Strong group husband

Li Chunjiao rented a boat of more than ten square meters. After boarding the boat, everyone put the food on the table in the center of the boat, and enjoyed the scenery on both sides of Qinglan County while eating supper.

The lanterns on both sides of the river are like a long dragon, stretching its body to the distance in the sight of everyone, with no end in sight.

"Looking at the city from the lake is really different!" Cang Xingrong said while biting a piece of red heart pastry.

"Yeah, this Qinglan County has a special charm at night!" Cang Xingyan's words completely fit his identity as a scholar.

"Eastern wind blows flowers and thousands of trees at night. It blows more and falls, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. Fengxiao sounds, jade pot lights turn, fish and dragons dance all night. Moths, snow willows and golden strands. Laughter is full of fragrance. I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd. Suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place." Sipping a sip of tea, looking at the scene of heavy traffic and people coming and going on the bank, Cang Xingye suddenly remembered the words he had memorized in his previous life when he was studying. The poem "Sapphire Case · Yuan Xi" written by the poet Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty was read out.

Although today is not Yuanxi, Cang Xingye feels that the artistic conception of their scenes is somewhat similar.

"Good poetry, good poetry, Xiaoye, you are so talented, second brother, I am ashamed of myself!" Cang Xingyan was the first to clap his hands and clapped his hands, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Ono, with your literary talents, why not join the officialdom with your second brother."

"Come on, second brother, I'm not interested in being an official. There are too many constraints. Besides, second brother is so good at reading and reading. I'm just sharpening my knife temporarily. I can't compare with second brother." Cang Xingye belatedly Returning to his senses, he secretly scolded himself for getting carried away, and waved his hands to evade.

"Xiaoye, join the officialdom, don't bury your talent." Cang Xingyan sincerely persuaded his younger brother, he had read books for so long, and he sighed that he couldn't write the poems written by his younger brother.

"Stop, second brother, my good second brother, don't say any more, I prefer to do business than to be an official, it's great to be free!"

To be an official is to be worthy of one's own conscience. It is difficult to be a clean official, and he can't be cruel to a corrupt official. Go make things difficult for the common people. He is not that kind of person. It is difficult.

In fact, Cang Xingye thought very clearly about the poor life and high housing prices in his previous life. In this life, he really only wants money.What kind of love, love, those things that can't be eaten, Cang Xingye doesn't want all of them.live?Money is the most important thing. In a word, money may not be able to buy some things, but money makes him happy and makes him live comfortably!There is a saying, things that can be solved with money are not a problem, two words - great hatred.Haha, I'm sorry, Cang Xingye just likes the feeling of being able to control his own destiny!Cang Xingye vowed to work hard to realize the feeling of being envied by others but unable to kill him.

"Second brother, well, it's fine if Ono doesn't want to. In this life, I just hope that Ono can live freely and do what he likes. Ono, eat meat, eat meat, and have a good body." Cang Xingrong Handed a big stewed pig's trotter to Cang Xingye.

"Thank you brother, I like meat." Cang Xingye took the big pig's trotter and gnawed it down.

"Eat as much as you like." Cang Xingrong said with a big grin.