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In the end, it was Shi Lianchun who came forward to mediate the matter. Neither of the two sides continued to provoke, and they walked all the way holding their breath in their hearts.

When it comes to holding your breath, Huang Xiangyun is not included.His belly is not small enough to care about with a shrew girl.But seeing Liang Xiaoyu and Chen Xuejing both angry, he secretly blamed himself for saying that.

An hour later, Huang Xiangyun was the first to walk out of the Cultural Palace.He sat on a chair outside the Cultural Palace, sniffing the slightly bitter scent of lilacs, waiting for others to come out.

The second one to come out was Shi Lianchun.He walked up to Huang Xiangyun and sat down beside Huang Xiangyun with a smile, and asked, "How is it?"

Huang Xiangyun took out an osmanthus cigarette, handed one to Shi Lianchun, took one himself, lit it for him first, and then smoked it himself. After taking a puff of the cigarette, he said, "General. Brother Shi, how are you doing?" ?”

Shi Lianchun shook his head and said, "I'm even worse. I don't like to write propositions, I like to do whatever I want. I came here purely to deal with things, and I didn't think about winning any awards."

Huang Xiangyun nodded, without speaking, reached out and plucked a lilac flower from the tree behind him, sniffed it gently, and smoked slowly.

Shi Lianchun also stopped talking, picked off a lilac flower, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed slowly.Suddenly, he chanted a poem softly.

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

wandering in the long long

And the lonely rain alley,

I hope every time

Like a clove

A grumpy girl.

She has

the color of lilac,

smells like cloves,

Lilac-like sorrow,

mourn in the rain,

sad and anxious

She wanders in this lonely rainy alley,

Holding a paper umbrella

like me,

Like me

Silently

Indifferent and desolate, but also melancholy.

She approached silently,

Approached, then cast

Taixi vision

She drifts by

like a dream,

As sad and confused as a dream.

Drifting by in a dream

a lilac field,

This girl floats beside me;

She walked away silently, far away,

To the crumbling fence,

Walk through this rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain,

faded her color,

Scattered her fragrance,

Dissipated, even her

Taixi-like vision

Lilac-like melancholy.

Holding a paper umbrella, alone

wandering in the long long

And the lonely rain alley,

I hope to drift

Like a clove

A girl with a grudge. "

His voice is soft and deep, with a feeling of vicissitudes and loneliness. Against his melancholy eyes and leisurely temperament, he really has the taste of a great poet.This is not blown out, it looks like it.

"The jade hook on the hand-rolled pearl locks the heavy building according to the former spring hatred

Flowers falling in the wind, who is the main thinker

The blue bird does not pass the cloud, the letter is empty, the clove is empty, and the rain is worrying

Back to the green wave three Chumu to meet the flow of heaven"

I don't know if it's because the two of them recited the poem about cloves because there was rain in it, but there was a thin drizzle of rain suddenly floating in the sky.The raindrops were extremely thin and light, under the golden slanting sun, they were so light that they were almost invisible and unfeeling.

The rain made both Shi Lianchun and Huang Xiangyun feel inexplicable throbbing in their hearts.Shi Lianchun took a puff of cigarette, and began to chant softly again.

"Knead the broken gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The demeanor and spirit are like Yanfu, too bright.

Meirui is heavy and vulgar, but cloves are bitter and rough.Smoked through the worrying people's dream, but ruthless. "

At this time, Sun Hongjun somehow stood beside the lilac tree, laughed and said: "Hey, the two great talents are really interested, and they started playing lilac chant. Then I will join in and make a fool of myself, just laugh at me!"

"It's the beginning of the evening make-up, Shen Tan puts some light on it.

Show the cloves to others,

A clear song, temporarily quoted the cherry to break.

Luo Xiuzhu's remnant color is visceral,

The cup was deep-spinned by the fragrant mash.

