Mansangzi

这是不是就叫“自作孽不可活”？陆不破欲哭无泪地瞪著面前的白纸，扳著手指头数：1、2、3、4……呜呜呜，他要给13个人作诗，其中有3个人是刚刚得知他的存在的综合部部长上官松风的儿子──综合部副部长“上官守”；研究所所长欧阳修的两个儿子──研究所机械研究处处长“欧阳赤水”和装甲研究处处长“欧阳赤华”。

Woohoo, how could his life be so miserable?Lu Bupo twisted his long hair into twists, and hid in the study depressed.Why, this is why, why he just took revenge on Xuanyuan Zhan, but ended up causing himself such a big trouble, 13 poems.When those pairs of eyes full of expectation looked at him, and those faces full of pleading looked at him, he really couldn't say "no". Huafa.

The blank paper on the table was still blank after sitting there for a long time, Lu Bupo angrily threw down his pen, it was Xuanyuan Zhan who caused him such misery.If he hadn't sent out those five poems, there would have been 13 people asking him to write poems, and he is not Li Bai.The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, Lu Bupo opened the door of the study heavily against the twisted hair.Very well, there is no one outside the door, it seems that they want to leave him a quiet space.

Deliberately stepping on the sound, Lu Bupo entered the bedroom, and sure enough, that "big idiot and reckless man" was there.But what is he doing?I saw Xuanyuan Zhan sitting in front of the small desk in the bedroom, writing in a pious posture.He didn't even look back at him when he came in.Lu Bupo walked in and took a look, he was stunned.

Xuanyuan Zhan is writing the poem "Big Idiot".One stroke at a time, write very seriously.There are many sheets of paper filled with this poem in his hand.

"Hey, Xuanyuan Zhan, what are you doing?" Anger turned into curiosity, Xuanyuan Zhan's handwriting was really ugly.

"Write down the poem you made for me." Xuanyuan Zhan said without turning his head, and the movements of his hands did not stop.Lu Bupo climbed onto the bed, so it was convenient to watch. "Then why are you writing so much? Do you want to sell it?"

"My handwriting is not good." Xuanyuan Zhan replied without beginning or end.

"Your handwriting is really ugly." Lu Bupo took the opportunity to complain and asked, "Are you writing poems to practice handwriting?"

Xuanyuan Zhan was finally willing to look up at him. "Your handwriting is very good. Poetry should be written with such good handwriting." He read the poems written by Lu Bupo for other people, and it was the first time he saw such beautiful handwriting.

Lu Bupo was stunned again, not only was he stunned, but a strange feeling arose in his heart.Suppressing that feeling, he asked again: "Since you want to write it down, why don't you enter it into your information book? Except for that freak of Belin who likes to write things with a pen, don't you basically not know what to do now?" Do you need a pen and paper?"

"No." Half of his face was in awe, "This is a poem, it belongs to me. It must be written down with a pen. Not only must it be written down, but it must also be hung in my room, always reminding myself not to slack off, not to Live up to this poem you wrote for me."

Lu Bupo's face was stiff, and that weird feeling couldn't be suppressed gurgling out.It is a small case for him to recite hundreds of Tang poems and Song lyrics by heart, and he can also change those poems into his own creation.He couldn't understand Xuanyuan Zhan's attitude towards poetry, but he seemed to understand a little bit.

"Xiao Po." It was the first time Xuanyuan Zhan called Lu Bupo's name so formally, which scared him.

"Do, what are you doing?" Lu Bupo became nervous, and Cantonese came out. "Ah, why?"

"Thank you." Half of his face was very sincere, and the strange feeling in Lu Bupo's heart almost overwhelmed him, grabbing his long hair in embarrassment, he faltered: "Ah, no, you're welcome."

Xuanyuan Zhan said: "Mangxie people do not have their own ancient culture, what we have is basically the familiar civilization after arriving at Mangxie star. Mangxie people without their own ancient culture are still not the real Mangxie People, this incident reminds us all the time that we are just an alien race. Because of this, the Mangxie people are ridiculed by the races of other galaxies, and because of this, they are not accepted by the races of other galaxies, and are often provoked and threatened by them.”

Lu Bupo was speechless, Xuanyuan Zhan had never spoken so many words to him, and the words were so serious.

"You must not understand the feeling."

Lu Bupo nodded vigorously.

Xuanyuan Zhan picked up the pen and wrote his poem stroke by stroke, and he continued: "We can't even write beautiful characters like yours. We have a technological civilization that is countless times more advanced than the earth, but we also have The culture of the earth is countless times poor. Because they are often ridiculed, the people of Mangxie began to admire the cultures of other galaxies and take pride in learning those cultures. But no matter how well you learn, it is always someone else’s, not your own. Only The ancient cultures far away on the earth that were once destroyed by us belong to us and are worthy of our pride and pride."

"Xuanyuan Zhan..." Lu Bupo felt that he knew this person in front of him for the first time.

Xuanyuanzhan, who was writing, was like a devout believer who was writing scriptures, and Lu Bupo heard him say again: "The first generation of Xuanyuan's ancestors who arrived at Mangxiexing left a poem, and my grandfather taught me to recite this poem since I was a child. "

"'At noon on the day of hoeing, the sweat dripped down to the soil. Who knows that the food on the plate is hard-working.' Among the four major families in Mangxie, only the Xuanyuan family has kept the ancient poems of the earth. As a member of the Xuanyuan family member's pride."

