Dragon Blood War God Returns

A small thing happened recently in the underground Jianghu of Jiangbei City, but it made the whole underground Jianghu of Jiangbei enjoy talking about it.

The weasel, the biggest brother in Jiangbei underground Jianghu, is depressed.

"Lao Huang, what's the matter? Why don't you arrange it for you tonight?"

Guo Ruihua came to the weasel's villa with a fruit basket. He saw the weasel sitting on a Wisteria chair in the yard, looking up at the sky 45 degrees. His expression was full of loneliness.

"You don't understand."

The lush grass on the plains shook his head gently. His eyes were full of stories and vicissitudes. "Who knows the dish from Chinese grass?"

Guo Ruihua instantly felt an invisible sadness. It seems that Lao Huang is really depressed this time.

"Ah, Lao Huang... Ah, no!"

In one year, withers and thrives once each other lush grass on the plains, Guo Ruihua suddenly responded.

The weasel swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "the focus is on the latter sentence, and distinguish the primary and secondary."

Guo Ruihua was confused. "Who knows about Chinese food? Lao Huang, are you short of money recently? If it's inconvenient, I can still turn around some small money here."

"Hehe, do you think my brother Huang is short of money?"

The weasel disdained to smile, "besides, will I be sad for these external things?"

"Lao Huang, are you..."

Guo Ruihua rubbed his head suspiciously.

To say his fate with the weasel, we have to start with a wine bar after the last opening ceremony concert.

Guo Ruihua plays with new media. He has a lot of online celebrities and all kinds of little star resources. This is the favorite thing of weasel.

The weasel is the second to none in Jiangbei underground Jianghu. Guo Ruihua also needs the influence of the weasel on the road.

They get what they need, and then they naturally hit it off. They often drink together when they have nothing to do. After a long time, they become good friends.

So when Guo Ruihua heard that the weasel had depression, he bought fruit for the first time and visited in person.

In Guo Ruihua's opinion, the weasel has a lively mind and attaches great importance to righteousness. It is a friend who can make friends for a long time.

The only thing that bothers Guo Ruihua is that they often have obstacles in communication. Weasels always pop up a few inexplicable words from time to time.

What is the lush grass on the plains?

The weasel nodded slightly, slowly opened his mouth and explained, "who knows, Chinese food is a famous work written by the ancient poet Li Bai."

"He borrowed the dish as a metaphor for his heart."

"Think about it. The plate is round. What is it like? It's like a bright moon in the sky."

"The bright moon represents missing and mood, so Li Bai skillfully combined the two, leaving this good poem that has been handed down for thousands of years."

"Who knows what Chinese food means, that is, the moon doesn't understand my heart."

"Hey, I wish I hadn't been born at the same time as brother Li Bai. Otherwise, he and I would drink and fight poetry every day."

"But it's estimated that I have to be drunk by him every time, because judging from the poems left by brother Li Bai, his poetic level should still be above me."

Guo Ruihua stayed where he was, feeling the buzz in his mind, and countless small question marks jumping around in his mind.

Who knows, is this poem written by Li Bai?

Doesn't this poem make people cherish food?

How can it become a metaphor for the moon to repose emotion?

In addition, the weasel said that Li Bai's level of poetry is still above him. This sentence sounds awkward, but it seems that he can't find anything wrong.

Because Li Bai's poetry writing level must be above him, ah, but if this is expressed in this way, there is always something wrong.

"Lao Huang, I don't have your culture. I don't understand these winding things."

Guo Ruihua shook his head and forced his thoughts back to reality, "but I think there are no obstacles in the world."

"If you have any difficulties, you can tell. Three cobblers can top Zhuge Liang."

"If the big guys discuss it, they don't believe that there is nothing that can't be solved."

In the face of Guo Ruihua's enlightenment, the weasel smiled bitterly and shook his head gently. "Those who know me ask my worries, and those who don't know me ask me what I want."

Guo Ruihua looked confused again.

Why do these two sentences sound so familiar?

"Lao Huang, you're wrong."

Guo Ruihua scratched his head and said, "it should be that those who know me call me worried, and those who don't know me call me what I want, right?"

The weasel gently pulled his thigh with his fingers, looked at Guo Ruihua with disgust on his face and said, "why do you always stick to form?"

"These two poems express a kind of emotion. You can distinguish the primary and secondary. The important thing is to experience the emotion, not compete with the words on the surface."

"OK, what you say is what you say. Don't pull this, OK."

Guo Ruihua wanted to slap his big ears and scolded himself why he had to take this.

"Since you don't say, I won't ask."

Guo Ruihua sighed, "anyway, I'll just say a word. If you need my place, you can speak at any time."

"Hehe, you really can't help me with this."

The weasel stood up, went to a camellia, put his hands on his back, stood with his hands on his back, and sighed, "it doesn't hurt to tell you. Do you know why I'm depressed? I'm because of love."

"Ah?"

Guo Ruihua was stunned again. "Love? Are you in love? Who?"

The weasel shook his head gently. "I was depressed because I didn't talk."

Guo Ruihua patted his head, "Hey, I thought something was wrong. I just didn't get a girl?"

"Which girl is it? You tell me, brother, I'll help you with a wave of assists. I don't believe it. With Lao Huang's status, you can still have uncertain girls?"

The weasel smiled lightly, "do you think I will fall in love with a mediocre fat and vulgar powder who covets my status?"

"The woman I can fall in love with is naturally a different mortal fairy."

Guo Ruihua became more and more interested. "Oh, tell me which girl it is. I also want to know what the earthly fairy looks like."

A touch of tenderness flashed in the eyes of the weasel, and a happy smile was aroused in the corners of his mouth. His words were sweet and a little shy, "my fairy on earth is Xia Wanxin......"

"Lying trough!"

Guo Ruihua broke out in a cold sweat, "Lao Huang, your uncle, brother Ye's daughter-in-law, notice that you dare to fight. Lie in the slot. You fucking get rid of this idea. If brother Ye knows..."

"You're in a hurry!"

The weasel glared at Guo Ruihua and then said, "I'm talking about chiba'er, Miss Xia Wanxin's assistant."

"Wipe, you scared the hell out of me."

Guo Ruihua breathed a sigh of relief. Xia Wan's heart is the inverse scale of Ye Wuji. If the weasel really dares to make an idea, it must be torn to pieces by Ye Wuji.