Chapter 2240: May be the spark of your eyes 134

Chapter 2240 is willing to be the spark of your eyes 134
"How can I be that kind of person, but I am looking for you to go out to play!"
I am too lazy to move, I don’t want to refuse, "Don’t go, you are looking for your home, Xu Fufu."
"Xu Taifu two days, the Hanlin Academy is too busy to die, I have no time to ignore me!" Hiroshi shook her hand, "Good princess, the most lovely Princess of the world, go out with me!"
"Momo..." I just wanted to move Wenmomo out as a shield, but then I thought of something, "Oh, Momo went to the east of the city."
"Yeah, Momo abandoned us to find her fiancé, we don't want to play with her!"
I finally got amused by the words of the hour, and a little smile appeared on the little face. I finally got up from the ground, patted the clothes and asked where she was going to play.
"You don't know. The city is holding a poetry meeting recently. There are also many people from other places. Many of us in the college have gone there to make friends!"
I hesitated and asked, "Would you like to take me to make friends?"
"I don't have to make friends, I am curious. I also want to see what the students in the foreign colleges have different opinions from our colleges!"
Then he paused for a moment, fixedly watching the hour, and gave her a conclusion: "Your wife, Xu Taifu, knows if this will hit you."
"He wants me to talk more with people!"
"Okay, let's go."
The hourly hours finally moved the lazy cat and dragged her to the poetry meeting in Lin’an Street.
When they went to Lin'an Street, they had already seen a lot of scholars going to the poetry meeting. Although they said that they didn't want to think about it, there were always girls who heard other girls in front of them. Poetry is well written, and the name of the son who wants to write a name...
I turned to look at the hour, and asked her very seriously: "Are you sure that your family, Xu Taifu really agrees with you here?"
After a few hours of coughing, pretending to be incomprehensible, pulling his hand to the other side, "You don't want to listen to those people talking about it, they are superficial and childish ideas, but we come to see the poetry." ,Right?"
I thought about it and nodded.
She really didn't have much thoughts. She just let her go all the way to see it. The four floors were covered with red letters, and each letter was engraved with a poem. The wooden board of the pattern, the wind blows, the floor is filled with a very crisp and pleasant wooden board, and it sounds very comfortable.
So when I was really calm, I looked up and slanted and slanted the wooden board on the stair railing. She simply looked at it slowly and seriously. When I read the fun poem, I couldn’t help but laugh. I also really saw a lot of well-written poems.
Windy and sturdy, with the coldness of the late autumn, a little bit into the musculoskeletal.
The squatting consciousness stretched out the outer cloak of the body, then looked up and saw that the wooden board in front of the eyes was blown by the wind, and her afterglow accurately captured the familiar handwriting of a wooden board. ...
I almost wanted to reach out and hold down the cold wooden sign. The fingertips rubbed the back of the wooden board with a distinct texture and slowly turned its front.
The wooden sign was dyed with a light faint tung oil, which was smooth to the touch, but the middle was not a poem but four words.
She is familiar with the four words.
"I wish you a good time"
(End of this chapter)