As soon as Xuanyuan Zhan finished speaking, the piece of paper he was writing a poem on was snatched away and torn in half, half of his face twisted instantly.It was as if his soul had been torn in two.

"Xuanyuan Zhan, I'm sorry." Lu Bupo went all out, "This poem is not a compliment to you at all, it's me trying to get revenge on you for putting toothpaste on my face and spanking my ass."

"Give it to me." Xuanyuan Zhan only cared about the piece of paper he was robbed of.

"Don't you understand?!" Lu Bupo was furious, "I told you, this poem is not a compliment!" He placed the piece of paper he tore off in front of Xuanyuan Zhan, pointing at the wrinkled font Said: "You connect the first words of each paragraph and see what it is?"

Xuanyuan Zhan looked at it for a while, took back the torn paper, and flattened it like a baby: "This is my poem, you can't move it."

Lu Bupo was about to die of anger. "Are you an idiot? Let me tell you, I'm scolding you for this poem. The first word of each paragraph is 'Zhan is a big idiot'! Do you understand? I'm scolding you, not at all I'm not praising you!"

Half of his face was unexpectedly calm, but his dark eyes flickered, "I hate iron but can't make steel." Lu Bupo heard a sentence that stunned him.

"This poem is very good."

Is this man really an idiot?

Unable to understand, Lu Bupo watched helplessly as Xuanyuan Zhan folded the torn paper and put it away, then took another blank paper and continued writing.

"Crack!" Lu Bupo slapped the paper with his palm, "You don't mind being called an idiot by me?"

"This poem is very good." ☆Book☆Incense☆Door☆Chapter☆

Lu Bupo suspected that Xuanyuan Zhan's brain was also mechanical.Breathing out the suffocation in his chest, he said loudly: "Stop writing it! I'll revise it for you, so that this poem will become a poem that truly praises you."

Lightning flashed from his dark eyes.

Lu Bupo took the pen and paper and bowed his head to meditate. He suddenly felt that it was a waste of energy to be angry with this idiot. This kind of person would die stupid one day.

Xuanyuan Zhan sat there piously and watched Lu Bupo write and draw on the paper almost without blinking, revising and revising. He couldn't recognize the messy but extremely beautiful fonts, but no matter what the words in front of him were, How willful and excessive this person is, at this moment, he only has respect for him.

The two sat quietly in the bedroom like this, without arguing, very peaceful.Lu Bupo muttered, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes showing complacency, Xuanyuan Zhan recorded every expression on his face, Mansangzi at this time was the most like Mansangzi.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Bupo exhaled and smiled. "OK, it's done, see if you're satisfied." Xuanyuan Zhan took the piece of paper impatiently, the look in his eyes made Lu Bupo extremely complacent.

"Zhan is Xuanyuan male, and he is the only one in the world who is brave. One person can fight against a hundred, and attack like lightning. In the rustling interstellar, the enemy's face changes when he hears the war. The army threatens all directions, and everyone lives in peace."

Xuanyuan Zhan stared at the piece of paper silently, Lu Bupo eagerly said: "Hey, connect the first word of each paragraph and read it."

Xuanyuan Zhan said: "Zhan, world, person, out, se, enemy, army, person."

Lu Bupo didn't know if he was dazzled, why did he feel that Xuanyuan Zhan's hands were shaking a little, and half of his face was twitching?

"I don't need to explain. You soldiers hope that others will say that you are excellent soldiers. 'De' is a polyphonic word, and it is also pronounced 'di'. Here I use the 'enemy' of 'enemy' to represent 'de' .The combination is 'Zhan is an excellent soldier', hey, I praise you."

Xuanyuan Zhan put down the piece of paper slowly, fondled each word preciously, and after a long time, he said, "Thank you. Can you explain it to me?" His voice became hoarse.

Lu Bupo shook his head and said, "You already know the first two lines of this poem. The latter is 'You can fight a hundred with one enemy, and attack as fast as lightning. In the emerald interstellar, the enemy hears Your name will change your face in fear. Your military power will frighten all directions, because people in the Federation can live and work in peace."

Lu Bupo is now sure that he is not dazzled, half of Xuanyuan Zhan's face is really twitching, don't be so happy.Xuanyuan Zhan's hands trembled slightly, and he tried his best to restrain himself.After suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he said, "I'm not that powerful."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Xuanyuan Zhan took a piece of paper and put it in front of Lu Bupo: "Can you write it for me again, I want to write this poem in your handwriting."

"No problem." Lu Bupo, who was extremely proud, wrote down the poem in absolutely authentic cursive, regardless of the past.As soon as he finished writing, another blank sheet of paper was placed in front of him.

"Can you write me the first poem too?"

Lu Bupo was puzzled: "I already said that the poem was to scold you."

Xuanyuan Zhan replied: "That is my poem, I like it very much."

"Whatever you want!" With a little anger, Lu Bupo wrote down the poem in authentic regular script, and showed off his skills by the way.What were ancestors used for?Used to show off.If there is a brush here, he will make this guy completely surrender at his feet.Mom, you are too wise and martial.

Just as Lu Bupo finished writing the last word, the piece of paper was snatched away in an instant.The expression on half of Xuanyuan Zhan's face at that moment was deeply imprinted in his mind.