Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

"Good calligraphy, good calligraphy! Good words, good man!" I blurted out sincerely.

When will I be able to practice such beautiful calligraphy? I don't know how many girls I will attract.

I looked at the ink on the rice paper, and my heart suddenly moved. In a certain sense, this poem also represented Zhao Wusheng's heartfelt voice at the moment, right?

Yue Fei's poem "Manjianghong" is majestic and full of grief and indignation. It is still a mystery when he wrote it, but Yue Fei expresses his ambition and resentment towards the barbarians incisively and vividly, and he reads it word by word It is amazing, as if returning to the era of fighting on the battlefield.

If Zhao Wusheng compares himself to Yue Fei at this moment, then the twelve zodiac signs must be the objects of his "aspirations to eat Hulu meat hungry, and laughing and thirsty to drink the blood of Huns". [

Thinking of this, I looked up at Zhao Wusheng, only to see that he was smiling, naturally exuding a detached self-confidence.

"Ci is a good word." Zhao Wusheng said with a smile: "It's a pity that Yue Fei's fate is not good."

"Yes." I said regretfully, "Back then, Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty was instigated by Qin Hui, awarded twelve gold medals in one day, recalled Yue Fei to Lin'an, and was hanged in the Fengbo Pavilion in the same year..."

Speaking of this, I suddenly realized that it was a bit unlucky for me to suddenly mention this, so I shut up.

"Hey." Zhao Wusheng smiled and didn't take it seriously. He put the brush aside and asked me, "Did you tell the security down below that as long as I heard your name, I would go down to pick you up in person?"

I didn't expect that Zhao Wusheng already knew about it, so I couldn't help but blushed and argued, "If I didn't say that, I'm afraid I can't even get in the door now!"

"Haha." Seeing that Zhao Wusheng was in a good mood at the moment and didn't care about these things with me, he breathed a sigh of relief. "You kid, you're a ghost!" Zhao Wusheng continued.

"No, I'm such an honest and honest child." It's rare to have such a relaxed conversation with my old-fashioned brother.

"Tell me, why are you here? I'll accompany you if you want to reminisce about the old days, and I won't be there if you beg for mercy." Zhao Wusheng went straight to the point and didn't make any detours with me.

I curled my lips, thinking that I could take the wheat away today, it seems that it can only be a delusion.