novelraw Chapter 176: Come and play for the scumbag
Chapter 176: Come and play for the scumbag
Seeing that even Luo Lin, who was self-contained, was looking at herself, Ye Chunhua had to read: "This poem is called "The Country of Thinking of Emperors". On a spring trip, the apricot blossoms are full of heads. Whose family is young and romantic. If you marry yourself, you will rest your whole life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed."
Luo Feng clapped his hands and exclaimed: "It's true and wonderful! It's hard to come up with a great poem in ten years! Father, Sister Chunhua said it is true, the master is out of the people!"
Luo Lin muttered, "Sidi Township... is indeed wonderful. This storyteller, can Hua'er introduce him to his father?"
"Mr. Storyteller Shenlong can't find him if he sees the first and the last, and his daughter can't find him. Moreover, his old man said that good sentences are made by nature, and they are skillful occasionally. Writing poetry is nothing. Even if he really finds him, he is unwilling to find him. Passing on the world, let alone being an official."
As soon as these words came out, Luo Lin and Luo Feng, father and son, were shocked to the extent that their jaws were about to fall.
Ye Chunhua said strangely: "Brother, what are you doing in a daze? I want to recite the poem by Mr. Storyteller, which is just right on the screen. Write it down quickly and let my father read it first."
Luo Feng then came to his senses from the shock: "Father, a good sentence is born by nature, and you can get it by hand. This casual word is afraid that it will be famous forever!"
Luo Lin nodded, his expression awe-inspiring.
Ye Chunhua blinked her eyes: Fortunately, apart from practicing assassination and killing in her previous life, her only interest was reading free books.
Luo Yun still laughed at her at the time. It was in the 5G era. Why couldn't she think about it so much, go and see those things. Doesn't he enjoy short videos and TV series?
Presumably, if Luo Yun had to know this at this time, his intestines would be regretful-he only memorized one song, and the scumbag called himself "flower".
Seeing Luo Feng holding the pen, Ye Chunhua said: "The chaos in the monk's house is wet with tea and smoke, and the wine is weak in the dense sacred house. The fisherman came home in the evening when he came to the painting place."
"Good poem!" Luo Feng shouted loudly.
"Poetry is a good poem, and it fits perfectly with the scene in the painting. But there is always something missing in this poem!" Luo Linnong frowned.
Luo Feng meditated, but he didn't stop his hands, and he wrote down in a whirlwind.
After he finished writing, he looked at the ink on the paper, and he also realized: "It is indeed a good poem. It is flat and precise, and the confrontation is neat. But there is no separation of human beings, no clear emotions, and lack of artistic conception. Sure enough, a wonderful poem is. Occasionally. The old gentleman is not humble."
Ye Chunhua is funny: "I recite it blindly. This poem is not counted, this is his scrap manuscript. Brother write it quickly, this time it's true."
"Sister is really naughty." Luo Feng shrugged helplessly.
Luo Lin was stunned when she saw it--the woman in Tsing Yi who was dreaming in her mind, her eyes flowed with a frown and a smile, and it coincided with Ye Chunhua's appearance.
Ye Chunhua didn't notice Luo Lin's trance this time, so she carried: "Thousands of mountains and birds flew extinct, and thousands of people were wiped out. Lonely boat, Liao Li Weng, alone fishing in Hanjiang snow."
Luo Feng's hand had a pause.
Luo Lin was also awakened from the memory: "With a few words and a few words, he was awakened by a stern and cold lyrical atmosphere. The brushstrokes reach the sky and the earth, the height and the peak, the river and the river, within a short distance, covering Miles."
Luo Feng sighed: "This poem complements the master's paintings."
Luo Lin nodded.
However, Luo Lin instantly reacted: "Master's paintings can't be hung in the hall!"
"Why? Master's paintings are like his own, noble and arrogant. This painting is the best of the world!"
Luo Linming's maid exited the hall, walked quickly to the screen frame, and reached out to caress.
The wooden frame on that rack turned into powder and moved away with the wind.
This time it was Ye Chunhua's turn to be shocked: she had never seen the arm strength of Sheng Yuqing who made Yun Xiaoyao sigh that he could throw him down the cliff at a young age, but she often fought against the warm spring who had practiced internal skills since childhood. Knowing the terrible internal strength of the Guwu era, even the fourteen-year-old Nuanchun could easily lift five or six hundred catties of big rocks!
But she couldn't think of how someone could grasp this kind of overbearing strength to such an extent.
Easily turn wood into powder without damaging the paper attached to the wooden frame!
"Daddy, your martial arts are so amazing!" Ye Chunhua sighed dumbfounded.
When Luo Feng saw Luo Lin quickly take out the paper from the screen and entangle it in his arms, he glanced at Ye Chunhua: "What does my sister think that her father is waiting in white clothes?"
Ye Chunhua sticks out her tongue and secretly said: It seems that Yun Xiaoyao and her husband are still suffering from their age. Otherwise, beating her would not be the same as playing?
When they are older and more skilled, they can no longer fight with them.
I was thinking about it, but saw Luo Feng chasing after Luo and asked: "Father, the son is dull, I really don't understand the meaning of this poetry and painting."
"It's okay if you don't understand." Luo Lin patted Luo Lin's immature shoulder, then turned to look at Ye Chunhua, with a cold voice: "Is this poem made by the storyteller? Or Du Ruhui?"
Ye Chunhua raised her head and said, "Who made it, and what's the difference? Master's painting, when it falls in the eyes of others, it has the same meaning as poetry!"
Luo Lin frowned, condescendingly, staring straight at Ye Chunhua.
This kind of majestic aura once made Luo Feng feel untenable.
He pulled Ye Chunhua a few times, but Ye Chunhua did not respond, so she had to kneel down first: "Father, my sister is young and ignorant. I also said before that you can't be angry with her."
Luo Lin glanced at Luo Feng.
Luo Feng lowered his head: "I don't understand the profound meaning of poetry and painting, but I know that my father always speaks for words."
Huh, what counts?
Ye Chunhua really wanted to laugh: When did the scumbag ever speak?
But today, the scumbag doesn't blame himself for being.
Ye Chunhua turned to Luo Linfu and said, "Daddy, I have never met Du Ruhui. My sister-in-law Bai's taught me and I stayed in her room for a few days. Du Ruosheng, the youngest member of the Du family, has a deep friendship with me. If you don’t believe me, you can look it up. This poem was originally a joke between me and my brother. You can listen to it. I am a weak woman who worshipped the world with the sixth prince. How can you doubt that I have no ministers heart of?"
Luo Feng only reacted at this time, that painting, that poem, the chief mate left blank, quiet and lonely, they are writing about the harsh and compelling environment of the world, the politics are harsh, and the depression, anger, and coldness of not joining the world!
Normally Luo Feng never dared to contradict his father, but now he couldn't help but agree: "If you really want to question the emperor, it should be the hidden masters such as the storyteller and the master. Such masters, the emperor please also If you don't come, they are not guilty, so why is my sister guilty?
Luo Lin shouted angrily: "You two, really good children of mine! How dare you be so rebellious!"
"It's really Mr. Daddy's anger. My brother just argued for me." Ye Chunhua knelt down, raised her crying face, grieved but stubborn: "When the painting is finished, it will be done. As long as Daddy is fine, everything will be fine. If you punish you, just punish me alone."