Five hundred and thirty first chapters literary talent
Yang Lan looked at Li Xiaoyao in a daze, as if she wanted to find some trace of obscenity on his face, but found that the man in front of him had changed his face and could not find any trace of obscenity at all.
No matter how you look at him, he belongs to the category of handsome young man, and he also has a face that looks like a good guy, which makes Yang Lan very uncomfortable with Li Xiaoyao's transformation.
Next, Li Xiaoyao's words and performance shocked Yang Lan even more. If he was almost a ruffian before, now he is full of aristocratic temperament. He even wears the same clothes, and the two faces are different.
Next, the feeling is completely different.
After the conversation, Yang Lan took the initiative to help Li Xiaoyao unlock the handcuffs. Because he was not the wanted criminal Li Huanran, he could not be convicted. At this time, because of the sudden change in the other person's appearance, Yang Lan's anger was reduced by more than half.
, this is probably something Yang Lan himself did not expect.
The person in front of me is handsome, elegant in conversation, and exudes an aristocratic temperament.
"Throughout the ages, things have changed and people have changed!"
Yang Lan looked at Li Xiaoyao's exaggerated changes and sighed sincerely.
Unexpectedly, before Yang Lan finished speaking, Li Xiaoyao actually said: "In the world, only Jiangshan is immortal."
"Ah! So you understand this poem too!"
Yang Lan was shocked that this gangster actually knew such a beautiful ancient poem, and he still opened his mouth to answer it, looking calm and confident.
In less than half an hour, Yang Lan's attitude towards Li Xiaoyao had changed from extremely disgusting to quite favorable. When Li Xiaoyao accepted this poem, Yang Lan's last trace of disgust towards Li Xiaoyao was also left behind.
"It's just a matter of reading some ancient poetry occasionally in my spare time, it's just arty!"
Li Xiaoyao said in a gentle manner, and his spirit was somewhat similar to that of a handsome scholar from ancient times, especially the way he shook his head slightly when he spoke.
"It must be a lie, just pretend! Let's see how long you can pretend!" Although Yang Lan didn't hate Li Xiaoyao at this time, he still held grudges.
"Thousands of mountains and rivers lie across the mountains. I wonder where you will go when you are tired of traveling."
Yang Lan groaned again, raising a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth, wanting to see if the other party could still stand up to him.
"Do you know that the red candle in the small window illuminates this desolate night?"
There was a sadness in Li Xiaoyao's voice, but he matched it word for word, which shocked Yang Lan. If it was possible that he was deceived once, but he was afraid that he would not be deceived the second time.
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Yang Lan looked at Li Xiaoyao steadily, thinking rapidly in his mind, and suddenly smiled and said: "Jianjia is green, and white dew is like frost."
Li Xiaoyao smiled slightly and found that Yang Lan seemed to be very unconvinced and actually brought up the Book of Songs. He immediately replied in a deep voice: "The so-called beauty is on the side of the water!"
While speaking, Li Xiaoyao elegantly extended his index finger and pointed at Yang Lan, with an expression of indescribable contentment.
"No! Could it be that the questions I asked were too easy?"
If Yang Lan looks at Li Xiaoyao like a monster, not everyone likes to study poetry as much as she does.
"I don't believe it's hard for you!" Yang Lan said fiercely in her heart.
"The moon is shining brightly!"
Yang Lan slowly opened his mouth to read, but found that Li Xiaoyao was finally silent. He probably couldn't answer. However, even so, Yang Lan thought that he had done a good job in this regard. After all, he was only a high school student.
Li Xiaoyao thought for a while and then smiled and said: "Miss Yang, you seem to be bragging. If you are right, the meaning of this sentence should be that the moon will be so white and bright when it comes out!"
Yang Lan was shocked. He didn't expect that the other party thought he was boasting. Could he really answer the question?
"The translation of the last sentence should be radiant beauty, so beautiful and moving! If I remember correctly, the original sentence should be the moon is shining brightly, and the outstanding people are shining! It comes from the Book of Songs, Guofeng, Chen Feng."
Li Xiaoyao said calmly and confidently, which made Yang Lan finally admit in his heart that Li Xiaoyao's attainments in ancient poetry, at least he definitely knew as much as he did.
"Li Xiaoyao, I didn't expect you also like ancient poetry!"
Yang Lan smiled and felt a little admiration for this guy in his heart.
"Haha, I'm just bored and moaning for no reason! In fact, I was really interested in classical culture for a while, so I know a few poems."
Li Xiaoyao said with a smile, keeping his tone modest and low-key, which almost made Yang Lan wonder whether this person had changed his face and brain at the same time.
A shameless gangster? A handsome scholar? How can these two types of people be reflected in one person?
Yang Lan sighed, and suddenly a beautiful poem by a certain poet rang out, and she read: "If I were a snowflake, flying gracefully in the air, I would definitely know my direction, flying, flying, flying,
There is my direction on this ground."
Her voice was soft and graceful, which made Li Xiaoyao secretly surprised. It turned out that this cold policewoman also had such a tender side. When Yang Lan was reading poems, her unfocused expression added a bit of charm to her, which made Li Xiaoyao secretly surprised.
Xiaoyao couldn't help but be amazed at her beauty.
"Grandma, let's be more playful today and conquer her heart with her best poems!"
Li Xiaoyao secretly thought in his heart, and immediately took a deep breath and continued: "I won't go to that cold and lonely valley, I won't go to that desolate foothills, and I won't go to the deserted streets to feel melancholy. Flying, flying, flying, you see, I have
My direction!"
As he chanted, Li Xiaoyao made gestures naturally, as if he was in the beautiful poetic mood.
Yang Lan was filled with surprises. She didn't expect that she could find a soulmate, so she immediately continued to read: "Juanjuan is flying in the air, identifying the quiet residence, waiting for her to come to visit in the garden, flying, flying, flying,
Ah, she has the fragrance of cinnabar plums!"
Li Xiaoyao smiled slightly, walked out of his seat, walked to Yang Lan's side, and then said in a low and mellow male voice: "At that time, with my lightness and body, I caught her skirt and got close to her.
Her gentle waves of mind melted, melted, melted, melted into her gentle waves of mind!"
After the two finished reading the poem together, they actually looked at each other and smiled, and Yang Lan's impression of Li Xiaoyao became complicated.