rebirth of cataclysm

"Wang Ting, let me see, it's too obvious that you deliberately let things go. Relatives, friends and sisters wanted to test him, but you arranged for Hu Mingchen to go to the other side's camp to protect a man to this extent. Sister, I am really

I despise you." Leng Yanqiu saw that the wedding team had broken through two barriers so easily, so she criticized Wang Ting.

"How could this be me? I'm not the kind of person who protects men. You are unjustly accused to death." Wang Ting cried out.

"Don't come here, I still don't know who you are? That Hu Mingchen is really the same, his elbows are turned outward, and he doesn't know who is kissing and who is not." After criticizing Wang Ting, Leng Yanqiu complained about Hu Mingchen again.

"He is the best man invited by Zhou Ren. Of course he wants to pursue his own political affairs in his position. I can't blame him. If I want to blame him, I can only blame the lax checkpoints set up." Wang Ting defended Hu Mingchen again.

"You have a traitor like this who crawls in and out, and it won't work at a strict checkpoint. Hey, if you don't give him a good test, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to survive in the future?"

"He dares. If he dares to mess around, I can pinch him by myself. Besides, Zhou Ren is not that kind of person. Don't complain. There is still a checkpoint. Why don't you hurry up and check it yourself?

? To avoid being wronged again after being breached." Wang Ting raised her fist and said.

When it comes to the use of force, Zhou Ren may not be Wang Ting's opponent. She always wants to be a criminal police officer and has never forgotten to exercise.

"Hey, if you don't tell me, I have to go quickly. I'm really worried about them." After saying that, Leng Yanqiu hurriedly left Wang Ting and ran to the gate to guard her.

If the first two levels require moving your hands and mouth, then this level requires moving your heart.

Like other places, to pass this level, the first step is to get red envelopes.

When he was in Zhennan, Zhou Ren prepared eighty-eight red envelopes, large and small.

However, I stuffed dozens of small red envelopes and six or seven big red envelopes, but I still couldn't get through the bunch of gatekeepers.

"Zhou Ren, you had it too easy in the first two levels. I didn't see your sincerity at all. Do you think it's enough to compete for a few red envelopes here? It's not that easy. You have to show your sincerity to Wang Ting.

You have to show your affection well. Otherwise, you will go back home, and we, Wang Ting, will find someone else." After Leng Yanqiu distributed the three more red envelopes she had stuffed in to several children, she said loudly to the door.

"Yanqiu, I am very sincere. You can tell me how you want to show it. But why don't you open the door first?" Zhou Ren said outside the door.

"You have a beautiful idea. If you open the door, you will still act like a ghost. Hurry up and sing a love song first. The sound should be loud so that everyone can hear it. Let's say it first. If we listen through the door,

If you don’t see her, it doesn’t count.” Leng Yanqiu joked.

Zhou Ren was a little embarrassed to sing love songs in public. The key was that he rarely did this kind of activities.

"Zhou Ren, just hurry up and sing. No one can help you with this matter. It's just singing, so it's not that difficult." One of Zhou Ren's colleagues joked with a smile.

"But the problem is that I can't sing, and I don't know which love songs are." Zhou Ren scratched his head and said.

""The Husband and Wife Return the Home", that's what I sang."

"Aren't you kidding? He can't even sing, so why do you expect him to sing Huangmei Opera? Zhou Ren, just sing "Single Love Song"."

"You are even more nonsense. He is no longer single, but has a wife. What kind of single love song should he sing? Zhou Ren, just sing whatever you know how to sing, as long as it's more auspicious."

Zhou Ren thought for a moment, opened his mouth and sang: "Two tigers, two tigers, run fast, run fast, one has no tail..."

As soon as Zhou Ren sang this song, everyone inside and outside the door burst into laughter.

"Zhou Ren, what do you mean, are you comparing our Wang Ting to a tiger? A tigress? Besides, where did those two come from? Do you have second thoughts now?" When Zhou Ren reluctantly finished singing, Leng Yanqiu

He held back his laughter.

"How dare I? It's true that I don't know many songs. She is a tiger, and I don't dare to be a tiger."

"It doesn't work anyway, it has to be a love song. If it's a love song, you have to sing "Conquer"." A girl next to Leng Yanqiu followed.

Zhou Ren racked his brains for a long time before singing "Evening on the Suburbs of Moscow". As for "Conquer", he couldn't sing it.

"Which one of you will sing for me?"

"None of us should help him at this stage. He is getting married himself, but he is not prepared at all. There is obviously something wrong with his consciousness. I am the first to object." Hu Mingchen stood up and sang the opposite.

"I only thought that I would be asked to make a guarantee, but I didn't expect that I would be asked to sing. I have already written the guarantee letter, so how could I say I was not prepared?" Zhou Ren scratched his head and said.

Inside, Leng Yanqiu and the others heard that he had written a letter of guarantee, but they actually stopped letting him sing "Conquer" and instead read out the contents of his letter of guarantee aloud.

"I, Zhou Ren, voluntarily marry Ms. Wang Ting as my wife, support her leadership, abide by her charter, fulfill my husband's obligations, implement my wife's decisions, strictly abide by the couple's bottom line, keep the couple's secrets, be loyal to my wife, work actively, and work hard to make money.

