"Yes, it is also related to lamps. My family has been making lamps for generations, and we make all kinds of sky lanterns and lanterns. In the future, I want to write your poem on the lamps in my house, so that people will know it when they see this poem. It¡¯s my lamp.¡± said the landlady.
Yun Ruoyue held her forehead and asked for poetry, and it was related to lamps. This landlady is really a poetry fanatic!
She remembered a poem related to lamps, but she only remembered the last sentence, and could not remember all the previous ones.
She had no choice but to clear her throat and said: "Okay, the last song. People looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looked back, and there he was, in the dimly lit place."
At this point, she suddenly stopped and stopped reading!
Everyone was stunned, "Sir, what's next? You continue to read!"
Yun Ruoyue raised her head, pretending to be cold and unwilling to say anything, and said: "There is nothing more below, only this sentence!"
"What? Only this sentence? No more below? This, this is so uncomfortable. I really want to know what is below!"
¡°It¡¯s just that if we stop here and don¡¯t say anything, it¡¯s like the authors who wrote the storybook suddenly stopped writing, so that we can¡¯t see the follow-up. This is too tortured!¡±
¡°He actually stopped at this most worrying place, it¡¯s simply too much!¡±
"Don't push me, the master doesn't want to say anything. Even just one sentence shows that the master is very powerful!"
Hearing what everyone said, Yun Ruoyue wanted to laugh, but she still held it back with a cold face.
It¡¯s not that she doesn¡¯t want to say it, it¡¯s that she doesn¡¯t remember it, so she can only pretend to be cold and silent.
At this time, the proprietress gave Yun Ruoyue a thumbs up and said: "What a poem, sir, you are really amazing!"
The shop owner said: "It's an honor for us to know the young master. Dare you ask him his surname? I want to write his name and poem on the lamp in my house!"
"Boss, my friend's name is Yunli." Yang Fei said proudly.
Yun Ruoyue didn't want to say her name at first, but she didn't expect Yang Fei to say it so quickly, and she had no time to stop it.
She could only smile stiffly: Don¡¯t be weird, bosses, let the little girl show off her holy clothes, otherwise it will be difficult to get along here!
Yang Fei looked at Chu Xuanchen on the left and Yun Ruoyue on the right, with a look of pride on his face.
He is so lucky to know two such powerful people!
"One is good at martial arts and strategy, and the other is good at literature and medicine. They are like gods fighting magic. He can't take his eyes off them.
At this time, everyone dispersed, and Yun Ruoyue said to the landlady: "Bosswoman, do you have a writing brush here? I want to write on the sky lantern to pray for my family."
"Yes, sir. Come, I have plenty of brushes here, here you go." The landlady said, and quickly handed a brush to Yun Ruoyue.
"Thank you." Yun Ruoyue got the brush and started writing on the sky lantern.
When writing, she deliberately covered it with her hands to prevent Yang Fei and Chu Xuanchen from seeing it.
She wrote: "May my husband return safely, may Nanfeng and Xing'er grow up healthily, and may our family of four be reunited soon - Yue'er."
If she can, she is really willing to use everything she has, even her life, to exchange for Chu Xuanchen's safety and the health of her children.
Seeing that Yun Ruoyue deliberately blocked the writing, Chu Xuanchen did not take a peek.
Since Yunli has his own secret, he will not pry into it.
He picked up the brush and thought about what he wanted to write on the sky lantern.
He lost his memory, and now he is alone, without any ties, and seems to have nothing to write about.
Looking at Yun Ruoyue's sad expression, he sighed softly and wrote on the paper: "I hope A Li can find his lover - Feng Jin as soon as possible." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com