What does this feel like?

Why is he no longer allergic to classical music, but he still can't find any poem to describe it?

Meng Xinzhi interpreted Nie Guangyi's preoccupation as regret for missing the award. She carefully changed the topic: "Does Mr. Nie want to know details that have not been written in history?"

Nie Guangyi's eyes lit up. He didn't bother to think clearly about the inexplicable feelings first, and directly began to express his appeal: "Yes, yes, yes, tell me something that is not in history." "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" lays out five

With layers of paint, he painted more than 300 houses, more than 20 pavilions, and nearly a hundred ships, all of which were visible to the naked eye.

"Okay, I said before that I dreamed of taking the entrance exam for the Hanlin Academy of Painting. But when you asked me, I didn't know all the answers. It's because I didn't take the entrance exam myself, but pushed me to take it.

That person went outside to take a look."

"Pushing?" Nie Guangyi quickly grasped the key point.

"Yes, push." ​​Meng Xinzhi affirmed.

"What kind of pushing? Rubbing shoulders, pushing and shouting? You were a man in the dream."

"No, I'm still myself." Meng Xinzhi said, "I'm pushing a wheelchair, and the person sitting in the wheelchair is Wang Ximeng."

"Wheelchair? Did Song Huizong have a wheelchair at that time?"

"Yes. Zhuge Liang had it at that time."

"Wait a minute!" Nie Guangyi suddenly raised his voice, "Who did you just say was sitting in the wheelchair?!"

"Wang Ximeng."

"Wang Ximeng from "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"?"

"Yes." Meng Xinzhi was ready to receive all the questions about Wang Ximeng from the excited Nie Guangyi.

I just heard Nie Guangyi say: "How did you push the wheelchair!"

"Ah?" Meng Xinzhi said in surprise: "Push it with your hands."

"What I want to ask is, where did you push the wheelchair? Where was the exam held?" Asked here, Nie Guangyi suddenly changed his words, "No, no, no, no, none of this is important."

"Ah?" Meng Xinzhi was asked and only the modal particles were left.

"Wang Ximeng! That was the same period as "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"! Have you ever pushed a wheelchair through a certain street in Bianjing City? Have you seen what the restaurants on the street are selling? Are you in a dream?

Do you have a sense of smell? Are there any of those lost snacks that are fragrant all over the streets?"

"..."

In the eyes of most people, @phanyu should be a very "tough" reader.

When Piao Piao met Huan Yu, he was first and foremost an author.

I still remember that there is such a scene in Huan Yu's debut novel "I'm Really Not a Rich Second Generation".

It is said that foreigners can count sheep if they cannot sleep, but Chinese people cannot.

According to Huan Yuda, foreigners count sheep because sheep (sheep) are similar to sleep (sleep).

Is it true? With an IELTS writing score of 8.5, this is the first time I’ve heard of it...

Huan Yu also said that if Chinese people want to count, they must count dumplings. (That’s what he did!)

One dumpling, two dumplings, three dumplings...

Translated it is——

One sleeps, two sleeps, three sleeps...

(Why does it get weirder the further you count?)

Piaopiao doesn't understand very well, so I just want to ask you, is Huan Yu's numbering method serious?
Chapter completed!