two walked towards the fishing boat.

If those who are eager to let Mu Han write the second half of the poem know that what he is thinking about is where to eat, Mu Han will probably die?
Soon, Mu Han and Pu Bingqing appeared on a fishing boat.

The fishing boats here, the prices of the dishes on them are still very common, so the business is still very good.

The two sat on it and had already ordered food.

Mu Han looked around for a week and found that there were indeed not many young people here.

"If it's hot, take off the mask!"

Mu Han thought about it, and felt that no one would recognize him.

After all, most of the people who watch the live broadcast and like the game of eating chicken are probably only young people.

That's why he took off the mask.

Seeing Mu Han like this, Pu Bingqing took off the mask very simply.

After a while, all the dishes were served.

Later, the two ordered two glasses of wine brewed by the ship owner himself.

"Bingqing, are you happy today?"

Mu Han looked at Pu Bingqing's beautiful face with a smile, which was a little red because of drinking a little wine.

"Well, happy!"

Pu Bingqing nodded, and then just stared at Mu Han who was sitting in front of him.

Seeing Pu Bingqing like this, Mu Han also smiled slightly, and then gave her a bite of food.

Then he leaned against the window and looked at the sparkling water outside.

Pu Bingqing saw that Mu Han's gaze was no longer focused on him, and immediately followed him to look outside. Then, Pu Bingqing seemed to suddenly think of something, and then rolled his eyes.

In the end, Pu Bingqing got up directly and left his seat, then went to the seat next to Mu Han and sat down.

And he leaned his body against Mu Han's.

Seeing this, Mu Han didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand and hugged Pu Bingqing tightly in his arms.

Although the two did not speak, the atmosphere was simply not too good.

After drinking and eating, Mu Han and Pu Bingqing got off the boat. Of course, because the boat was moving, the location at this time was quite coincidental, and it was very close to the location of Mu Han's own home.

"Heh, we don't need to take a taxi home at all!"

Mu Han looked at a building not far away, and said with a smile.

He knew that building, it was only three or four thousand meters away from his home.

It looks a bit far, but it's a good choice for a walk after dinner.

"Ah."

Pu Bingqing was naturally more willing in his heart, you know, after returning home, Mu Han no longer belonged to him alone.

As for the journey home, Pu Bingqing hoped that it would be as long as possible.

Just like that, the two started walking towards the house hand in hand.

"Why hasn't Brother Mu Han come back?"

Tong Xiaoyou was lying on the sofa with an uncomfortable expression.

Of course, it wasn't that she was sick or anything.

Because at this time, Tong Xiaoyou's eyes drifted to the doll in the middle of the living room from time to time.

"Crack~"

"Yeah, sister, why did you hit me?"

Tong Xiaoyou looked at her sister who beat her for no reason, with a look of grievance, not knowing why.

(End of this chapter)