370: C370 The Spring of Weasels

C370 The Spring of Weasels

There's been a very small incident in the underworld of Jiangbei recently, but it's been talked about by the entire underworld of Jiangbei.

The number one big brother of the underground underworld of Jiangbei, the weasel, had contracted depression.

"Old Huang, what's the matter? Why don't I arrange it for you tonight?"

Guo Ruihua carried a fruit basket and arrived at the weasel's villa. He saw the weasel sitting in a purple rattan chair in the yard, looking up at the sky at 45 degrees. Its expression was filled with loneliness.

"You don't understand."

The weasel shook its head lightly. Its eyes were filled with stories and vicissitudes. "It's far from the grass of the plains. Who would have thought that there would be a plate of Chinese food!"

Guo Ruihua instantly felt an invisible sadness. It seemed that Old Huang was really depressed this time.

"Sigh, Old Huang... Ai, that's not right!"

Guo Ruihua suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the two poems that the weasel had just recited. "The Grass of Liyuan, shouldn't the following sentence be 'One year old and one withered'?"

The weasel swallowed a mouthful of saliva." The main point is the last sentence. Separate the main and secondary points. "

Guo Ruihua was confused. "Who would have thought that it would be a plate of Chinese food? Old Huang, have you been short of money recently? If it's not convenient, I can still make some money here."

" Hehe, do you think I, Mr Huang, am short of money? "

The weasel laughed disdainfully. "Besides, would I be sad because of these worldly possessions?"

"Then Old Huang, what are you..."

Guo Ruihua rubbed his head with a puzzled expression.

If he wanted to talk about his fate with the weasel, it would have to start with the drinking session after the concert at the opening ceremony.

Guo Ruihua played with the new media. He had a large number of internet celebrities and various small celebrity resources in his hands. This was the weasel's favorite thing.

The weasel was the number one big brother in the underworld of Jiangbei. Guo Ruihua also needed the weasel's influence in the underworld.

The two of them each took what they needed, and then they naturally hit it off. They usually drank together when they had nothing to do, and after a long time, they became good friends.

So when Guo Ruihua heard that the weasel had depression, he immediately bought fruits and personally visited.

In Guo Ruihua's view, the weasel was a smart person and especially loyal. He was a friend that he could make for a long time.

The only thing that gave Guo Ruihua a headache was that the two of them often had problems communicating. The weasel would always say some strange words from time to time.

Just like what he had said now, he was far away from the grass of the plains, but who knew what kind of food was in the middle of the plate?

The weasel nodded slightly and slowly explained, "Who knew that plate of food was a famous masterpiece written by the ancient poet Li Bai."

"He borrowed something like a plate to express his inner thoughts."

"Think about it, the plate is round, what does it look like? It looks like a bright moon in the sky"

"And the bright moon represents longing and feelings. That's why Li Bai cleverly combined the two together and left behind a good poem that has been passed down for ages."

"Who would have thought that the meaning of the plate meal would be that the moon doesn't understand my heart."

"Sigh, I hate that I didn't live in the same era as Brother Li Bai. Otherwise, I would definitely drink and fight poetry with him every day."

"But I reckon that I would be forced down by him every time, because from the poems that Brother Li Bai left behind, his writing skills should be above mine."

Guo Ruihua was stunned on the spot. He felt that his brain was buzzing, and countless small question marks were jumping around in his mind.

Who would have thought that this poem was written by Li Bai?

Wasn't this poem supposed to make people cherish food?

Why did it become a metaphor for the bright moon to entrust its emotions?

Also, the weasel said that Li Bai's standard of making poems was even higher than his. This sentence sounded awkward and awkward, but it seemed like there was nothing wrong with it.

Because Li Bai's ability to compose poems was definitely above his. It was just that when these words were expressed in such a way, he felt that something was wrong.

"Old Huang, I'm not as cultured as you, so I don't understand these complicated things."

Guo Ruihua fiercely shook his head and forcefully pulled his thoughts back to reality. "But, I feel that there's no such thing as a hole that can't be crossed in this world."

"If there are any difficulties, you can say it out loud. Three stinky craftsmen can even beat Zhuge Liang."

"Everyone, let's discuss it. I don't believe there is nothing that can't be solved."

Facing Guo Ruihua's guidance, the weasel smiled bitterly and shook his head lightly. "Those who know me will ask me if I am worried. Those who know me will ask me what I want."

Guo Ruihua was once again dumbfounded.

Why did these two sentences sound so familiar?

"Old Huang, this isn't right either."

Guo Ruihua scratched his head and said, "It should be. Those who know me are worried in my heart. They don't know what my wish is."

The weasel used his finger to gently scratch his thigh. He looked at Guo Ruihua with disdain and said, "Why are you always stuck in forms?"

"These two poems express a type of emotion. You have to distinguish the main point. The most important thing is to experience the emotion, and not to compare it with the words on the surface."

"Okay, okay, okay. Whatever you say is what it is. Let's not talk about this anymore, okay?"

Guo Ruihua wished he could slap his own big ears hard and secretly curse himself for saying this.

"Since you don't want to say it, then I won't ask anymore."

Guo Ruihua sighed, "Anyway, elder brother only has one sentence. If it's useful to elder brother, just say it at any time."

"Hehe, you really can't help me with this."

The weasel stood up and walked to the front of a tea flower. It put its hands behind its back and stood with its hands behind its back. It let out a long sigh and said, "It doesn't matter if I tell you. Do you know why I'm depressed? I'm depressed because of love. "

"Ah?"

Guo Ruihua was confused again. "Love? You are in love? Who is it?"

The weasel shook his head lightly." It's precisely because we didn't talk that I was depressed. "

Guo Ruihua patted his head and said, "Hey, I was wondering what was going on. It's just that I didn't manage to pick up girls, right?"

"Which girl is it? Tell me. I'll help you with a wave of assistance. I don't believe it. With Old Huang's status and identity, how can there be a girl you can't handle?"

The weasel smiled faintly. "Do you think I'll fall in love with a mediocre girl who covets my status and identity?"

"A woman I fall in love with is naturally a fairy from the mortal world who is different from the rest."

Guo Ruihua became more and more interested. "Oh, then tell me which girl it is. I also want to know what this fairy from the mortal world looks like."2

A touch of tenderness flashed in the weasel's eyes. The corner of his mouth curled up into a happy smile. His words were sweet and somewhat shy, "My fairy from the mortal world is Xia Wanxin..."

"What the heck!"

Guo Ruihua broke out in a cold sweat in shock. "Old Huang, f * ck you. Mr Ye's wife dared to hit you even if she was careful. F * ck you, f * ck you. Hurry up and give up on this idea. If Mr Ye knew..."

"Why are you in such a hurry?!"

The weasel glared at Guo Ruihua and said, "I'm talking about Miss Xia Wanxin's assistant, Qian Ye'er."

"F * ck, you scared me to death."

Only then did Guo Ruihua let out a long sigh of relief. Xia Wanxin was Ye Wuji's reverse scale. If the weasel really dared to have any ideas, he would definitely be torn to pieces by Ye Wuji.

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