The embroidered bed is slanted by Jiao Wu,

Chewing the red antler, laughing and spitting at Tan Lang. "

Shi Lianchun put away his nostalgic and melancholy expression, and scolded with a smile: "Well, Sun Hongjun, you are really a hooligan by nature, and you will never forget your romance."

At this time, Liang Xiaoyu and Chen Xuejing also came over, and Chen Xuejing said: "You guys are really entertaining. Let's join in the fun."

"The stars and the moon before the independence stage,

The curtains are bright and clean.

Frost trees with empty branches,

Heartbroken clove knot.

The night is deep and cold,

When did the hatred ever rest,

With the railings want to break.

Two jade chopsticks hang down for the king,

This night's love, who will talk about it? "

Liang Xiaoyu immediately smiled and said, "I'll make up a number too, so I won't pull one person out of every village!"

"Cloves are weak and weak, and the branches are like mats. The thin leaves have floating hairs, and the flowers are sparse and colorful.

After planting Xiaozhai deeply, the common people occupy it near Youren.Falling into the orchid musk deer at night, don't be pregnant with powder. "

Huang Jiaorou, who was behind Liang Xiaoyu and Chen Xuejing, was not far behind, and recited a song.

"Jin Mingke, the God of Chu's iron horse, and Subo, born in the Jiaotan that moves at night.

The business wind blows the water to report to the Western Emperor, and the ancient tree in front of the temple coils a white snake.

The king of Wu smashed the cloud array with his red axe, and the walls of the painting hall were lined with frost blades.

Wu'e conveys the meaning of mourning silk, and Duo speaks eloquently to straighten the temples.

Xiangyan brushes the emerald Xiangshan Mountain, and the eastern sunrise flies the crow.

Qingyun has its own black dragon seeds, and Concubine Pan doesn't marry lilac flowers. "

"In the middle of a spring night, spring hate is cut, and flowers outside the house are crying to the moon. People can't be seen, dreams are hard to follow, red gauze lights a lamp.

Farewell to resentment, it is the Fang Festival, and there are thousands of cloves in the court.The night fog dissipates, Xiao Xiahui, Liang Jian and Shuangyan fly. "

This poem was recited by Lin Jingying, with a beautiful voice, a beautiful expression, and a little sadness.

Huang Xiangyun has been staring into the distance, looking very lonely.He suddenly sang a song softly, a song he used to like very much.

"You said you loved lilacs the most

because your name is it

what a melancholy flower

sentimental man

when the flowers wilt

when the screen freezes

what a delicate flower

but can't hide from the wind and rain

floating, shaking, life

How much beauty has become a dream

come in such a hurry

leave me with a lifetime of concern

The flowers blooming in front of the grave is the beauty you long for

Look at the mountains and plains, do you still feel lonely

You listen to someone singing your favorite song

There are so many troubles in the city, no need to worry about it anymore

You said you love lilacs the most

because your name is it

what a melancholy flower

sentimental man

when the flowers wilt

when the screen freezes

what a delicate flower

but can't hide from the wind and rain

floating, shaking, life

How much beauty has become a dream

come in such a hurry

leave me with a lifetime of concern

The flowers blooming in front of the grave is the beauty you long for

Look at the mountains and plains, do you still feel lonely?

You listen to someone singing your favorite song

No need to worry about the many troubles in the city

Planted lilacs in the day full of purple beautiful flowers

I am here to accompany her and protect her for the rest of my life..."

The singing is sad and distant, with inexplicable melancholy that cannot be resolved.Huang Xiangyun's voice is very pleasant, with a very special charm: there is a clearness in the vicissitudes of life, but when you listen carefully, you feel a little hoarse...

"it is good!"

"sounds so good!"

"awesome!"

"..."

Everyone was silent for a while, and they all applauded.At this moment, Huang Xiangyun jumped up suddenly, ran towards the street, and disappeared in an instant!

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, inexplicable surprise, not knowing why