Little milk dad big star

Chapter 224 Love Wanting

"This uncle's hand speed is really fast."

"Well, indeed, an umbrella stand can be completed in just a few minutes, I admire it"

"The heart is neither old nor old. I hope that when I get old, I can be as healthy as him."

"However, the two paper umbrellas hanging on the shelf behind the uncle are very beautiful. The white one is like pure white snow, which makes people feel pure. The red one, like a woman's bright red lips, makes people feel amazing."

"Indeed, it's a pity that the old man doesn't sell it"

"It's right to say it's not for sale, but there is another way to get the two umbrellas. It's difficult or difficult, or it's not difficult or difficult?"

"A big man speaks slowly, can he still communicate happily, please speak quickly"

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As the crowd's discussion sounded, the movement of the old man's hands did not stop at all. The old god was weaving the umbrella stand in his hand. After weaving the bamboo strips in the last step, he checked and found that the umbrella stand was very strong. He put it aside, looked up, and saw a dense crowd of figures in front of him, listening to the voices of discussion in his ears, it was not surprising, it seemed that he had seen this situation many times before him, stood up, and the wrinkles on his face slowly stretched out. Open, showing a smile full of affinity, and said in a vicissitudes of life, "Everyone, thank you very much for coming. The two umbrellas behind me are works made by my father during his lifetime. They are made of special rice paper. It has been nearly ten years since then. It is still well preserved, one red and one white, white like a gentleman, red like a lady, the meaning of which is self-evident."

"My father's previous regret was that he didn't find a suitable poem to write on it, so it was never perfect. If everyone present can come up with a suitable poem, I will give it to you."

Hearing the words, the noisy voices of all the people at the scene were silenced, and they all lowered their heads and cried and thought about it, but they didn't have much ink in their hearts, and maybe they were too embarrassed to say it first, for fear that the other party would be dissatisfied and cause everyone to laugh.

Su Zimo looked at this scene, but a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the scene with great interest.

"Dad, look. I can't see. Hug. Hug Xiao Xi'er." Standing on the ground, Su Xi'er looked at the tall figures around her, raised her ignorant face, and pulled the corner of Su Zimo's clothes. Said milkily.

Su Zimo smiled, pinched the other's little nose, and then hugged her so that the little girl could see clearly.

Mei Bixue did the same, she hugged Yang Leling, looked at the embarrassed pretty face of the other party, and said softly, "Yo, you're still so embarrassed, little girl"

Yang Leling blushed slightly, and buried her small head in front of the opponent.

"Why don't I try it?"

Suddenly there was a burst of loud words from the crowd, but a young man said shyly.

"Okay, let's talk about it." The old man nodded with a smile.

"Love makes people forget time, and time makes people forget love." After the young man finished speaking, he looked at the old man in embarrassment.

The old man shook his head, the implication is self-evident.

In the next period of time, there were people who were eager to try and uttered a sentence that made people laugh and cry. Although there were one or two sentences that rhymed well during the period, they were still rejected by the old man shaking their heads one by one.

The scene gradually quieted down. Seeing this, the old man murmured in a slightly disappointed tone, "It's like this again today."

"Why don't you let me try?"

After about half an hour, when the old man was disappointed, he remembered a confident and gentle voice. Looking over, he saw a young man holding a ignorant and cute little girl. With the mentality of giving it a try, he said, "Well, tell me about it, young man."

Xiao Zhang and Mei Bixue on the side looked at Su Zimo with surprise on their faces.

"Can this young man do it?"

"Who knows, but the child in his arms looks really good-looking"

"It is"

Seeing this, everyone at the scene thought of a whisper, and each took two steps back to show the young man a space.

"Happy rain and falling in love"

"Green mountains, green waters and roads leading to seclusion"

"Whispering under the umbrella"

"Half to cover the rain and half to hide the shame"

Su Zimo thought for a while, moved his lips, and read with an inexplicable voice.

"Hey, this poem is not bad, it seems to rhyme quite well"

"Happy rain, green hills, mutual dependence, shelter from the rain, concealment of shame, when these words appear, why do I feel a sweet smell?"

"Which famous artist wrote this poem?"

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The onlookers were stunned for a moment, and then began to discuss, discussing the meaning of this poem, and more doubts were to find out which famous artist this strange poem came from.

Mei Bixue looked into Su Zimo's eyes, her seductive lips parted slightly, looking a little surprised.

The old man in the field muttered a few words first, his cloudy eyes became clearer and clearer, looking at the young man in front of him, he asked excitedly, "This guy... Oh, no, Mr. Xiao, may I ask if this poem is written by you?" ?”

The rest of the people also cast their gazes over, expecting what the indifferent young man would say next.

"Sir, don't dare to take it seriously. This is indeed written by me, and it's called "Reading in the Umbrella"" Su Zimo said with a faint smile.

"Wow, this can't be"

"So handsome and so talented, what should I do? It's a lot of pressure."

"Well, but, why do I feel that he looks familiar?"

"Yo, this inadvertent hugging of the thigh caught me off guard, no, I have to hug it too"

Everyone at the scene gasped, and there was a burst of unbelievable discussions.

"Depicting the actions of a man and a woman under the mountain during the rainy season, the writing is vivid and colorful, it is really great"

The old man was incoherent in excitement, then turned around and took out the pen, ink and inkstone from the shelf, took off the umbrella hanging on the shelf, picked up the brush, and wrote the poems just now one by one, making the two paper umbrellas even more attractive. Then he raised his hands and walked up to Su Zimo, "I will give you these two umbrellas, thank you for ending the regrets between me and my father."

"Thank you"

Su Zimo looked at the serious-looking old man in front of him, thought for a while, took two paper umbrellas, and handed the red one to Mei Bixue.

After Mei Bixue took it, she looked at the pattern on it and seemed to like it a little. When she opened it, it immediately attracted a lot of attention.

When the rest of the people saw this, they first sent warm applause and congratulations, and scattered around at random. The rest of Su Zimo first chatted with the old man for a few words, and then offered to leave.

"By the way, Xiao Zhang, what else can we do in Tianlu Mountain, please tell us about it."

"The most famous ones are Tianlu Academy and Aiwan Pavilion"

"Leaving Tianlu Academy aside, Aiwan Pavilion was originally named Hongye Pavilion, and together with Taoran Pavilion, Huxin Pavilion, and Zuiweng Pavilion, it is also known as the Four Famous Pavilions of China, and"

Su Zimo and Mei Bixue each held a little girl in their arms, and held a paper umbrella in the other hand, walking under the scorching sun, like a landscape painting.

Far above the cold mountain stone path

There is a home in the depths of the white clouds

Park and Sit Love Fenglin Night

Frost leaves red in February flowers

Ps: The protagonist mentioned in the previous chapters is about to release the second martial arts novel. Do you have any suggestions? Book club: 343638178～

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