I will fight for my wife's happy life all my life, sacrifice everything for my family and my wife at any time, and never betray my wife. Guarantor, Zhou Ren." Zhou Ren took out a piece of paper from his inner bag and read loudly in front of everyone.

"Brother Zhou, is this a letter of guarantee to your wife? Why does it feel so much like an oath to become a wife? Are you just kidding?" After hearing Zhou Ren's letter of guarantee, Hu Mingchen always felt that something was wrong.

"What do you mean, this is Zhou Ren, this is your sincerity?" Leng Yanqiu asked after a burst of laughter.

"I am very sincere, so solemn and sacred. I regard her as a member of the organization. By marrying her, I have found an organization and have a family. Also, I regard her as a member of the organization.

She is likened to my leader and my mission. Isn't this right? I will fight for her happiness all my life and will never betray her. Isn't this also right? This is my solemn oath." Zhou Renyi defended himself righteously.

argued.

Although Zhou Ren's assurance was a bit funny, his explanation was also reasonable.

The key is that Zhou Ren's words were not said with a playful smile, but with solemnity.

"Stop talking about those big ideas and be more practical. Who will be in charge of the money in the family from now on?"

"Of course it's her."

"Who will do the housework in the future?"

"Let's do it together."

"This answer is far-fetched, but it doesn't pass. Please answer again."

"Then I'll do it, I'll do it, okay?"

"What will you do if you have different opinions at home in the future?"

"No, I will follow her opinion wherever she goes. A wife goes along with her husband and there is no way she can disagree."

...

Zhou Ren was tortured for a long time, and his head began to sweat, and then he was reluctantly let go.

However, it was not said that Zhou Ren had completely passed the test.

"You can't fight, you can't drink, you can't sing, so as a literati and a university teacher, you should have no problem writing a love poem. You can write a love poem immediately. If you can, you will pass the test smoothly." Mennei Zhou said.

Just when Ren was about to relax, a new request came out, which could be regarded as the last request.

"Love poems? Are you writing love poems now?"

"Yes, let's talk first. If you wrote it to Wang Ting before, it doesn't count. It must be a brand new masterpiece."

Zhou Ren scratched his head and was in pain again. Although he was a teacher in the university, writing love poems was really not his strong point. Perhaps, he was not as good as a master of picking up girls on campus.

Especially if you have to do it now, in front of so many people, it is even more difficult.

"Zhou Ren, come here, let me give you an idea."

One of Zhou Ren's colleagues hooked his finger at him, then put his hands on his ears and spoke to him mysteriously.

Sure enough, after listening to his colleague's idea, Zhou Ren immediately changed from worry to joy.

"I've made a song, listen!" Zhou Ren shouted through the crack in the door.

"Listen, do it."

"Ahem..." Zhou Ren adjusted his voice, and then said loudly and affectionately to the crack of the door: "There is a word that is often blasphemed by people, and I will not blaspheme it again; there is a kind of emotion that is faked by others.

If you are despicable, you will not be despicable again. There is a kind of hope that is too similar to despair, so there is no need to be wary! You

My compassion is incomparable and warms my heart. I cannot give you what people call love, but I don’t know if you can accept the admiration this heart has for you. Even God will not reject you. Just like flying

A moth flies toward the stars, just like the night pursues the dawn. This kind of longing has already jumped out of the plight of the world!"

"Is this a love poem? Why does it sound so different? Are you dreaming about us? Are you bullying us for our low culture?"

Zhou Ren thought that after he read out the love poem, he would immediately cause a sensation and surprise. But it was not the case. What he got instead was suspicion in the room.

Zhou Ren really wanted to hit the wall. Such a good love poem was said to be inappropriate. It seems that a good product must meet a knowledgeable person.

"How dare I bully you? Didn't you ask for a love poem? This is a modern love poem. You didn't say it would be a five-character quatrain or a pressure quatrain. There are so many people here, otherwise you can ask everyone

Yes." Zhou Ren explained dumbfounded.

"Zhou Ren, I really don't sound like you. Otherwise, you..."

"Yanqiu, Yanqiu, oh, I'm not a poet, how can I just open my mouth and say it. If you don't believe me, then you should believe Hu Mingchen. If you don't believe it, you can ask him if this is a love poem." Zhou Ren heard it.

It was Leng Yanqiu's voice who said hurriedly.

As expected, Leng Yanqiu no longer persisted: "Xiaochen, do you think this is a love poem? You must be fair."

"Sister Yanqiu, what Brother Zhou wrote is indeed a love poem, and it is also a classic love poem that can be compared with great writers. You can rest assured about this." Hu Mingchen stood next to Zhou Ren and said loudly.

Zhou Ren gave Hu Mingchen a thumbs up as a compliment and thanks.

"I'm just telling the truth, but I didn't expect you to be able to recite the love poems of Shelley, the great British writer. It's hard for you." Hu Mingchen blinked and whispered to Zhou Ren.

When Hu Mingchen told the origin of his love poem, Zhou Ren suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "There is nothing I can do. I really can't write a love poem on the spur of the moment. Keep it secret. Keep it secret."