Love Apartment: Returning to Zhuge Dali at the beginning

Chapter 574 Three Hundred Tang Poems

In the end, Zhang Wei and Curry Sauce were also picked up by Yifei, and everyone started a vigorous cleaning campaign!

I have to say that the feeling of exercising is still very good.

Although the cleaning is hard, I can obviously feel that my mental state is better.

In the next few days, Fang Di, besides writing scripts in daily code words, often took Baby Dali out for more walks and dates...

It's really a little decadent to stay at home and play black all the time.

As soon as Fang Di returned to the apartment, he saw Zhao Haitang excitedly rushing over with a small notebook.

"Fang Di, you are a great god in the Internet literature world, and you are even a master of today's literary world. Please listen to the new poems I have compiled. Are they at the level of publication?"

As Zhao Haitang spoke, he immediately began to chant passionately regardless of Fang Di's attitude.

"One day, Cao Cao picked up a wounded little turtledove in the army camp."

"At that time Cao Cao asked Turtle Dove, what's your name?"

"The turtledove replied: I will be your pet starting from today, my name is Montesquieu!"

"My Tibetan acrostic poem is really exquisite! It not only sets off the character of Cao Cao as Mengde, but also perfectly brings the image of the turtledove to life on the paper! It can be called a phenomenal poem! It will definitely be passed down through the ages!"

Zhao Haitang's sense of self-confidence has always been overwhelming, although Fang Di is not very clear why he can perform shamelessly so vividly...

But this can be regarded as a kind of ability!

Taking advantage of Zhao Haitang's immersion in the dream garden of poems he had compiled, Fang Di made great efforts to escape.

"Fang Di, don't leave, you haven't told me how my poems are? Have they reached the level of publication?"

Zhao Haitang looked at Fang Di expectantly.

Since the last [-] words of "Daddy Loves Me Again" written by Fang Di was published, Zhao Haitang has acted like a great writer, writing poems from time to time, wanting to publish a collection of poems for himself... …

He has great ambitions, but this literary talent... um... unsightly.

"Can you stop the meeting? Let me listen to poetry eight times a day? I'm going to throw up these days."

The corner of Fang Di's mouth twitched. He didn't want to say it so clearly, but Zhao Haitang always had a kind of self-confidence, and Fang Di was helpless.

"Vomited?"

"Could it be that you were moved by the beautiful artistic conception in my poem? Immersed in it completely? Unable to extricate yourself? It's like drinking a thousand cups drunk, lingering and forgetting to return?"

Zhao Haitang's eyes lit up, and he completely started to boast about himself.

Fang Di: "..."

vigorously:"……"

"Speaking of which, time flies so fast. These are the three poems I have written, and I should be able to publish a collection of poems."

Zhao Haitang is still dreaming there.

Dali on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and said immediately: "The only thing in common between your poem and the [-] Tang poems is the same number."

With a bright mockery, Fang Di secretly gave Dali a thumbs up.

Secretly thought that Zhao Haitang would always know what level he was this time, right?
"Three hundred Tang poems?"

"This name is too good!"

"Hey hey, that's the name of my new collection of poems!"

Zhao Haitang said excitedly.

People who pretend to be asleep may still be awakened, but how can those who have fallen asleep wake up?

Zhao Haitang is in this state at the moment.

I was completely immersed in my own world of Tang poetry, unable to extricate myself.

(End of this chapter)