1.27             I’m talking about the boy’s crazy

Afterwards, he got up from the bed and went to the yard for a long time. He also watched the news with his cell phone. Seeing that his mood calmed down, he put away his cell phone and slowly turned around and walked. He was about to go to the bedroom, but he walked to the study.

So, Brother Zhang came to the desk just by mistake, walked slowly, took a black neutral pen and white printing paper, and thought for a long time, but didn't write a single word, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

There was no choice but to take those to the yard, sit quietly at the table in the yard, quietly looking at the street lights, moonlights, and stars. After waiting for a while, he had feelings and slowly wrote on his notebook.

This simple mood text is: "The moonlight and starlight under the branches and leaves make me unable to help but count the stars in the sky. I wonder who will think of the dewdrops tonight?"

However, when he was about to continue, the sky began to become darker and there was no light in the yard, so he had to stop writing, sigh, and thought to himself: "It's so difficult to do something by yourself! I want to write a simple text, but it's also full of twists and turns."

In fact, it is normal for him to have a good time to write without writing. He has to play with everything all the time, like happy education is the foundation of a prodigal family. Robots need a lot of training to become smarter. People are even more cultivated for decades to gain a foothold in society and learn from time to time.

Suddenly, a few raindrops fell in the sky at this time. Brother Zhang was not too pessimistic. Instead, he remembered Xin Qiji's words and wrote a few sentences. This is: "That's a bright tone. I feel a little sad now."

Naturally, he didn't think anything was wrong, or should have changed his mind. On the contrary, he was comparing in his heart: "I am not Yu Dafu, nor in Nanyang, but in China. I can't be so compassionate to the world because of the strong fists. The truth is within the range of the cannon, so I won't be bullied." Thinking of it, I clenched my fists.

However, this ghost weather didn't know this, just knew it, slowly adding weights to it.

So, Brother Zhang couldn't help but shake his head. Suddenly, he seemed to feel a thunder sound from his feet. Suddenly, he felt that the thunder seemed to be about to cut through the sky of Fenglin City at this time. The reason for this feeling was that he always thought it was Hangzhou. In fact, he also knew that this was not Hangzhou, nor Bianzhou.

So, how could this give birth to the passionate poems that belonged to him at this time? After all, he was not Su Dongpo of the Song Dynasty. Besides, even if he had the talent of Su Dongpo, what could he do?

In modern society, Zhang Yi Ge never seemed to have heard of a person making a living by writing poems and lyrics. He never believed that Jiangnan Province's happy education is good, and he even held his feet on the reform of mathematics and physics education. He couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the news.

Instead, he felt that he was not on the shore of Xizi Lake in Hangzhou, and no longer worried about the world as before. Thinking of the world where he was at this time, he suddenly felt a little cold on his body. When he returned to his room again, he couldn't help but think: "Since I can't sleep, I might as well face it calmly." Thinking of it, he sat on the side of the coffee table, put tea and some mineral water into the stainless steel blowing pot on the induction cooker, boiled a pot of thick tea and drank it slowly to relieve the depression in his heart. His thinking was still repeated over and over again, without any new ideas.

Many people have said that drinking strong tea at night is not conducive to sleep. In response, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, thinking: "This is a plausible view. If a person does this for a long time, there is no problem; on the contrary, if he doesn't drink some tea, he will not be able to sleep." Thinking of it, he took his cell phone and called, "It's all because of the biological clock."

Later, when he saw someone in the circle of friends asking about it, Brother Zhang laughed and thought to himself: "It's so late, there are so many Japanese who haven't slept." Thinking of it, he replied to the message, "I have always had this habit. This tea is green tea, and it can be used to boil it to remove the cold air, so as not to hurt the spleen and stomach. This is the method of drinking tea from the ancients."

Seeing someone asking, Brother Zhang replied: "This is proved by ancient Chinese poems. However, I can't remember it at this time." The man may have found the result, so he did not ask further, but said thank you.

Looking at his works, Brother Zhang thought while drinking tea: "Today, as a husband, I talk about young people, and I don't lead a dog or look up to the sky. After all, the incident of shooting the sky wolf is too long. I am not a writer, nor a writer, so I will not be a young man to make new words and make a fuss about my young man."

Obviously, this is his adaptation of the poems of Su Dongpo and Xin Qiji. However, he made it feel a little bit like this by him. However, the chapter was messy. However, this shows that his thinking was messy at this time. There is no need to explore the specific reason. Some people say that they have no money and are not human in this era.

Brother Zhang Yi had already picked up the teacup and drank quietly, thinking to himself: "I don't know what to say about the maple forest in Jiangnan after a few years of storms. Now, I want to find a clean place and it is not easy to set up a study." Thinking of it, I gently closed my eyes and rested.

Not long afterwards, I saw his circle of friends saying, "I'm not a pretentious lover." Looking at the barking of the dog outside the window, I thought to myself, "Who knows who he is? If you want to get out of the box now, it's even more difficult to get out of the way. Don't think about it if you don't have time to fight for a bloody path with time. Unless he was born with a golden key, he must have the ability to keep his family's wealth." Thinking of it, he lost his sleepiness for a while.

At the same time, Zhang Yi Ge thought to himself: "Now, I only have a study, but I envy the ancients. It is a world of wind, flowers, snow and moon. People at that time could live slowly. I dare to ask where the way is."

Seeing that he had posted this, I couldn't help but frown and thought to myself: "This gives people a feeling of some white papers." Thinking of it, seeing that he deleted all the previous words, I thought to myself, "Besides, Fenghua and Xueyue are also suspected of repeated and long-lasting. If you don't say anything else, you can tell his level. He does love ancient poetry."

Putting down the phone, Brother Zhang put down the tea cup, patted his forehead with his hand, and thought to himself: "That feeling, I want to continue now. But, all this is very difficult. It is difficult to continue!" Thinking of it, he took the phone and wrote it on, "This is also adapted from the words of the world. Business people also like to copy plagiarism, it is understandable."

Instead, when I saw that his circle of friends had deleted this, I couldn't help but smile and thought to myself: "Businessmen are just cunning rabbits, and there are always several caves. They even made many jackets."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!