Start call: My pet actually comes from history

The thunderstorms came quickly in the afternoon. When Su Buyu and Zhao Ji Wang carried Su Buyu and Zhao Ji Wang into room 305, which faced north and south at the end of the corridor on the third floor, the originally clear sky outside the window was suddenly obscured by rolling dark clouds. There were bursts of angry thunder and heavy raindrops. Pours down from high in the sky.

Su Buyu put Zhao Jiwang on the bed and couldn't help but feel a little poetic when he saw the raindrops splashing on the glass.

"Heavy rain is good, heavy rain is wonderful."

"Frogs croak when it rains heavily."

"The frogs are calling for midsummer to arrive."

"Midsummer is coming...hey, let me turn on the air conditioner~"

After the words fell from his mouth, Su Buyu looked at his reflection on the glass and couldn't help but clasped his palms as if holding a wine glass, raised his hand to the reflection and said proudly: "As expected, it has to be you, the last poet in modern times."

Such boastful words.

The rabbit at the door, who had listened to all the nonsense verses from Su Buyu's mouth, could no longer bear it, raised its paws to cover its mouth, and coughed twice.

Su Buyu turned around.

Du Futu also squinted his eyes and met his gaze.

One person and one rabbit looked at each other for a long time.

Su Buyu's face gradually turned red when he realized that the poem he had just written was heard by Du Fu Tu. Who could understand the shame of being suddenly discovered when he was bragging about himself? Damn it... Otherwise, we should silence this guy Du Fu. Bar.

There are thousands of times in my mind.

Su Buyu looked at Du Futu's smiling eyes and his eyes gradually became dangerous.

"Sir, call me next time you write a poem, and I will help you revise it."

Seeing that it was almost done, Du Futu averted his gaze from Su Buyu and looked at Zhao Jiwang on the bed. He originally planned to see Zhao Ji's physical condition, but he never thought that he would find himself in the scene where his husband was composing a poem. Heavy rain is good, heavy rain is wonderful.

Think about it now.

As expected, the reason why I didn't laugh out loud just now was due to the Qi-nurturing skills I had gained in my previous life.

But it should not be said.

Sir, this poem is still a little bit better than a poem called "Snowy Sky". What kind of bad poem can we write? I saw this poem two days ago.

Du Futu felt that his hair was about to explode again.

It quickly suppressed the thoughts in its mind and glanced at Zhao Ji, who was still breathing on the bed, and then looked at Su Buyu: "How is Zhao Ji's physical condition?"

"Don't worry, Zimei. I put a band-aid on it and it will be fine later."

Su Buyu hurriedly borrowed the help of Po Xia Donkey, walked to the bedside and lifted up Zhao Ji Wang's dog body to show Du Fu Rabbit a small band-aid that he had put on its back. It was a pink hellokitty style, but it had not been used for a long time. There are some yellow stains.

It's okay not to look.

At this point, Du Futu felt that the band-aid was not necessary at all.

It thinks so, and it says so.

Unexpectedly, Su Buyu in front of him waved his fingers and clicked his tongue before saying a bunch of words that Du Futu felt he couldn't understand. Why does this band-aid represent the heart? The heart is the most important thing in the world. Zhao Jixing At the very least, I have to repay you with ten paintings and ten copybooks.

Then the more he talks, the more he talks.

First, he said that he would buy all the houses on this street, and then he said that he would directly buy the land to build a manor.

That's it.

Du Futu wanted to understand that Su Buyu was planning to sell Zhao Ji's calligraphy and paintings to make money.

only....

Zhao Ji's calligraphy and paintings from thousands of years ago are still antiques. Now, if Zhao Ji's calligraphy and paintings are taken out, are they not called fakes? Even if others are sure that the calligraphy and paintings are authentic, the ink and paper are modern, which will only make people doubt that they learned it themselves. If you are not good at art, you must have made a mistake.

When Du Futu's thoughts surrounded the room.

Su Buyu, who was still dreaming, was stunned for a moment. It seemed like this. Under carbon-14 dating, how could he prove that Zhao Ji's original work was really Zhao Ji's original work? This was no more difficult than proving that my mother was my mother. Disaster.

It seems like he needs to wear some kind of artistic genius vest.

It's just this vest...Su Buyu feels like he can't afford it very much. His family knows his family affairs, and everything he writes with his hand is a mess of good calligraphy. If he participates in offline activities, wouldn't he be on the spot? Exposed.

The more he thought about it, the tighter Su Buyu's brows became.

It seems that he has no solution to this problem at present. Could it be that opportunities to make money are coming like raindrops, but he does not have the ability to catch them.

Sure enough, for now, I can only be a big rat who eats and eats, does tasks and waits to die.

As for the others.

I can only look forward to the next wisdom of the game. Maybe one day a new function that can possess me will be released, and I will be able to activate the vigorous new function by then, but Zhao Jiwang cannot be idle now.

It doesn't matter if it can't be sold at the moment. It can be framed and hung first to add a bit of literary flavor to the hotel.

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The sound of the rain gradually died down.

Su Buyu lost his previous excitement and returned to the lobby. Under the watchful eyes of Liu Beimiao and other cats, Su Buyu sat on the chair behind the counter, then sighed slumpedly and controlled the mouse to play on the computer.

This way.

Seeing that Liu Chanmiao, who was originally disliked by Su Buyu, became excited and said to Pingjunmiao beside him: "Grandma, grandma, what do you think happened to my adoptive father?"

hear the words

Ping Junmiao, who was enjoying the gentle massage of Liu Xun's paws, leaned on the panda pillow and looked back at Su Buyu. After two glances, he whispered gracefully: "Chan'er, go and ask yourself. Why don't you go and ask?" So can your father."

"Then forget it, Mr. Xuanzong, do you know?"

Liu Chanmiao first rejected Pingjunmiao's proposal and then asked Liu Xunmiao who was massaging his beloved wife.

"You can tell just by looking at his face. He looks like he's owed money. You can tell it's Zhao Ji who can't contribute the money to him."

"Then Zhao Ji is still a waste."

"That's not necessarily true. I guess it's just that there are some things that can't be solved right now."

"Master Xuanzong, how did you see it?"

"It's very simple, just look at your face."

After that, facing Liu Chanmiao who still wanted to ask questions, Liu Xunmiao raised his paw and pointed at the Du Fu rabbit that appeared in the lobby and said to Liu Chanmiao: "It just so happened that Zimei is here too, go and ask it, don't disturb me. Give Jun'er a massage."

"Your Majesty~"

Ping Junmiao immediately called Liu Xunmiao weakly and spinelessly.

Liu Xunmiao suddenly felt that his bones were numb. He looked at Ping Junmiao, who had only his own reflection in his eyes, slowly getting closer. The next moment, he suddenly spoke with a long bubble sound: "Jun'er, do you know, I love you?" of...."

Not finished yet.

Ping Junmiao decisively raised his paw and sealed Liu Xunmiao's mouth: "Your Majesty, if you say such things again today, you can sleep with Xuande and the others tonight."

face such serious consequences.

Liu Xunmiao nodded quickly and showed a flattering and sincere look, promising that she would never talk about love today. After all, who has a wife who would be willing to sleep with these guys.