Douyin King Superstar

The first time Old Man Zhao saw this poem, he lost sleep.

Because after many years of immersion in poetry, he has been keenly aware of the extraordinaryness in these sentences.

I really want to know what this complete version of this poem means.

But it's good that Master Zhao has a good face all his life, and at this time, it is naturally not good to pull down his face and ask Hong Wen in person.

So at this time, I want to rely on my own ability to push back.

But with his talent, how can he push the full version of the swan song of the Mid-Autumn Festival through the ages!?

It is precisely because of this that he seems to have forgotten to sleep and eat these days.

Even, for Zhao Xiaogu and other favorite granddaughters, as well as the grandson's peers, they all showed a lack of interest.

Looking at her strange situation at the moment, Zhao Xiaogu and the others naturally felt worried.

Hurriedly turned his head and asked his grandmother and mother, and said.

"Mom, what's wrong with my grandfather?

Wasn't it okay when you left before?

Why is it that now, when this time comes back, the festival has not yet passed, and it feels like a god is chattering?

Isn't there something stimulating? "

"Yes, yes, do you think the old man is evil?"

As soon as her words landed, her brother added next to her,

"What nonsense?

You are also a person who has read books, and you don't want to be embarrassed to go out and make evil remarks here?!"

Mother Zhao turned her head when she heard this, and glared at Zhao Xiaogu's younger brother angrily.

Then he turned his head and looked at Zhao Xiaogu in front of him.

He sighed again, and said helplessly.

"It's really a long story, but when it comes to it, don't you still blame that kid Hong Wen. "

"Who is to blame, Hong Wen?"

When Zhao Xiaogu heard this name, he was also stunned.

I really didn't expect that this matter would have something to do with him.

Turning his head, he naturally asked, and said.

"Ah, Mom, you can make it clear, why is this to blame Hong Wen?"

She was in a hurry, like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail.

When Mother Zhao saw this, she was stunned at first.

It was like a reaction to something.

looked at his daughter with a smile.

But he didn't say much, but spoke, and continued to add later.

Will the whole thing go into context.

They all spoke in detail to Zhao Xiaogu.

After listening to Zhao's mother's remarks, Zhao Xiaogu was naturally more and more blinded here.

I never thought that there was such a story behind this.

After listening to it, Zhao Xiaogu also felt ridiculous.

I really didn't calculate it, but behind this, there is such a story hidden.

Turning back to his senses, he said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Mom, then you can't blame Hong Wen for what you said.

Didn't my grandfather get into the horns himself?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I really don't blame Hong Wen.

Mom said this. I didn't blame her, I just took this opportunity to call her and ask.

Looking at the front part of this poem, it is inconvenient to reveal it.

Let him tell your grandfather in advance, and save him from being so entangled.

After all, he is old, so he looks like he can't sleep and eat.

Don't we feel distressed when we see it?

What do you think?"

"That's true. "

Zhao Xiaogu's side, turning his head to think about it, also followed the head.

I feel that what my mother said is not wrong.

After hesitating for a moment, he nodded with a smile, "Okay then, I'll just give him a call." "

After saying that, he turned his head and walked towards the door.

Want to make a call outside the door.

Her mother nodded at the news, but then something fluttered out.

But it was for her to stumble under her feet, and she almost fell to the ground.

"That's right, they all say that the daughter who gets married is the water that is spilled, and now that the girl is not married, how can she turn her elbow outward?"

Mom, what does this mean? When did I turn my elbow outward?

When Zhao Xiaogu heard this, he was stunned at first.

Then I couldn't help but blush a little on my face.

Unexpectedly, his mother's opinion on this matter turned out to be like this.

I also know that my mother has been somewhat misunderstood about the relationship between herself and Hong Wen recently.

But at this juncture, it's not good, say anything more.

With the idea that if you say too much, you will lose, turned around and dialed Hong Wen's phone first.

"Hey, Zhao Xiaogu?

Strange, how did you come up with the idea to call me now!?"

The phone was connected, and a lazy voice belonging to Hong Wen came from the other end of the phone.

Zhao Xiaogu listened here, and for some reason, his face turned a little redder.

Cough lightly twice and sort out your emotions.

Only then did he speak, and relayed the matter about Zhao Lao's side to Hong Wen.

When Hong Wen heard this, he felt the same as Zhao Xiaogu before, but he only felt ridiculous.

I never thought that because of my own poem, it would cause such a big trouble to Zhao Xiaogu's side.

"That's... Hong Wen, is it convenient for you to complete this poem?

You don't have to make it public, just tell me, and the old man on my side can take a look.

Don't worry, I'll pay you. "

"Remuneration?

No, you don't!

Xiao Gu, what you said is too outward.

What kind of relationship do I have with the old man, and what kind of money are we talking about at this time?

If it weren't for the old man's presence before.

I may have to close the official yamen for ten days and half a month.

Collecting money at this time, didn't you slap me in the face?

Rest assured, it's not a big deal.

I turned around and put the poem directly on the Internet.

You let the old man check it out for himself, is that okay?"

When Zhao Xiaogu heard this, his eyes lit up, and he naturally nodded and said.

"Okay, Hong Wen, then I'll take the old man and thank you. "

"You're welcome. "

......

Hong Wen smiled and hung up the phone.

After saying this, he turned his head to look out the window.

It's already the Lantern Festival.

On the road outside the car window, there is a weaving flow of people, and all kinds of relatives are reunited during the festive season.

Holding a gift of melons and fruits in his hand, his face was full of happy smiles.

Children play around them, no matter how you look at it, it is a peaceful and prosperous world of national peace and security.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Turning his head and thinking about the people who were forced to stay away from their hometowns on the Internet before, he sighed secretly.

Finally sat down at the computer desk, and with the help of memories, this poem that has been passed down through the ages began to be completed!

"When is the bright moon?

Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable.

Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world.

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. "

After writing it in one sitting, I turned my head and thought about it again.

Still behind this rather sad and emotional sentence.

added, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival". _

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