Chapter 221 220. Kuang Biao’s Poem

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

Zhou Qian came over at some point, staring at the tall, straight stem of the sunflower and the huge round flower on top, and couldn't help but sigh, "This stem is really straight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huai Yu 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...

All I heard was a pretentious deep voice, with a weirder and more greasy aria, reciting a sour poem in a rhythmic way.

"You are at the far north, and I am at the far south."

"Pull the longing to the other side thousands of miles away."

"The hearts of the mad tigers on the other side are connected."

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

Huai Yu's face was as wrinkled as the mutated green date he had eaten from Uncle Zaozi, and Zhou Qian's expression also became strange.

After a moment, they both shuddered at the same time, and then began to rub their arms rapidly: "Oh my god..."

Zhou Qian even asked: "If Xiaokui really produces fragments of love, will you still be able to crack the melon seeds?"

Huaiyu's face became even more gloomy.

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

At this moment, it is saying affectionately: "Xiao Kui, do you like this poem? The first time I saw you, this poem naturally flowed through my empty body. It was written for you, and it is the manifestation of my lifelong literary talent. Are you moved?"

"Will you love me more?"

Xiaokui didn't answer.

Huaiyu and Zhou Qian couldn't listen any more. She really hated herself for being so bored and going to the bamboo forest to read a book! Now looking at the large field of motionless sunflowers in front of her, she couldn't bear to look at it!

Zhou Qian, however, was unwilling to give up and tried to sow discord: "Kuang Biao, didn't you say that you like sunflowers that are bright, quiet, gentle, and can compose poems? Why is it your turn to compose a poem now?"

"What do you know?" Kuang Biao was still immersed in his incredible literary talent, and even replied lazily at this moment: "It looks so beautiful, and the flowers are so big. It's nothing to be unclear, quiet and beautiful."

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

"That's what it's like to meet true love. Everything looks good to it."

Okay!

One sentence hurt two people.

Zhou Qian is really a single dog. Huai Yu is single now but he was blind before.

The two couldn't stay here any longer, the sun was getting higher and higher, so they decided to go back inside to escape the heat.

Without a fan, the room was still filled with heat, but the bamboo tunnel was still as damp as a steamer. It was probably impossible to escape the heat today. The two of them could only fan themselves with the small fans they found in the junk pile, and sighed at this moment: "The love-brained bamboo is really scary."

Zhou Qian also said sadly: "Sunflower won't really fall in love with it, right? Kuang Biao's bamboo is a whole, which one did Sunflower choose? The biggest and tallest one?"

"It's impossible to have a whole conversation."

Huaiyu nodded: "It's the tallest one. It's the only one that has mutated. The others just have high pollution values, just like the vegetables in the garden. They have no other consciousness."

The two of them couldn't help but sigh at the same time at this miserable relationship.

But before the sighing sound lasted long, I suddenly heard Kuang Biao shouting through the window:

"Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu!"

"Why is Xiaokui ignoring me? Does it think I'm uneducated?"

"Or is my poem too subtle and euphemistic?"

"When you read that poem before, I clearly felt it moving!"

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu!"

Huai Yu opened the window helplessly: "Stop chirping and just talk about your love quietly." It was hot and it chirped like a cicada, too noisy.

But Kuang Biao didn't listen at all. He only knew that Xiaokui had grown up and bloomed, but he was indifferent to its affectionate confession and even ignored it.

In the past, every time I read poetry, it still fluctuated.

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

"Just read the one it likes best."

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

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

"It's up to you whether you want to give it away or sell it for money. I've been with you for so long. After all, I'm a bamboo that has made some contributions, but not all of them, right?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Just read it to me! With some emotion, okay?"

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

Huaiyu: ...

People should not bow down for a few pieces of silver.

But Kuang Biao had five mu of bamboo shoots! It was just because he gave her too much, and she was now determined to earn more points.

Huai Yu agreed silently, picked up the sinning book "Growing Towards the Sun" and slowly walked to the edge of the bamboo forest.

She opened the book and saw that it started with the poem she had recited so many times that she was tired of reciting it. At this moment, she couldn't follow Kuang Biao's request to "read with emotion" and she couldn't pronounce every syllable.

However, five acres of roasted bamboo shoots were waiting in front of him. Huai Yu opened his mouth, but his heart was as still as a pool of water.

"Golden, majestic sunflowers..."

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

No way? Is this okay?

With this great shock, she read aloud with a much louder voice——

"The sun casts its shining feathers upon her clear and beautiful flowers..."

"Ouch!" Kuang Biao suddenly cried out! Huaiyu's poem came to an abrupt end, and she looked up: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," Kuang Biao said aggrievedly, "Maybe I have tasted the bitterness of love. Just now, for a moment, my leaves were so hot and painful."

"But it doesn't matter to me. Just keep reading the poem! The little sunflower has been moved. Its petals have been adjusting like waves... Is it trying to find the perfect angle to see me from the largest angle?"

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

But the poem in front of her was very short, and after three or two sentences, she was forced to start reading it from the beginning again.

When he read to the middle of the poem again, Zhou Qian in the room suddenly opened the back window, squinted his eyes and looked at the leaves on the top of the bamboo shoots, frowned and said, "Why are there suddenly so many spots of light up there?"

He wondered curiously: "There are no reflection points nearby... Could this be its new mutation direction?"

Huai Yu also raised her head while holding the book. After taking two steps back, she successfully saw the golden spots on Kuang Biao's body. This made her wonder: "Kuang Biao, do you want to gild yourself?"

As soon as the words fell, the golden spot on the bamboo leaf suddenly darkened and turned yellow, and then quickly turned into a dark brown focus, as if it had been burned by something! Update 2, good night.