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"No, that's the end of it?"

Several researchers had stiff smiles at the corners of their mouths.

There is no pen from God to pass it on, there is no deep intention and empathy!

Today's lyrics....

Although it is a masterpiece that can be photographed in the current circulation of poetry.

But!

For Lu Li, whose poems are all handed down.

The level is more than half a point lower!

"I love it!"

Lu Shihan finally came to his senses.

She carefully picked up the rice paper and stroked it gently.

There is no precious deposit in the name of Luli.

There are no words to become famous for her to follow the history of the youth...

But it is specially made for her, and it is best for her!

"Just like it!"

Riku nodded.

Turned around and suddenly saw Xiao Xu's assistant in the corner.

The other party's small nose was already wrinkled into a bitter melon.

He smiled and said, "Gas canister!

"You're the gas jar!"

Xu Youyan was choked enough, and he didn't have a good time to reply, and there was a faint sadness flashing under his eyes, and he looked at him several times and stopped talking.

Lu

Li shook his head lightly to signal that it was okay.

In fact, he could see the worry in Assistant Xiao Xu's heart.

The joke also just diverted her attention.

Today's lyrics!

It can be said that he has the lowest "level" ever.

Just look at the reaction of others now.

"With such a big movement, I thought it would at least be handed down..." A

discordant voice sounded in the strange atmosphere of the exhibition hall.

He was the one who visited the other pavilions.

Seeing Nangong Yi's exhibition hall so onlooking, tourists stayed for a while.

But I didn't expect that the other party was just a silver gun candle head.

The voice was not deliberately lowered.

Almost the entire pavilion was heard.

"Shut up!" Before Lu left the mouth to speak, Lu Shihan looked over coldly and said sharply.

"I invited Master Lu to write poetry, and this poem was written for me!"

"In my heart, my faces are comparable to any heirloom in the world!"

The onlookers of the exhibition hall are thoughtful.

The other party's words must not be fake.

During Lu Li's writing, there were red eyes and choking.

Say she has no empathy for the word.

It is said that in her heart, this word is not comparable to other masterpieces.

It is estimated that no one will believe it!

"That's right! Support Teacher Lu Support Lu Shen! "

The inheritance seems to have hands in their mouths, not to mention that they are not weaker than their faces, and I Li Tiandi will send a million red envelopes!"

"Now middle school students also feel that it is like listening to Xian Le's ears!"

"It's not handed down, probably don't need to recite it, hee-hee..."

"The contemptible people represent thousands of student parties to thank Lu Shen for his grace of not killing!"

It's different from the quirky atmosphere of the exhibition hall.

Observing the world's live broadcast room has become a carnival of the student party.

Until Lu Li finished writing, there was no divine pen passed on.

Let the corners of their mouths instantly turn up to the sky.

Until a long time passed.

The old men who peeped at the screen and did not have young people's flexibility for electronic products, the handwritten barrage finally arrived in the live broadcast room.

Meng Jie: "This kid is finally normal once, if the pen is passed on every time, we will directly find a place to bury it!" Zheng

Xuewen: "Normal is also the peak of you and me!" Meng

Jie: "..." Hundreds

of thousands of people in the exhibition hall and the live broadcast room came back to their senses.

That seems to be the case.

Why do you have to ask others to do what you can't do!

Is it just because he is Lu Li?

Isn't this also a disguised admission of excellence.

The

first few travelers to speak were not bored.

Straight away from the corner.

"Now I feel that Lu Xiaoyou is like a person, not a demon, and he doesn't have that sense of distance from us..."

"How long have you not written poems, lyrics, or articles since Master Lu broke through the literary world like a shooting star?"

"With this kid Zhuyu in front, you wait and cherish the feathers, and also write poems and articles, and write a fart!"

The barrage continues.

These are the bigwigs who have participated in the Lushan literary event.

Every time a person appears, it scares the live broadcast room.

Usually, Lu Li writes poetry and lyrics, and no one emerges.

So much came out this time....

"So many old friends?" The two old men in the courtyard, Meng Jie and Zheng Xuewen, stared at the mobile phone and grinned.

It turns out that the old guys are secretly watching this kid.

The usual land is like a giant mountain, and they are breathless.

Today though, though....

But at least not so far away.

Right at this moment.

A barrage caught everyone's attention.

"Lu boy walked from the clouds to the ground, Lu boy is lucky!"

"You have gone from shadow to light, and it is also a blessing for the literary world!"

"The literary world is the most notable because of Lu Xiaozi's three years, but it is also the most depressed because Lu Xiaozi has been the most depressed for three years... And look at today, I still don't understand this kid's painstaking efforts? When

everyone saw this, they all thought of the elder in their hearts.

Zhongshi!

His words left most of the literary world in deep thought.

Until everyone was afraid for a while.

As Zhongshi said....

The literary world seems to be prosperous, but it is only prosperous!

Others have almost no works born, and they all praise themselves as seniors for fear of losing to their juniors, and simply do not write famous articles if they can't do them.

If you don't want to do it, how can a hundred flowers bloom?

"Even Lu Xiaozi, who has been famous since his first fame to now, doesn't care about feathers, what am I cherishing later..."

Meng Jie sighed leisurely, indeed he hadn't picked up a pen for a long time.

Even his heart was unconsciously affected by it.

Non-heirloom, no pen!

But how easy it is for them to pass on to ordinary people!

Some people are hard to touch for the rest of their lives!

"Cherish or cherish, but don't be intimidated on the article!"

Zheng Xuewen pouted and was afraid for a while, and his grandfather was also unconsciously affected by him.

It can be seen that the literary world seems to be prosperous, but it is actually stagnant....

Right at this moment.

Another light with identity authentication crossed the live broadcast room.

Xu Liang of the Chinese Teacher Academy of Literature!

Everyone's eyes were cold.

If Lu Li is a new generation of literary Tianjiao.

Then this person can definitely be regarded as the previous generation of literary Tianjiao.

Although the age is small, there are many people.

But whether it's ability, skill, or talent.

are not weaker than those literary seniors behind the mobile phone.

"All the seniors have the idea to understand..." "

Xu Liang is here to invite all the seniors!"

"How about a grand exchange event on the Internet to recreate the blooming of my literary and cultural flowers?"

Ha?

The student party who was still eating melons in the live broadcast room was stunned.

You are high, you are amazing.

You know that the exchange event is held once.

How much does it hurt our young hearts?

And many literary bigwigs are applauded.

They all shouted for the competition, so that Xu Liang could prepare the details as soon as possible.

Wen Dao's passion erupted again at this moment.

In the exhibition hall of Nangong B.

Lu Li looked at the rolling barrage with a strange expression, especially for the brain supplement of those literary bigwigs.

"I swear....

"When I wrote my face, I really didn't think about it so much!"