Marvel's Movie Destruction

Chapter 8: Exporting into Poetry

I have to say that, like the original male protagonist, using the life experience that Ruth has never touched can definitely stir up an unworldly girl’s heart, but the consequence of doing so is to abandon the entire aristocratic class.

It is true that this Ruth in front of him is very big, it is not right, it is very white, it is not right!

Forget it, let’s not talk about it, anyway, that’s what it means!

Li Qingyuan forced himself, raised his eyes slightly, and aimed at Ruth’s face.

This woman was absolutely deliberate. She actually dressed like this and jumped into the sea, and she didn’t know what she thought.

The eighteen-year-old Winslet is definitely at the peak of his appearance, and the round and spherical object in the future is completely at two extremes.

The current Winslet, no, it’s Ruth!

Ruth’s body shape is the kind of fat that men think of, as the so-called fat, fat, thin, thin, this kind of figure can definitely be called a peerless beauty in the Tang Dynasty plus a body that is almost naked. The dress is really hard to concentrate.

Fortunately, as a middle-aged man with a mental age of close to forty, Li Qingyuan has now passed the age of blood and energy. He controlled himself with great perseverance and tried to pretend to be nonchalant.

“This poem was sent by me just looking at the starry sky. I didn’t expect to meet such a beautiful lady at this time!”

“Ruth Dewitt Bookert, it’s nice to meet you!” Compared to other people’s discrimination against Orientals, Ruth, who is silly and sweet, doesn’t have that kind of concept. Instead, she stretched out her hand very happily. Li Qingyuan introduced himself.

After all, in her cognition, an artist who can write such an aesthetic poem is worthy of admiration and admiration.

“Qingyuan Li, Miss Ruth, I am also very happy to know you!” Holding Ruth’s little white hand, Li Qingyuan showed a harmless smile.

The two soon talked about the so-called art of poetry, even though he said that the poems written by Westerners can also be called poetry? But it did not prevent him from using it to fool the silly white sweet chick in front of him.

At any rate, he is also a legendary street writer. He knows all these words well. If he meets those masters who are proficient in literature, he will be vulnerable, but he is used to fool such aristocratic File size sister Ruth. It’s more than enough!

“Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves!” Ruth muttered the two poems she just asked from Li Qingyuan, and instantly felt that she was almost wet.

She was able to write such touching language, and the poet from the Qing Dynasty in front of her immediately made her feel like she hated not meeting her when she was not married.

No way, literary and young girls, especially those girls like Ruth who have not been beaten by the society, always have a lot of unrealistic fantasies.

If Li Qingyuan’s mission in this world is to take Ruth down, then he can now declare that the mission is complete.

It’s just a pity that his mission is so frantic, so he can only push away Ruth, who is about to stick to him, with a pity, and keep a little distance between the two.

No way, he still needs this silly Baitian and her fiancé’s contacts to clear the relationship for himself.

Pushed away, Ruth File Size realized how frivolous she was just now. Although the British do not pay as much attention to the affairs of men and women as the Orientals, but they have just met each other, so it is indeed somewhat Arrogantly.

“Well, I just wanted to discuss poetry culture with you!” Ruth decided to save some points for her presumptuous behavior, at least not to let the distant Eastern poet in front of him regard herself as a frivolous woman.

“Ms. Ruth, your knowledge of poetry makes me admire. For an intellectual woman like you, I can’t find a second one in London!” It is true that he can’t directly push the horse for the smooth completion of the task. You can say a few good things without spending money. Maybe you want to use her to change your taste after completing the task in two days!

The awkward atmosphere between the two was immediately swept away, and they sat down on the bench together to study the so-called poetry.

“Mr. Qingyuan, I found the person you were looking for!” A panting Jack ran up from below the deck. Just now, he used his special skills and learned the position of the black market merchant on the ship from the Gypsy girl. Mi rushed back, ready to find the bully for a reward.

To know that the total area of ​​the Titan Nick is close to an ordinary township, Jack can find his mission goal in a short period of time, which can only be said to be the son of luck in the plot.

But when he saw Ruth sitting side by side with Li Qingyuan, he suddenly felt that something important in his life had been taken away.

“Hello, beautiful lady, my name is Jack Dawson, and I am glad to meet you!” Jack quickly sorted out his embarrassed appearance from running, and then approached Ruth with the most perfect smile.

Ruth raised her head and nodded slightly. Her mind is now full of the verses Li Qingyuan said to her just now. If it weren’t for the good education all the year round, she wouldn’t want to care about this guy who suddenly popped out.

“I am…” Seeing Ruth being quite indifferent to him, Jack quickly raised his voice and prepared to start his own pick-up mode.

Of course, this girl seems to have a fiancé, and by the way, she is still a first-class sister File Size, and she seems to have some good feelings with her new employer by the way.

but!

What’s wrong with this?

He Jack Silver Gun. Professional maintenance of home appliances for 30 years. Dawson, how can he give up his goal because of such a small difficulty.

“Jack, what do you think is the most thought-provoking sentence in Shelley’s Ode to the West Wind?” Li Qingyuan asked calmly when he saw that Jack, the bastard, wanted to pry the corner face to face.

“Ah… ah… Shelley… the west wind from the snow?” Jack was suddenly speechless. He learned a pretty good sketching technique by relying on his ability, and relying on his ability to pretend to be a wandering painter all day long. , Can indeed hook up a lot of ignorant girls.

But what did you tell him about Shelley or Byron?

Do you think he has money to study?

“If I’m a fallen leaf floating with you, if I’m a flying cloud with you Flight!” Although Jack didn’t know, Ruth, who was a literary girl, immediately replied.

“I like Shelley’s two poems the most, they are simply the sweetest interpretation of love!”

Looking at the two guys talking weird words, Jack felt that his outlook on life was under attack.

Can you call a poem even with that shit sentence?