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Chapter 52 How can my love be measured by money!

"Hohohoho, isn't this my little boy Zhou Dashao?" Since the mysterious disappearance of the Kaipiao Party not long ago, the business of Baihualou has gradually returned to normal. The happy life with a crooked smile, the whole person is radiant, as if a flower can bloom on the face.

"Yeah, a good dog doesn't get in the way, we still have to pay the fairy good-bye, you can go away."

Mother Sang is obviously well aware of the powerful attributes of Mr. Zhou's map cannon, and instead of taking it to heart, she enthusiastically beckoned, "Master Zhou, won't you go upstairs and sit down? What a noble status you are, why do you need to be crowded with those poor people?" , as long as you say a word, I will find you Peony, hehe, if you are willing to pay a large sum of money at that time, it is possible to get closer." Speaking of this, Mama Sang showed a look on her face that you know expression.

"Ah? Do you mean that the fairy is willing to play beast chess with me?" Young Master Zhou asked excitedly.

Escort Zhang covered his face, and whispered, "Uh, I don't think that's what she meant."

Mom Sang was also dumbfounded by this guy's elegant thinking, but she didn't react too slowly, and smiled awkwardly, "Of course you can also play Beast Chess, as long as the price is up to Zhou Dashao, you can play something more exciting."

"For example?" Mr. Zhou asked shamelessly.

"For example... root bath or something." The old | bustard gritted his teeth and went all out.

puff!The otaku almost spat out a mouthful of blood, big sister, don't you want to be so unrestrained, what a shame!Pay attention to the shame, the government is cracking down recently.

However, to everyone's surprise, Mr. Zhou rejected her without even thinking about it, "No, the love between me and Fairy Peony is pure, and it is beyond the comprehension of you worldly people. Sour our relationship, I warn you, don't think of me as those mortals who only use money to measure everything!"

After Mr. Zhou finished his sonorous words, everyone present fell into deep silence.

Zhang Biaotou seemed to have seen the shocking scene of the grandmother selling tea eggs assembling the atomic bomb with bare hands (hey, this stalk has already been used!)... The sharp contrast made his mind blurred.

Why do I always feel that this guy just doesn't understand the exact meaning of root bath?Escort Zhang followed behind Mr. Zhou who held his head up and chest out, and couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

Mr. Zhou didn't know which string was wrong, and wanted to talk about an otherworldly love, but he didn't spend a penny, he didn't even enter the gate of Baihualou, and walked into an alley next to Baihualou.

The alley is not big, only one or two feet wide, but it is full of people, and they all look unpleasant to each other, but there are old and young, fat and thin (Damn, don't use idioms indiscriminately, Are you describing the braised pork), but they are all men, gearing up there.Seeing that Mr. Zhou is also familiar with the road, he took out the folding fan, waved it handsomely, and unfolded it (it’s winter, this is too pretentious), and there are four big characters on it-Merry Talent, showing his big yellow teeth and smiling slightly, " Who will come first today?"

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, a skinny buddy squeezed out from the gap, "Haha, I'm not going to welcome that brother, I was inspired yesterday when I was going to the toilet, I got a good chance In this sentence, I will use a poem of Qijue to give you a head start."

After finishing speaking, he walked to an open space, looked affectionately at a window of Baihua Building not far away, and said no more, "Looking horizontally, it looks like mountains and peaks, and the distance and height are different. I don't know the fairy's true face." , only because we are in the wind and dust."

As soon as the words fell, everyone exclaimed, "It really is a good poem!"

"Brother Su has a good literary talent, he is really the reincarnation of Wenquxing."

"Brother Dongpo, I can't stop admiring you. Your majestic and heroic appearance is like the king of gods who opened BKB~"

"As soon as this poem comes out, who dares to be the seven masters!"

"I don't know if this poem has a name?"

"Title of the latrine." Brother Ma Gan'er said triumphantly.

"Good poem, good name!" All kinds of praise words are endless.

Even Mr. Zhou, who has always been domineering and cool, nodded secretly, and commented, "This bastard surnamed Su is still a little bit awkward. You can see that the first two sentences of his article are clearly describing the pile of poop in the toilet pool. Viewed horizontally as ridges and sideways as peaks, the distances and heights are different. It is obviously not a day's work to describe the various types of poop so vividly. This guy seems to be a ruthless person. I don't know how long he has been observing in the toilet To write such a famous sentence through the ages, the last two sentences are even more terrible. I don’t know the true face of the fairy, but because I am in the dust. As soon as the pen is turned, it transitions from poop to fairy, expressing the fairy’s thoughts in one sentence, a woman in the dust It’s hard to show your true face to others on weekdays, and this must be a pity in the fairy’s heart, and it was hit by this guy’s words, well, this guy is indeed the backbone of our Peony support team, and this poem is enough to be famous forever.”

Pfft~ Escort Zhang almost sprayed salt soda on his face, what the hell are you guys playing, and there are support groups, and besides, I always feel that there is something strange about this question.

However, before he could express his opinion, the second contestant could not wait to appear on the stage. This four-eyed boy was even more exaggerated, and there was a small symphony orchestra behind him-an old man who played the erhu and his friend who played the flute. Yanzai bowed deeply to the upstairs window, "This time I recite a poem to the soundtrack in the new album of the puppet brought by the fairy - "Farewell to Baihualou". Please enjoy it. In addition, I also I want to say to other contestants - the fairy is mine, you all go to hell!!! Thank you, that's all I have to say, music!"

The old erhu man and his friend played a soothing little song very well.

In the sound of erhu and flute, Siyanzi recited affectionately:

Gently I leave/Just as I gently came/I gently waved/Farewell to the lady upstairs/Mama Sang at the gate/Is everyone's mother/The powder on the old face/Rangling in my heart/ The tortoise worker at the top of the stairs/Laughing obscenely outside the door/In the arms of the girls/I would rather be a dead ghost/Those hot red lips/It’s not breakfast intestines/It’s the Sahara in September/…/Secretly I'm leaving / Just as I came quietly / I waved my sleeves / Without taking a piece or two of silver.

There was prolonged applause on the field, and some people even burst into tears, crying on the spot.

"It turns out that poems can be written in this way. Why didn't I think of it before."

"Brother Zhimo opened the first generation of vernacular poems in the history of literature. This "Farewell to Baihualou" is elegant in writing and gorgeous in rhetoric. What's more commendable is that it reflects the feeling of reluctance and melancholy after I wait for the client to go out. The soundtrack is just right, so we can only look up."

"I can't help but want to order 32 likes for Grandma."

Even the arrogant Mr. Zhou couldn't help frowning slightly at this time, and put away his previous contempt, "It seems that today's ideas are very tricky, even Su Dongpo, who is known as the braised pork in the poem, and the Little King of England Xu Zhimo is here, so it’s going to be difficult, Dahei, what kind of epic poem do you think I will recite later to overwhelm them?”

"Huh?" The otaku was being overwhelmed by the song "Farewell to Baihualou" just now, and his mind was blurred. Sure enough, things gather together and people are divided into groups. The peony support group that Mr. Zhou joined is really amazing. After losing his morals, he looked at the people around him shaking their heads and shaking their heads, obviously looking immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves. Zhang Dabao had a feeling of "the world is developing too fast, and I can no longer keep up with the beat".

　Hoho, today's second update~ Tomorrow will be on the list

　　
　
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