Chapter 221 220. Kuang Biao’s Poems
Huaiyu stood there, watching Kuang Biao fall in love with a complicated expression.
Zhou Qian came over at some point and stared at the tall and straight stems of the sunflowers and the huge disc flowers on them. He couldn't help but sigh: "This pole is so straight. "
After finishing his words, Huaiyu turned his head and put his index finger to his lips: "Shh."
Zhou Qian stared at the top of her head and found that she seemed to have grown a little taller after not seeing her for a few days.
But right now...
I only heard a pretendingly deep voice, playing a weirder and greasy aria, and began to recite a sour poem there in a cadence -
"You are the most beautiful person in the world?" North, I am in the far south."
"Pull my thoughts to the other shore thousands of miles away."
"The other shore is connected with my heart."
"In the center of the golden sunflower, there are faint fragments of our love..."
Huaiyu's face has become wrinkled like the mutated jujube that Uncle Zaozi ate, and Zhou Qian's face also looks weird.
After a moment, the two of them trembled at the same time, and then began to rub their arms quickly: "Oh my god..."
Zhou Qian even asked: "If Xiaokui really gets pregnant, After losing the fragments of love, can you still crack the melon seeds?"
Huaiyu's face became even more bleak.
But what does human joy and sorrow have to do with madness?
At this moment, it is saying affectionately: "Xiao Kui, do you like this poem? The first time I saw you, this poem naturally flowed in my empty body. It is for you This work is the embodiment of my lifelong literary talent. Are you moved?"
"Will you love me more?"
Xiao Kui did not answer.
Huai Yu and Zhou Qian couldn't listen any more. She really hated herself for going to the bamboo forest to read when she was bored! Now, looking at the large area of motionless sunflowers in front of me, it’s almost unbearable to look at it!
Zhou Qian, on the other hand, did not give up and tried to sow discord:
“Kang Biao, didn’t you say you like bright, quiet and beautiful sunflowers that can write poems? Why is it your turn to write poems now?”
“What do you know?” Kuangbiao was still immersed in his incredible literary talent. He even replied lazily at this moment: “It looks so good-looking, and its flowers are so big. It’s okay not to know how quiet and gentle it is.”
“You don’t have a partner, you don’t understand at all.”
“This is what true love is like. It looks good no matter what it looks like.”
Okay!
One sentence hurt two people.
Zhou Qian is truly single, Huaiyu is now but was blind before.
The two of them couldn't stay any longer, and the sun was getting higher and higher, so they had better go back to the house to escape the heat.
There is no fan, and the room is also filled with heat. However, the bamboo forest tunnel is still as wet as a steamer. It is probably impossible to escape the heat today. The two of them had no choice but to shake the small fans they picked up from the rag pile, and they sighed at this moment:
"The bamboo with the love brain is really scary."
Zhou Qian also said sadly: "Sunflower doesn't really want to fall in love with it, right? Kuangbiao's bamboo is a whole, which one did Sunflower choose? The biggest one?"
"It's impossible to talk about it."
Huaiyu nodded: "It's the only one that has mutated. It’s just that the pollution value is high, just like the vegetables in the garden, and there is no other consciousness.”
The two of them couldn’t help but sigh at this terrible love.
But not long after the sigh passed, Kuangbiao was suddenly heard shouting through the window:
"Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu!"
"Why not Xiaokui?" Are you talking about me? Do you think I am uneducated?” “Or is my poem too subtle?”
“When you read that poem before, I clearly understood it. I feel it’s heartbeat!”
"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu!"
Huaiyu opened the window helplessly: "Stop barking, just talk about your love in silence." It's hot, and it chirps like a cicada, which is too noisy. .
But Kuangbiao didn’t listen at all. He only knew that Xiaokui had grown up and blossomed. However, he was indifferent to his affectionate confession and even ignored him.
In the past, every time I read poetry, it would fluctuate.
So he asked again: "Xiaoyu, how about you read a poem to it again?"
"Read the one it likes the most."
Huaiyu said expressionlessly: "Don't read it."
Kang Biao said "Oh!" "I'm growing bamboo shoots! I'll grow more for you." The bamboo shoots are so plentiful and good!”
"You can give it away or sell it for money. I have been with you for so long. I am a bamboo with no merit but hard work, right?"
"Just read it over! Bring some Children’s feelings, okay?”
"Just like you usually stand next to her with a book."
Huaiyu:...
People should not bow down for five buckets of rice.
But Kuangbiao has five acres of bamboo shoots! The only fault was that it gave too much, and now she was obsessed with earning more points.
Huaiyu silently agreed, picked up the evil book "Born to the Sun" and walked slowly to the edge of the bamboo forest.
Opening the book, she saw that the beginning of the poem was still the same poem that she had already recited. At this moment, Kuang Biao's requirement of [reading with emotion] could not be fulfilled in every syllable.
However, roasted bamboo shoots from five acres of land were waiting in front of him. Huaiyu opened his mouth and his heart felt like dead water.
"Golden, solemn sunflowers..."
But, the magic is, it seems that I really only feel this poem. Or maybe Xiaokui finally felt Kuangbiao's feelings, and Huaiyu, standing next to him, seemed to actually feel the slightly excited mood!
Isn’t it? Is this okay?
With this great shock, she read aloud much louder -
"The sun casts its shining arrows onto her clear and soft flowers..."
"Ouch!" Kuang Biao suddenly shouted!
Huaiyu's poem stopped abruptly, and she raised her head: "What's wrong?"
"I don't know," Kuangbiao said aggrievedly: "Maybe he has tasted the pain of love. Well, for a moment just now, my leaves were so hot and painful.”
"But it doesn't matter to me, just read the poem! Xiaokui has been moved, and its petals have been adjusting like waves... Is it trying to find the perfect angle that can see me from the greatest angle?"
Really? Huaiyu's heart was beating fast and he didn't believe it.
But the poem in front of her was very short. After three or two sentences, she was forced to read it from the beginning again.
And when he was reading in the middle again, Zhou Qian in the room suddenly opened the back window, then squinted at the leaves at the top of the Kuangbiao bamboo shoots, frowned and said: "How come there are so many above suddenly? A lot of light spots?”
He wondered curiously: “There are no reflection points around here... Is this its new direction of mutation?”
Huaiyu also raised her head while holding the book. After taking two steps back, she succeeded in seeing the golden spots on Kuangbiao's body, which made her wonder: "Kuanbiao, do you want to gild yourself?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I saw that the golden spot on the bamboo leaf suddenly turned dark and yellow, and then quickly turned into a dark brown focus, as if it had been burned by something!
Update 2, good night.