Zhao Changhuan was suddenly stunned, and three question marks seemed to appear on his head: "???"
Liu Yifei immediately understood that he would be wrong, sobered up and lowered his head, and his eyes were closed: "That, that, I mean..."
I don't know how to explain it, Liu Yifei's brain seems to be confused!
Zhao Changhuan understood something, and immediately, he laughed directly on the side: "You nizi, it's a day of nonsense, shouldn't you think that I like you?"
"Just. ahem: It's not that I'm thinking nonsense. "
Liu Yifei raised her head and looked resolute: "It's clear that what you said is too misleading!"
"What did I mislead you?" the corners of Zhao Changhuan's mouth turned up slightly.
"You said to me: Honey..." Liu Yifei's head lowered again.
Zhao Changhuan suddenly laughed again: "You, it's not you who asked.. I mean, the name of my next show is Darling!"
"Then you also said that you want to write poetry for me just because I like it!"
Liu Yifei spoke again.
Zhao Changhuan suddenly stood up and leaned in, face to face, and put his face in front of Liu Yifei: "Yes, as long as you like, I can write countless poems, even if it is okay to have one capital a day, as long as you like it." "
"Look, you're misleading me again!!"
Liu Yifei immediately leaned her upper body back and twisted her head to the side: "If you are like this, everyone will think that you like each other!"
"Yes?"
Zhao Changhuan pouted, and then laughed again: "Then you should treat yourself as if I like you." "
Hearing Zhao Changhuan's words, Liu Yifei's head seemed to have another white smoke, and the whole person was almost cooked in shame!
"Haha, just kidding, okay, put on a mask, I called the waiter in, gave him the menu, it's time to eat!"
Seeing that Liu Yifei was about to faint, Zhao Changhuan also put away his heart of teasing.
Like Liu Yifei, he is not yet, he just likes to tease people.
After a while, all the meals came up.
However, just as Zhao Changhuan and Liu Yifei were about to start eating, there was a knock on the door in the private room.
Helplessly, Zhao Changhuan and Liu Yifei put on masks again.
When a public figure is such a bad person, he is always afraid of being discovered and causing a sensation, so that he cannot live freely.
Opening the door, what greeted Zhao Changhuan was the old man in front of the hotel before.
The old man smiled and had a friendly attitude: "Hello, hello, we met in front of the store just now, I am the one you wrote poetry last time." "
"I know. Zhao Changhuan also responded politely, and then asked puzzled: "Old man, you are looking for me, is there something wrong?"
The old man was also not verbose: "Young man, it's like this, I was outside the store just now, I read your two words, I really like it, so I want to ask, do you have the intention to put these two poems of yours in the Huaxia Poetry Newspaper?"
"Huaxia Poetry News?"
Zhao Changhuan was slightly surprised: "Isn't that a newspaper under the Huaxia Poetry Association? It is said that it only puts poems by members of the Poetry Association, and I am not a poet of the Huaxia Poetry Association. Doesn't fit, right?
"
"Nothing out of place!"
The old man smiled: "As long as you are willing, you can immediately become a member of the Chinese Poetry Association, you have this qualification!"
"I don't know if you are, old man?" asked Zhao Changhuan.
The old man introduced himself: "Vice President of the Huaxia Poetry Association, Sun Cai!"
Zhao Changhuan was suddenly shocked!
On the side, Liu Yifei was also surprised to the extreme!
That's a coincidence!
"Well, well, if you can make these two poems eligible to be listed in the Huaxia Poetry News, I can authorize it. "
Zhao Changhuan nodded.
"Very good, then these two poems, I will calculate them for you at the price of one hundred words!"
Old man Sun starts at the price.
"The price doesn't matter, old man, you just look at it. "
Zhao Changhuan didn't care much about the price, he wasn't the one who lacked money.
And it's not a word sale, it's just a right to publish.
Granting a right can pull a relationship, this kind of thing, why not?
"By the way, young man, I don't know your name..." asked Old Master Sun.
The old man is also a big man, and there is no need for Zhao Changhuan to hide.
So, Zhao Changhuan directly took off the mask: "My name is Zhao Changhuan." "
"Zhao Changhuan?"
Seeing Zhao Changhuan's full face, Old Master Sun was slightly stunned, and then he was shocked: "The Zhao Changhuan who filmed "The Story of the Loyal Dog Bagong", "I Am Not the God of Medicine" and "The Legend of Sword and Fairy"??"
Unexpectedly, he was already famous to this extent, Zhao Changhuan smiled slightly: "That's right, that Zhao Changhuan is me." "
I said, why are these two poems so bleak and sadistic..."
Old man Sun touched his beard: "The feelings are made by your little rabbit cub, and now, everything seems normal!"
"Old man, you were obviously very polite just now. Why are you so angry all of a sudden?"
Seeing the old man's fierce appearance and a rabbit cub, Zhao Changhuan was very confused.
Old man, this is also too fickle!
Hearing Zhao Changhuan's words, Old Master Sun exploded at once: "You said, why did you write Zhao Linger to death!"
Zhao Changhuan: "... "
Liu Yifei: "... "
Yes, this is clear, the emotional old man is still a loyal audience of "Immortal Sword"!
On the side, Liu Yifei took off her mask.
The old man was suddenly shocked: "Ling'er?!"
After glancing at Liu Yifei and then at Zhao Changhuan, the images of Li Xiaoyao and Zhao Linger immediately appeared in the old man's mind.
Immediately, the old man laughed thoughtfully: "I understand, I understand, you can't be together forever in the TV series, you can also be together outside the TV, haha, old man, I ate you couple!"
Zhao Changhuan: "... "
Liu Yifei: "... "
"Old man, what do you say!" Liu Yifei was immediately shy!
Zhao Changhuan immediately led the topic: "By the way, old man, don't you tell us about the things we are here today, as well as the poetry, you don't need to hang my name, just hang up other names." "
I can't hang this up, you can name yourself!"
"That... It's called Qian Hua. "
These poems are all poems of Chinese poets in previous lives.
Zhao Changhuan gave himself the pen name Qian Hua, and would like to pay tribute to all the poets of China in his previous life.