Dressed as the palm of the nemesis prince

Chapter 65 Listen to this love poem

Lin Chuchu reluctantly put down her chopsticks, and after strengthening her belief in her heart, she started her "touching" acting skills.

"Hey..." Lin Chuchu sighed, her eyes were full of longing for her dead mother, and she looked "affectionately" at old man Yun beside her.

Mr. Yun was stared at by her piercing eyes, and he just bowed his head in annoyance, really wanting to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

"It's a long story, a long, long time ago..." In order to accentuate the atmosphere, Lin Chuchu stretched out her hand and gently covered Old Man Yun's clenched fist in embarrassment.

Well, according to the teachings of the acting teacher and the experience I have learned on the set, proper physical contact can help strengthen the expression of emotions and arouse emotional resonance.

But just when Lin Chuchu wanted to show her "housekeeping skills" and began to display her "acting skills" like a "Queen of Movies"——

"Hands back! Long story short!"

Gu Yijin stared at the intertwined hands of Lin Chuchu and Mr. Yun, feeling awkward no matter how he looked at them, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Lin Chuchu's wrist, with a hint of warning and danger in his eyes.

Gu Yijin, are you in menopause?are you crazy!

Lin Chuchu, whose acting mood was interrupted, glared at Gu Yijin, and after seeing the displeasure in his eyes, she politely stopped talking to him.

"I saw the love poems he wrote to my mother from my mother's belongings!" Lin Chuchu made it up succinctly.

"Love poetry?" Gu Yijin raised his eyebrows, this arty way is quite in line with Mr. Yun's "poetry fairy" style.

Ah Hang couldn't hold back his full "hungry for knowledge", and asked anxiously, "What is that love poem about?"

Lin Chuchu was puzzled and said, "Why are you so excited?"

I said it casually, isn't it just a love poem? This old man Yun has been traveling for so many years, and he has heard that he has "written" so many poems, so he can just say that one is written for my mother.

Ah Hang slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "For so many years, among Mr. Yun's poems that we have passed down in Ming Dynasty, none of them are about love!"

Lin Chuchu really didn't expect that, she looked at old man Yun with a funny look, her eyes were joking: Oh, you haven't written a love poem yet?Could it be—poof, you're still an old boy, aren't you?
Mr. Yun scratched his head and was speechless, and turned his gaze back to Lin Chuchu to retort: ​​Bah, a good man with ambitions in his home country, a hero and a martial artist, how could I be bound by those love affairs.

Of course, I have never met a fairy girl who made my heart flutter in my life.

Lin Chuchu suppressed a smile, looked around at Gu Yijin and the others' expressions of inquiry, gossip, or longing, and cleared her throat.

"Want to know what he wrote to my mother?" Lin Chuchu deliberately teased their appetite.

"Think about it!" Ah Hang and Xiao Jing both said in unison, looking forward to it.

Gu Yijin coughed lightly, stabilized his airs, and said, "Mr. Yun's writings are naturally extraordinary, if we are lucky..."

"Okay, okay, don't talk to me about those bureaucratic accents, if you want to hear it, then listen to it."

Lin Chuchu hastily picked up the chopsticks at hand, tapped the side of the bowl lightly, gave old man Yun a "reassuring" look, and recited aloud——

"Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one column to think of Huanian..."

Gu Yijin immediately looked at Lin Chuchu in shock, looking at her shining eyes, raised lips, and chic movements, what caught my ears was her chanting word by word, shocking quatrains.

"This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss."

The word "Wangran" between Lin Chuchu's lips and teeth at the end, accompanied by the crisp knocking sound, added more regret and emotion.

After the recitation, Lin Chuchu looked at Gu Yijin's dumbfounded expressions and amazed eyes without any surprise.

Old man Yun complained in his heart: You are also awesome, and you can think of Li Shangyin's "Jinse" by heart in such a hurry, which is really appropriate.

"Papa..." Gu Yijin came back to his senses, clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Good poem! Good poem!"

　Lin Chuchu: Life is like a play, it all depends on acting~Mr. Li Shangyin, I'm sorry~I gave your masterpiece to this old man Yun~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)