The West Lake under the night is also extremely beautiful.

The West Lake embankment is dotted with colorful lights. The willows and peach trees that intersect each other on the embankment are bright and dazzling light belts. The lights are reflected on the lake surface, causing the waves to be shimmering and beautiful.

The Juxian Pavilion on the middle of the lake is as beautiful as a painting under the decoration of the light, like a graceful and dignified beauty floating on the water. The plain lake surface also reflects its scenery and reflects it into brilliance. The Baoshu Tower on the distant mountains is beautiful and beautiful, and under the lingering of distant mountains and near waters, it further highlights the dreamy beauty of West Lake.

Tourists are full of tourists, willow branches swaying, the breeze is breeze, and the blue waves are rippling.

The West Lake under the night is filled with light. Under the dazzling lights, it is like a peerless beauty in costume, presenting a quiet but stunning beauty.

"If you want to compare West Lake with Xizi, it is always appropriate to apply light makeup and heavy makeup."

Ye Junlang couldn't help but speak, and his poetry was in full swing.

The Shenyu gave Ye Junlang a white look and said, "How come this famous quote that has been passed down through the ages makes you feel the taste change when you say it? It's a bit weird."

Ye Junlang quickly said seriously: "Shenyu, no matter what, I am also a security guard at a key university in the country. Our Jianghai University has a deep cultural heritage and a strong cultural atmosphere. I am a security guard in it day and night and have become more cultural. I don't say it and become a poem, but it is still okay to recite a few ancient poems under the circumstances. Now, the beautiful scenery of West Lake at this night in front of me is very suitable for me, which makes me feel excited about poetry."

"It's the same as true. Can you still be influenced by the so-called cultural atmosphere with a hooligan nature like you?" Chenchenyu angrily saw Ye Junlang and said, "You have a few more poems to see."

"When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake be done outside the mountains? The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they turn Hangzhou into Bianzhou." Ye Junlang almost instantly.

Chenyu's eyes lit up, he said in surprise, "Oh, it's not bad. Let's have another song."

"Wait."

Ye Junlang spoke, and he stood by the West Lake, looking into the distance, looking at the shimmering lakeside mountains and rivers, as if something was brewing.

The beautiful eyes of Shenyu turned, and when she looked at Ye Junlang's serious appearance, she couldn't help laughing and could not help but cover her mouth and smile.

This guy must be too exhausted and embarrassed to admit it, so he pretended to be profound.

The heavy fish did not expose it, and stood beside Ye Junlang. She was determined to see what else Ye Junlang could think of when he racked his brains.

"Can't think of it? Do you want me to help you?" After a while, Chenchenyu blinked and asked with a smile.

"I have it!" Ye Junlang suddenly spoke, looked at the Shenchenyu, and said, "Shenqi, I'm afraid it's going to disappoint you. I remembered another poem."

"Oh? You might as well tell me." Chenchenyu smiled.

"Then I'll just say it, you listen carefully."

"What are you talking about? Don't delay time, you'll just say it."

"Cough cough--" Ye Junlang cleared his throat and then recited a poem, "The flowing light overflows the West Lake and the water and mountains are infinitely beautiful. If you make West Lake a beautiful woman, you will not be as good as a makeup for a fish."

"Who wrote this poem? Why don't I remember such a poem..." Chenchenyu said in surprise.

Bang!

At this time, Ye Junlang took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly spit out smoke from his mouth, with a momentum of pointing out the country. He said slowly: "The great poet who wrote this poem is far away from the sky and is close to him."

"Why do I say that this poem does not rhyme at all? It sounds strange. It turns out that it was a limerick written by you guys." Chenchenyu spoke, and she reacted, but after savoring Ye Junlang's limerick, a blush couldn't help but climb onto her cheeks.

The first two lines of this oil-produced limerick written by Ye Junlang praise the beauty of West Lake, but the last two lines are a change of tone, implying that if West Lake is treated as a beauty, then compared with Shen Chenyu, it is not as beautiful as Shen Chenyu's face.

Chenchenyu gave Ye Junlang a blank look and said, "You guy is OK. You can pick up girls in a row. You have learned how to pretend to be literary. With this method, you are afraid that you have deceived many women's feelings, right?"

This matters is about fame, so Ye Junlang dared not be vague. He hurriedly said, "Principal Chen is wronged. The so-called good sentence is obtained by a wonderful hand. Besides, do you think I am the kind of person who recites poems with the right day of wind, flowers, snow and moon? The conscience of heaven and earth, I can guarantee that the poem was my first time just now. However, I am willing to give it to Principal Chen first for such a first time."

"You, you're going to die. You bastard, everything you say seems malicious. Can't you say something like a normal person?" Chenchenyu was shy and annoyed, and kept pinching Ye Junlang.

Ye Junlang laughed, reached out to hug the heavy fish's *** and walked by the West Lake where the weeping willows were rosy.

"Do you like that poem just now?" Ye Junlang asked with a smile.

"Hmph, I ignore you!"

The dried fish snorted, turned around, but couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth.

Ye Junlang was about to say something, but suddenly he frowned and felt something was wrong.

Even at night, there are still tourists by the West Lake. On the bench under the weeping willows, there are some resting tourists sitting, bursts of laughter and joy echoing in the air, constantly spreading evil seeds.

From the surface, everything seems ordinary and nothing special.

But just now, Ye Junlang clearly sensed a few rays of obscure gazes looking at him and Shen Yu.

If it were someone else, it would be difficult to capture and sense such obscure eyes, but for Ye Junlang, who has extremely keen perception, he felt something, and he could sense it with his extremely terrifying intuition about danger.

"Is the Jiang family going to take action?"

Ye Junlang's eyes sank, and there was a sharp murderous intent showing.

If someone is already ambushing here and staring at them, this area will become very unsafe.

If only Ye Junlang was the only one, it would be fine. No matter what kind of siege and kill trap, he would just use his strength to break the deadlock, but there were heavy fish around him. He had to treat it carefully and must not let the heavy fish have any danger.

"Hey, aren't you quite good at speaking? Why did you become mute all of a sudden?" Chenchenyu saw Ye Junlang suddenly become a little abnormal and stopped talking. He couldn't help but glance at him curiously.

Ye Junlang was still as if nothing happened on the surface. He smiled and said, "I have thousands of words in my heart. I can't finish talking to you in my life. You can listen with your heart."

"I'm sorry, I want to ask for a beating again, right?"

The heavy fish snorted.

Ye Junlang smiled, and he reached out to hold the Shenyu's shoulder, almost protecting her in front of him, and then said, "Come with me. If something happens later, don't talk or say anything, just follow me."
Chapter completed!