Six Years After the Disaster, I Saved My Farm by Growing Bean Sprouts

Chapter 221: 220 Kuang Biao’s Poems

Chapter 221 Chapter 220. Kuang Biao’s poem

Huaiyu stood there, watching Kuang Biao fall in love with a complicated expression.

And Zhou Qian came over at some point. Staring at the tall and straight stems of the sunflowers and the huge disc flowers on them, he couldn't help but sigh: "This pole is so straight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huaiyu turned his head and put his index finger to his lips: "Shh."

Zhou Qian stared at the top of her head and found that she seemed to have grown a little taller after not seeing her for a few days.

But right now...

I just heard a pretendingly deep voice, playing a weirder and greasier aria, and began to recite a sour poem in a sultry tone -

"You are in the far north and I am in the far south."

"Pull your thoughts to the other shore thousands of miles away."

"The other shore is connected with each other madly and heart-to-heart."

"In the center of the golden sunflower, fragments of our love are faintly shining..."

Huaiyu's face was wrinkled as if he had eaten the mutated jujube from Uncle Zaozi, and Zhou Qian's face also looked strange.

After a moment, the two of them trembled at the same time, and then began to rub their arms quickly: "Oh my god..."

Zhou Qian even asked: "If Xiaokui really has a fragment of love, can you still crack the melon seeds?"

Huaiyu's face turned even gloomier.

But what does human joy and sorrow have to do with madness?

At this moment, it was saying affectionately: "Xiao Kui, do you like this poem? The first time I saw you, this poem naturally flowed in my empty body. It was written for you, and it is my life's work. Are you moved by the display of literary talent?"

"Would you love me more?"

Xiaokui didn't answer.

Huai Yu and Zhou Qian couldn't listen any more. She really hated herself for going to the bamboo forest to read when she was bored! Now, looking at this large area of ​​motionless sunflowers in front of me, I can’t bear to look at it!

However, Zhou Qian did not give up and tried to sow discord:

"Kangbiao, didn't you say you like bright, quiet and beautiful sunflowers that can write poetry? Why is it your turn to write poetry now?"

"What do you know?" Kuangbiao was still immersed in his incredible literary talent. He even replied lazily at this moment: "It looks so beautiful and has such big flowers. It's okay not to know how quiet and gentle it is."

"You don't have a partner, you don't understand at all."

"This is how it is when you meet true love. It looks good no matter what it looks like."

Okay!

One sentence hurt two people.

Zhou Qian is truly single, Huaiyu is blind now but he was blind before.

The two of them couldn't stay any longer, and the sun was getting higher and higher, so they had better go back to the house to escape the heat.

There is no fan, and the room is still filled with heat, but the bamboo forest tunnel is still as wet as a steamer. It is probably impossible to escape the heat today. The two of them had no choice but to shake the small fans they picked up from the rag pile, and they sighed at this moment:

"The bamboo with the love brain is really scary."

Zhou Qian also said sadly: "Sunflower doesn't really want to fall in love with it, right? Kuangbiao's bamboo is a whole. Which sunflower did he choose? The biggest and tallest one?"

"It's impossible to talk about it for a long time."

Huaiyu nodded: "It's the tallest one. Only it has mutated, the others just have high pollution values, just like the vegetables in the garden, and have no other consciousness."

The two of them couldn't help but sigh in unison because of their terrible love.

But not long after the sigh passed, Kuangbiao was suddenly heard shouting through the window:

"Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu!"

"Why is Xiaokui ignoring me? Does it think I'm uneducated?" "Or are my poems too subtle and euphemistic?"

"When you read that poem before, I clearly felt that it moved my heart!"

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu!"

Huaiyu opened the window helplessly: "Stop barking, just talk about your love in silence." It was hot, and it chirped like a cicada, which was too noisy.

But Kuangbiao didn't listen at all. He only knew that Xiaokui had grown up and blossomed, but he was indifferent to his affectionate confession and even ignored him.

In the past, every time I read poetry, it would fluctuate.

So he asked again: "Xiaoyu, how about you read a poem to it again?"

"Read the one he likes best."

Huaiyu said expressionlessly: "I won't read."

Kuang Biao said "Oh!" "I'm growing bamboo shoots! I'll grow lots of bamboo shoots for you, lots and lots of good ones!"

"You can give it away or sell it for money. I have been with you for so long. After all, I am a bamboo with no merit but hard work, right?"

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"Just read it once! Bring some emotion to it, okay?"

"Just like you usually stand next to her with a book."

Huaiyu:…

People should not bow down for five buckets of rice.

But Kuangbiao has five acres of bamboo shoots! The only fault was that it gave too much, and now she was obsessed with earning more points.

Huaiyu silently agreed, picked up the evil book "Born to the Sun" and walked slowly to the edge of the bamboo forest.

Opening the book, she saw that the beginning of the poem was still the same poem that she had already recited. At this moment, Kuang Biao's requirement of [reading with emotion] could not be fulfilled in every syllable.

However, roasted bamboo shoots from five acres of land were waiting in front of him. Huaiyu opened his mouth and his heart felt like dead water.

"Golden, majestic sunflowers..."

But, the amazing thing is, it seems that I really only feel this poem. Or maybe Xiaokui finally felt Kuangbiao's feelings, and Huaiyu, standing next to him, seemed to actually feel the slightly excited mood!

Isn't it? Is this okay?

With this great shock, she read aloud much louder—

"The sun casts its shining arrows onto her clear and soft flowers..."

"Ouch!" Kuang Biao suddenly shouted!

Huaiyu's poem stopped abruptly, and she raised her head: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," Kuangbiao said aggrievedly, "Maybe he has tasted the pain of love. For a moment just now, my leaves were so hot and painful."

"But it doesn't matter to me, just read the poem! Xiaokui has been moved, and its petals have been adjusting like waves... Is it trying to find the perfect angle where it can see me at its maximum angle?"

Yeah? Huaiyu's heart was beating fast and he didn't believe it.

But the poem in front of her was very short. After three or two sentences, she was forced to read it from the beginning again.

And when he was in the middle of reading again, Zhou Qian in the room suddenly opened the back window, then squinted at the leaves at the top of the Kuangbiao bamboo, frowned and said, "Why are there suddenly so many light spots on it?"

He wondered curiously: "There are no reflection points near here... Is this its new direction of mutation?"

Huaiyu also raised her head while holding the book. After taking two steps back, she succeeded in seeing the golden spots on Kuangbiao's body, which made her wonder: "Kuanbiao, do you want to gild yourself?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw that the golden spots on the bamboo leaves suddenly turned dark and yellow, and then quickly turned into a dark brown focus, as if they had been burned by something!

Update two, good night.