She didn’t talk and looked at me with her back. I had inserted the straw and wanted to drink it. She coughed so that I could pass her the milk. She said vaguely that she would go to the room with me. Now it’s time to copy poetry, so that I can follow her to the room.

She helped me spread the paper and then sat in the chair next to me and watched me copy poems.
I flipped through it and found Wang Wei.
Among the poets in the Tang Dynasty, I admire Du Mu the most, Li Bai the most, sympathize with Du Fu the most, but Wang Wei the most. After getting along for so long, I have long known that Shengmei loves Tang poetry very much, and she can’t cope with it casually. She will definitely ask questions from east to west than this time. Let me explain the meaning of poetry to her, which means background experience.
She should be familiar with the four poets in Li Du, so I chose Wang Wei.
But as soon as I copied a song, she leaned in to watch it.
Purple plum blossoms spread all over the country at the beginning, and the yellow bird songs are still astringent. Who breaks the young woman’s spring? love the water doesn’t see the makeup, feels ashamed, reflects the flowers, stands fragrant, fears the wind, blows away the clothes, worries about the dew, and gets wet. In the green door, the sunset car enters the tour, Yan Yi’s acacia is full of tears, and the colorful curtain recalls the long dream, and the night is even more suspicious.
She sniffed at the milk and looked curiously at the meaning of those words, which seemed beautiful and easy to read.
When I was unhappy, I said, "Shengmei, look, you’re drinking milk and reading poetry. Where are you going to get some incense? Drink up the milk and throw it away."
She stared at her eyes as if she were going to make a hair sample, but she honestly said that it was me. She turned around and muttered that Mr. Fish didn’t have to be so great.
I was greatly pleased to see her getting serious, so I explained that in the spring, when the poet was traveling, he found a girl playing in the suburbs.
She listened intently and nodded and said it was okay.
I talked nonsense that the beauty was fragrant in the wind, and the skirt was wet with dew. The poet was homesick. Every day, he dreamed of the beauty, Yang Liuzhi, slapping him. Finally, the poet lamented that when can the beauty roll in the grass?
She turned to read it carefully for a few times, and then knocked on my head for a few times. What an unhealthy person and a beautiful feeling were you saying, Mr. Fish, you really didn’t ask.
After she threatened me, I had to cheer up and explain it to her word by word. Later, she didn’t want me to copy poems, so she dragged me to sit on the floor and listen to me tell her the story of Wang Wei.
One speaks with great interest, and the other listens with relish and asks two people from time to time. The more they talk, the happier they are. She tells me that her family loves Tang poetry very much. Every New Year’s Eve, the elders recite Tang poetry to the younger generation. She also says that I didn’t expect Mr. Xiaoyu to be an expert.
At the end of the chat, she smiles from time to time, and even every wrinkle in her clothes is quick. She doesn’t look like a mall girl at all, but rather like a high school girl, which is simple and lovely.
Looking at her happy, I can’t help but say, miss Shengmei, I miss you.
She looked at me stupidly for about five seconds or two, and then she bowed her head and whispered that this kind of thing needs to be friends first, and then the opinions of the elders are also very important. Where have I been? Well, Mr. Fish, our vibrating Mr. Wang Wei is really an elegant person. What do you say, Mr. Fish? Come on, come on.
My courage disappeared as soon as she was in emotional contagion, and she said yes, Wang Bo and Wang Huan, many poets named Wang Da, seem to be hungry. I’ll cook noodles.
With that, I ran away from the room.
Chapter 31 Idol dusk
I stumbled into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of cold water before I calmed down.
When I was ready to shake up and cook noodles, the words rang
who
Fish music is me. Xiao Qi said he wanted you and your wife to eat.
I quickly said it wasn’t my wife. Don’t talk nonsense. We are so hungry that we haven’t eaten yet. What should we do at that store?
Can said that business is good these days. I called two people from the village to help me. Now I’m in charge of running Buji to get the goods, so I don’t even have time to look at the shop.
After I came back from Buji, I told Chan about the purchase of oil painting wholesale market there. I’m not surprised to hear that.
Shengmei heard the noise and went into the kitchen.
To tell you the truth, she has a bad habit of always listening to my words. After Ye Ye’s words, Shengmei will look at me with eyes on me every time she answers the phone. Once she sees that I look wrong, she will be close to the microphone and know what she is talking about.
I told Can where are you going to eat or banana leaves? It’s very cheap, and it costs ninety yuan to eat.
When you hear my words, Shengmei will immediately express her opinion. Don’t go there. It tastes terrible. It’s a road dish, and the workmanship is poor. Mr. Xiaoyu, please discuss it.