Pippi God of Longing for Life

　　There is nothing wrong with liking one person, and there is nothing wrong with liking a group of people.

　　Even Einstein said that people are afraid of love because it is the only energy in the universe that human beings cannot yet harness at will.

　　Forget it.

　　He Li got up, rubbed his cheeks, and prepared to take a bath.

　　Compared with this sentence, he prefers another sentence.

　　Life is too short, don't be merciless.

　　Tong Liya sat beside the bed in a daze. She slept too much during the day and couldn't sleep at night.

　　She had a secret that happened not long ago, and she didn't know who to ask to tell it. In the afternoon dream, she dreamed of He Li.

　　In the dream, the two of them were walking hand in hand by the river. When they were talking and laughing, they turned their heads and saw Fat Di.

　　Tong Liya woke up with a start, and broke out in cold sweat on her forehead, like falling into an ice cave.

　　When lying back on the bed, she said to herself, spend the last two days and one night well, and then...

　　There is no need for then.

　　At the same time, two people, one upstairs and one downstairs, were thinking the same thing.

　　As for whether the same result was obtained, there is no way to ask.

　　It's dark, it's dawn.

　　The mushroom house has ushered in a new day. This is also the last half day of the fifth group of guests. After the broadcast, everyone has eaten together at noon, and it can be broadcast.

　　He Jiong, as always, got up very early, and when he came to the yard, he found that someone was already in the yard.

　　But he's here, going in circles.

　　A leather boss chair the size of a cow is turning around in the yard of the farmhouse scenery.

　　He Jiong sighed, knowing who it was without looking.

　　"He Li! You turned my eyes away 々｀!"

　　The boss chair stopped, facing the door, He Li smiled and said, "Oh, Brother Jiong, good morning! Would you like to try my leather boss chair? It's really exciting!"

　　He Jiong waved his hand and said, "This kind of strange feeling, please don't give me Amway."

　　Pharaoh Nima actually bought a chair for this second-hand product. Isn't this style of painting completely discordant?

　　When he looked over, Wang Yuzheng spread his hands helplessly, what can I do?I don't want to either!

　　After the goods were unpacked half an hour ago and assembled quickly, they were transferred to the present in the yard.

　　Who to talk to?

　　The audience on the barrage was speechless. They came in to watch the show early in the morning, but were turned dizzy.

　　He Li said, "Oh yes, I made breakfast, warm it in the pot, go eat it."

　　"You've eaten yet?"

　　"Eat, I got up early."

　　While He Jiong was eating breakfast, the others also woke up one after another, and were not surprised by He Li.

　　Tong Liya looked at him and couldn't help laughing. Men are all immature children. Is this sentence true?

　　It's just that your hobby is a little weird.

　　Huang Lei said, "When did this unlucky child get up?"

　　He Jiong said: "You want to ask him how long he has been playing, right? I don't know, anyway, I'm almost finished with this bowl of noodles, and he hasn't stopped yet, or I don't understand, a chair is so fun ?"

　　Dahua suddenly said: "I think it looks very good. After eating, I have to go to Master to pick it up and play."

　　But Dahua had no chance. When they all finished breakfast, Dai Nongbo arrived.

　　The acting president didn't come alone. With three middle-aged people behind him, he walked to the door of the courtyard and knocked gently on the door.

　　"Come on!"

　　After finishing the attire, the acting president was ready to say hello, and the door opened.

　　He was bewildered.

　　The person lying on the one-high leather boss chair asked, "Hello, who are you?"

　　Is this the new type of hospitality?

　　Dai Nongbo twitched the corner of his eyes, he knew this person: "You are classmate He Li, I am the vice president of the Huaxia Poetry Society, Dai Nongbo. Behind us are our members, Zhou Ming, Deng Song, Cai Yuren. nice to meet you."

　　He Li stood up from the chair and said, "Don't be too happy, come in."

　　The four of them are all fascinated, so don't be too happy, what does it mean?

　　The second old Mushroom came over with the others, and Huang Lei said with a smile, "Is that the acting president? Hello, I'm Huang Lei."

　　He Jiong said, "Come in quickly."

　　Dai Nongbo nodded slightly and followed them to sit under the pergola.

　　He Li asked, "Is there anything the acting president is looking for from me?"

　　Zhou Ming glanced at it and said instead: "Our Poetry Society intends to recruit He Li to join the club, we only need to meet a few requirements."

　　He Li raised his brows and said, "What requirements?"

