Chapter 19

The pseudonym of the French poetry collection has not been finalized.

‌Come, worried that the real name will cause trouble for people surnamed Wei. Secondly, Lan Tang developed a choice phobia and refused to sleep. He pulled him to chat in the middle of the night, especially wanted to take a perfect French pseudonym.

Aso Qiu also simply played with Lan Tang, "You won, choose other pseudonyms, I won, choose Jean Nicholas."

——Jean Nicholas.

Cuihua, your surname is Wang Daniu.

The combination of this name shocked Lan Tang, and the punching speed slowed down. He looked at Qiuya's "fist" blankly, and then his "scissors", and his mentality collapsed. Aso Qiuya touched Aso

Touching the lover's head, he laughed: "This is the choice of the Stone of Destiny. Don't think so much, the pseudonym brings contrast and cuteness."

Lan Tang humbly curled into a group and said pitifully: "It will be considered a Chinese who is randomly named."

Aso Akira Akira, "I won't."

Lan Tang was confused: "Why?"

Aso Qiu also resolved this problem for him: "In the propaganda slogan, it will state that you love the French culture of the 19th century. Besides, Lan Tang's poetry style is a bit retro." The subtext is: It is not a poet who can take it casually.

The pseudonym is the poet expressing respect for that revolutionary era.

Lan Tang's eyes lit up. He accepted this answer, but he still disliked Qiu Ye's naming level.

"Okay, I lost the game, I can only listen to you."

"My wife is awesome!"

The person who speaks is also a name that can give the pseudonym "reader".

Aso Qiu turned off the lights in the living room, Lan Tang got up on the sofa, but was amused by Qiuya's new actions. Aso Qiuya also squatted in front of him, Lan Tang lay on his back and opened his ears.

long curly hair.

"Akiya, did you leave the Yokohama Concession by carrying me like this?"

"Um."

"What were you thinking at that time?"

The poet Lan Tang's thinking is always active, with rich association, and intertwined with fantasy sensibility.

Aso Qiu also took Lan Tang back to his room to rest. His body behind him was warm and he was close to him, which made people love him. He replied without hesitation: "I thought I would be good to you in my life and would not let you suffer such harm again."

It is his luck to pick you up. No matter how dangerous the world is, he can still have a beautiful love relationship with beautiful people.

The young black-haired man carefully put the lover he had longed for on the bed.

The French are smiling sweetly.

The extraordinary ability has not awakened, but the most powerful space power is hidden in his eyes, shining golden light, which makes people intoxicated, as if they can see the poetic world of "Colorful Paintings Collection". The ancestor of the three-dimensional surreal poetry

, the French transcendent of the two dimensions, and the two form the unique Lantang.

Aso Aki also whispered in a low voice: "Go to sleep, tomorrow is a new day."

Tomorrow will be better.

For example, you, me, this world will eventually lead to a peaceful and prosperous world.

...

A few months later.

With the strong support of the publisher in Paris, France, the collection of poems "Letters of the Spirit" took root in France.

‌The novel collection of poems caused a great response in France.

The poet Jean Nicholas is famous.

There are some interesting stories about the brilliance. People with different abilities generally have a literate cultivation, and most of them like to read. According to a survey by governments in various countries, the stronger the people with different abilities, the more they understand.

I appreciate learning, and occasionally write in self-entertainment, hiding it and not showing it to others.

Especially the international arena has faded, there are too few readings available, and there are also people with extraordinary abilities.

‌With good works, they are destined to flow into the circle of the French alien world.

Everyone knows that these people are all wandering.

The French government is still nervously sending people with extraordinary abilities to participate in the war, fighting with other countries to the death. I don’t know that the people with extraordinary abilities in their base camp are still relaxing in their private holding the collection of poems.

There are too many contemporary transcendents in Britain and cannot fight. They rely entirely on alliances to withstand pressure. Occasionally shout the slogan of France's victory. There are not many transcendents in Germany, so it's better to let the big guys take over. What about German transcendents?

People like Goethe, Schiller, etc. are not questions that ordinary people with extraordinary abilities should think about.

Isn't it good to be alive?

During the Battle of Changnan Island, France, which was once rich in ancestors, would definitely not be a defeated country.

French people who did not participate in the war started to communicate in private.

"This collection of poems is pretty good. I'm giving it to me, it's a style that I haven't seen."

"A nineteenth century work?"

"No, the poems written by the newcomer seem to be works sent back to China by French people who went abroad."

"O God! I don't look like a newcomer at all, I have a good grasp of the rhythm of poetry."

"That song "Vowel" is so weird..."

"You didn't understand!"

"Did you understand? Thank you, don't pretend you seem to be so powerful."

"Ophelia? Is this poem related to the opera I read? Hiss... It actually wrote about the person in "Hamlet", the playwright in "Hamlet" is Shakespeare, a famous British transcendent.

!I have watched the opera he created no less than twenty times!"

"Shh, let's say a little bit, don't just talk about the British transcendents, they're still fighting."

"The French are not inferior to those mean British guys!"

"We are the supernatural powers!"

Without leaving any more, several people who were communicating became hostile to Britain, causing the people who were accused of watching opera to hide with embarrassment on their faces.

Those with different abilities usually occupy the position of society. With the trend of taking the lead, they can perform upward and downward, and the popularity of surrealistic poetry is beyond the expectations of the French literary world. To a certain extent, Lan Tang realized his wish, his

Poetry came to France, to Charlesville, to the sight of those acquaintances who went there.

After losing his identity as a psychic, Lan Tang's talent was recognized by the people of the motherland.

The desolate French literary world has been injected with new forces.

This is a genius!

The success of publishing foreign poetry indirectly led to sales in Japan. France's manuscript fee was paid for three months. Lan Tang caught off guard when he received the franc from his motherland and looked at his achievements shinyly.

The franc is printed with the portrait of the French king, holding a sharp sword, solemn and majestic.

Aso Qiu also took advantage of his love to take it away and took it away with the other party's earmuffs and replaced it with a new cat earmuff.

The beauty with long curly hair wearing cat ears also blinked at him and fired him.

"Qiu Ye, I succeeded!"

Aso Qiu also used the newly bought wallet to pack the banknotes for Lan Tang and handed them to Lan Tang's hand. Lan Tang held them tightly, as if he had hugged his own dream.

"Your reputation will spread throughout France and become a new generation of genius poets."

"No one is blocking you."

Aso Qiu is also happy.

Lan Tang, you don’t have to please anyone, use your talents to conquer the poetry world in this world!

This time, Weirren won't make you close the pen so early.

Aso Akira also talks about the topic: "I will consider my new work later, and I can't be defeated by Lan Tang."

Lan Tang smiled: "What's the point of defeat? I can't compare to you in Japan."

Aso Qiu also hooked Lan Tang's gloves with his fingertips and took them off. Lan Tang's skin was the whitest complexion he saw, with black and white skin, long curly hair, and was worthy of the French bloodline on the other party.

"I want to write a story, such as the amnesia-lost French lady falling in love with a country boy?"

"puff."

Lan Tang pushed his chest with his hands and said playfully: "I'm not the French lady."

Aso Aki also asked back: "What are you?"

Lan Tang was stopped by him and almost got a bad idea: "I...isn't right, I'm a French poet!"

Aso Qiu also took his earlobe in his mouth and murmured jokingly: "Really?"

Lantang suddenly became as quiet as a statue.

poet.
To be continued...