Chapter 1770 (2/2)

This song ”magpie bridge Fairy” in the previous life almost everyone knows, but in this world has not been handed down.

Xiao Yunhai plagiarized the ancient poetry, all the people inside and outside the house were stunned.

”As soon as the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they will win over countless people. If the two love for a long time, it is not in the morning and evening. What a beautiful mood. ” Bai Huijie's eyes are full of obsession.

Lin Lu said, ”sister Wanqing, do you know this poem of elder martial brother?”

Zhao Wanqing shook her head and said, ”I don't know.”

Meng Xuewei said with a shocked face: ”this is not what he just made it?”

Lin Lu Lu showed an unbelievable look and said, ”how can it be? If it is improvised, is it still human? ”

All the people outside the house recited it silently. Seeing Xiao Yunhai's eyes full of admiration, they raised their thumbs one after another and said, ”you are too cow.”

Xiao Yunhai said, ”don't mention poetry. Neck, do you remember that? Read it again. ”Huang Bo nodded and recited the poem again in an emotional tone. He said, ”wife, have you passed the customs?”

Zhao Wanqing said, ”you can pass. But I want to ask your third brother, what is the name of this poem

Xiao Yunhai told a lie and said, ”haven't you got a name yet?”

Zhao Wanqing said, ”OK. Listen, when you go home, write me three poems similar to it, or you will kneel on the washboard for me

”Ha ha ha.” The crowd laughed again.

The second level is naturally over.

”The third song for the bridegroom is a guitar on the left. We think the singing is sincere and touching, even if we pass. ” Lin Lu Road.

Looking at the guitar, Huang Bo said: ”third brother, please accompany me. I want to sing your fairy tale.”

Xiao Yunhai picked up the guitar, adjusted the tone, and said, ”no problem.”

”I forget how long it was before I heard you tell me your favorite story...”

Huang Bo's voice was low and full of magnetism, which was very recognizable. His singing skill should be regarded as professional. After a fairy tale was sung, it was unanimously recognized by the bridegroom group outside, and the applause all started.

Bai Huijie smiles on her face. She gets up and wants to open the door. Zhao Wanqing stops her.

”This song is too old for our ears to hear. It can't move us at all. Neck, don't you have a love poet there? Let him improvise a love song for both of you. If we are satisfied, we will open the door for you. ” Zhao Wanqing deliberately gives Xiao Yunhai a difficult problem.

Xiao Yunhai said: ”my wife, I'm married to Huijie. What kind of love song do you want me to sing. Isn't this trouble? ”

Bai Huijie said: ”third brother, sister Wanqing is right. When you two got married, you wrote ten new songs in one breath. They were all very nice. I hope you can write a love song for my neck and me. It would be better if we could sing to each other. Husband, what do you say

Huang Bo said, ”that's right. You're right, wife

Xiao Yunhai cursed: ”neck, which head are you? How can you pick up the bride if I can't think of it? ”

Huang Bo said with a smile: ”third brother, help me. I believe you, there must be no problem. ”

Other members of the bridegroom's group were not afraid of the big things, and they were clamoring one after another.

Xiao Yunhai said without good breath: ”shut up for me. Who has a pen and paper? ”

”No They all shook their heads.

Zhao Wanqing took out a diary from her bag, tore out two of them, together with her pen, handed it to Lin Lu and said, ”we have. Lin Lu, open a crack in the door and send out the paper and pen. ”

Lin Lu nodded, opened the door, gave them the paper and pen, and then quickly closed the door.

Xiao Yunhai said, ”you are stupid. What a good opportunity just now, why don't you know how to squeeze in. ”

Zhang Guoyang said with a smile: ”we all want to hear your new work, so we have no intention to break the door by force.”

Xiao Yunhai shook his head and said helplessly on his face: ”I'm almost pissed off by you.”

Xiao Yunhai picked up the paper and the pen, pretended to feel like it for two minutes, and then began to write.