　　Zhou Mingdao: "He Li has a talent and should use his energy where it should be used. Why don't you go back to study with us for further study?"

　　It's interesting to say that, obviously you want to bring me in, but you asked me first.

　　He Li laughed in his heart when he heard this (is it okay), he is not stupid, what to use his energy where it should be used, at first glance, he is pointing at Sang and scolding Kui, but there is no expression on the face of Er Lao Mushroom. Yet?

　　However, he felt that they were guests after all, so the atmosphere should not be made too embarrassing, so he thought about it and said euphemistically, "No."

　　Well, he felt very polite.

　　puff.

　　Tong Liya couldn't help laughing at the side. Sure enough, no matter who the person is when they meet him, it won't be much better.

　　Dai Nongbo frowned and said, "Are you willing to kill your ambition in the entertainment industry and not want to pursue further studies in the direction of poetry?"

　　Huang Lei opened his mouth: "Deputy President, I have to remind you that it is live broadcast now, pay attention to your wording."

　　Wang Yuzheng's face also sank, is this old boy here to find fault?

　　Are you talking about people?

　　Dai Nongbo said lightly: "I don't think my wording is incorrect."

Chapter 143: Acting President, You Are! (4 more)

　　The audience was a little blown away, what happened to this man?

　　Did you run over early in the morning to give everyone eye drops?

　　Regarding the high status of poets, some people agree and others disagree, and the common people may not necessarily like someone with a higher status than them.

　　But this thing is like a lot of traffic stars who don't like it, but it doesn't affect their money making.

　　After all, capital controls everything.

　　This is also the reason why Dai Nongbo has no fear. For him, is the opinion of the people at the bottom important?

　　As long as there are those bastards in the upper class holding it, isn't it enough?

　　A leaf blinds his eyes, let him stone Lezhi.

　　"Where did this president come from, is it so rude to speak?"

　　"Who will explain, am I looking at the life I yearn for? Who are these old bastards?"

　　"I just checked, Dai Nongbo, yes..."

　　"So what? I don't think the poems he wrote are as good as He Li. What a clove of garlic!"

　　"He Daxian, hurry up, it's time for you to take action!"

　　Even He Jiong, who has always been good-natured, is a little uncomfortable. Is it poisonous? This person, who has no injustice and no hatred with you, came here to find everyone happy?

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　　Seeing He Jiong want to speak, He Li stopped him with a smile, and said, "Does the acting president think the poet is more advanced?"

　　Dai Nongbo said lightly: "It's not that the poet is not high-level, but that the poet should abide by his own style. With all due respect, classmate He Li, I'm a little disappointed to see you today, and there are only eight words for your evaluation. "

　　He Li was still smiling, and said, "What eight words do you dare to ask?"

　　Dai Nongbo stood up, paced into the yard with his hands on his back, pointed at Jiangshan and said, "Poetic talent is acceptable. Demeanor is not good."

　　The faces of everyone in the mushroom house were darkened, especially Tong Liya. She didn't know why she was very upset when she saw others say He Li like that.

　　When he was angry, he wanted to speak out, but the man with quick eyes and quick hands grabbed his jade hand, squeezed it lightly, and took the lead.

　　He Li asked humbly, "I wonder if the president of that generation can explain to me what the definition of a poet's style should be?"

　　There was finally a smile on Dai Nongbo's face. The reason why he rushed to the magic show to find Wang Shilong and here to find He Li was another thing.

　　When He Li was lecturing that day, he once wrote a song 'Wine and Luminous Cup', (bjbd) Coincidentally, that day they learned to collect poems on the subject of the battlefield.

　　The poem written by Dai Nongbo is the highest rated one and has received countless compliments.But when the video came out the next day, the internal wind direction of the society changed.

　　Everyone is not a person without the ability to appreciate. In comparison, He Li's poems are in the clouds, and he is on the top of the mountain.

　　It's not that it's bad, it's that it can't be compared.

　　So Dai Nongbo thought of a crooked idea. If he introduced He Li into the society, he would be considered a student. No matter how good the student was, it would not affect his status.

　　Seeing that this kid was finally on the road, Dai Nongbo was very relieved, nodded and said, "Then I'll tell you what the poet's style should be like, for example—"

　　He Li heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, his mind moved, and he was waiting for you here.

　　'cloth! ~! '

　　A loud fart of nine rounds of reincarnation echoed in the mushroom house, making everyone stunned.

　　What the fuck?

　　what happened? !