It turned out that there was so many meanings in a sentence, which was really interesting. Everyone calmly waited for Bai Youmo to talk about the artistic conception of the second half of the sentence.

"But... the scene of this pair with the second half of this poem has changed again." Bai Youmo knew that he could not be too enchanting, so he had to give Ye Xiaoyue some face.

Bai Youmo paused for a few seconds, and the neon lights shone on the faces that everyone longed to know the answer. Bai Youmo smiled evilly in his heart and continued: "On a night with the bright moon hanging high, I was walking by the lake, looking at the lake, and seeing the reflection of the moon in the lake, I felt a little lost in my heart, and the loneliness arose from my heart..."

Everyone vaguely guessed that Bai Youmo wanted to speak carefully from beginning to end, so they did not blame Bai Youmo for repeating this paragraph, but instead listened with relish.

"So I sat on the grass by the lake, looked up at the moon in the sky, and looked down at the reflection of the moon on the lake. I fell asleep deeply. While I was half asleep and half awake, time passed, and the dew wet the corners of my clothes and didn't notice it. Why?" Bai Youmo looked at the melon-eating crowd in the dance hall and suddenly asked.

"Why?"

"What's the why! You ask us why?"

"You tell a story and actually ask us why?"

Many people can't wait to know why, so they are a little irritated.

Bai Youmo just wants them to be irritated so that they can concentrate on listening to stories.

"Because of loneliness, my mood was naturally bad. Then I had a dream, dreaming of a fairy dancing on the moon, and that dance... Oh! Great! That figure... Oops! It's really amazing!" Bai Youmo didn't know how to describe the non-existent fairy, so he could only use an exaggerated tone to make a good look.

"Damn it! How beautiful is that? And it's dancing on the moon..." A man was imagined by Bai Youmo's exaggerated expression, and he actually drooled in his ears.

The entire dance hall was trapped in a beautiful imagination. Bai Youmo saw a hint of jealousy in Ye Xiaoyue's eyes. Bai Youmo quickly said with endless reminiscence: "This fairy makes my heart lonely and feel very happy. Guess who this fairy is? Her name is in the poem!"

"You still need to guess this? Ye Xiaoyue!"

"Ye Xiaoyue!"

The audience cheered Ye Xiaoyue's name. Bai Youmo glanced at Ye Xiaoyue again. Ye Xiaoyue's eyes were a little red, and there was no jealousy of dried vegetables. Bai Youmo saw Ye Xiaoyue walking towards him, and before he could react, he felt someone hanging around his neck.

Ye Xiaoyue's silver hair made her white and her cheeks a little itchy.

After hugging each other for a while, Ye Xiaoyue turned around and smiled and said to the people in the dance hall: "This is the best gift I have received! Thank you, my husband!"

Ye Kuangge felt a little unhappy. He actually had an unknown secret: "Damn... he actually made this kid get out of the predicament with just two nonsense. He can no longer be imposing!"

"After everyone hear such a nice story, let's go to the restaurant to have a meal?" Ye Kuangge grabbed the microphone and said to the people in the dance hall.

But no one seemed to pay attention to him. A yellow-haired woman in a black dress walked to Bai Youmo, grabbed Bai Youmo's arm, and said coquettishly: "Can you write a poem for me?"

This is simply a question for Bai Youmo! If he doesn't agree, he seems to have no gentlemanly demeanor. If he agrees, Ye Xiaoyue will not be able to scratch him hard?

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!