Hu Bayi swallowed as he looked at the poem before him.
"Boss definitely wouldn't lie to me. Boss comes from a prominent family and must have dated many rich ladies. If he wrote it this way, there must be a reason," Hu Bayi consoled himself as he reread the poem.
He had quietly forgotten that Fatty had contributed greatly to this poem. One could say that Zhang Tian was the advisor for this poem, and Fatty was the principal author. Zhang Tian had only glanced at it briefly, confirming that Fatty's writing was acceptable before letting him bring it to Old Hu.
Shirley Yang's eyes were fixed on Hu Bayi, as if he were the only star in the vast sea of the cosmos. Shirley Yang had decided that no matter what love poem or sentence Hu Bayi spoke next, she would willingly shed tears of emotion for him. Because he was worth it. Shirley Yang recalled the moment Hu Bayi saved her, his unwavering courage as he was pierced through the heart by the black snake, and his emergence from the sea of flames. Every moment continued to touch Shirley Yang's heart.
The sand swirled slowly, and the tornado had gradually approached their edges. Once the sandstorm reached them, Hu Bayi would have to protect Shirley Yang first. The wind carried by the sand blew through Shirley Yang's hair, which, despite the sun and the gunpowder explosions, still framed her exquisite face with captivating beauty.
"Mr. Hu, you..." Shirley Yang's address to Hu Bayi had changed.
"Um, cough cough, Miss Yang, I'll read it now." Hu Bayi felt a little awkward.
"That day, the sand blew through Miss Yang's hair, ah~ those hair strands like thin ropes, caressing my heart..."
"Ah~ Miss Yang, you are like a rose in the desert, dazzling and splendid, and I am like the camel, silently following behind you. We share a tacit understanding like old comrades."
"Although I look like a black donkey's hoof, I believe this black donkey's hoof will bloom with radiant splendor and be worthy of you, the rose."
"Ah~ The sky is vast and the wilderness is boundless, cattle and sheep appear in the desert grasslands. Can Mr. Hu have a chance."
(The above was dictated by Fatty.)
"Miss Yang, I, Hu Bayi, may not talk much, and my family is ordinary, but my heart is fervent. I like you, Miss Yang." Hu Bayi's face turned as red as the roots of his ears.
"Fatty is definitely mocking me! I could write better than this poem with my feet!"
"The last line must have been written by Boss, that Fatty fellow!" Hu Bayi cursed inwardly, but the words had already been spoken, and he didn't know what else to say. If Shirley Yang hadn't spoken just now, Hu Bayi would never have impulsively blurted out everything in one go.
At this moment, on a nearby sand dune, Zhang Tian and the other person were lying down, while Zhang Qilin was half-crouching.
"Boss, what do you think? Although Fatty's education isn't high, my love poems are absolutely top-notch!"
"Not only are there metaphors, but there are also old comrades. This is definitely a breath of fresh air from the organization," Fatty said, patting his chest with great confidence.
"Fatty, is this a love poem? This is a 500-word essay, and your lines..." Zhang Tian was speechless. He hadn't paid much attention back then, as the emotional foundation between Shirley Yang and Hu Bayi was already established. They were the golden couple destined by the heavens, and without interference, they were bound to succeed. Therefore, Zhang Tian wasn't too worried. But now, with Fatty's move, this long, torturous essay-like poem had stunned Zhang Tian.
"Why do I feel like Song Xiaobao is writing a poem for Haiyan?" Zhang Tian conjured an image in his mind: a dark old man writing a poem for a woman. Looking at Hu Bayi, apart from being handsome and tall, there seemed to be no other difference.
"No, no, why am I getting off track?" Zhang Tian quickly shook his head. As long as Hu Bayi wasn't at a disadvantage, it was fine.
"Boss, this is my lifelong learning!" Fatty was unhappy that Zhang Tian had an opinion on his poem and said, patting his chest.
"It truly is 'lifelong learning'. It's okay, Fatty, don't worry. Miss Yang will agree, but you need to figure out how to face Old Hu." Zhang Tian said, patting Fatty's shoulder, leaving him to fend for himself.
Meanwhile, on Hu Bayi's side, Shirley Yang was stunned. Her entire mind was a blur. If she hadn't known what modern Chinese referred to, she would have truly believed this was a love poem.
"Black, black donkey's hoof? Rose in the desert..." Shirley Yang was dumbfounded, and as she looked at Hu Bayi's face, the image of a black donkey's hoof appeared in her mind. Shirley Yang unintentionally remembered the rose in the desert. Originally wanting to cooperate with Hu Bayi and shed a few tears, Shirley Yang could no longer hold back. She covered her mouth, her eyes crinkling into crescents.
"Hahaha, black donkey's hoof, hahaha, desert rose..." She laughed heartily, and gradually, Shirley Yang became somewhat unrestrained. Her laughter was as pleasant as the ringing of bells. Since childhood, Shirley Yang had lived in a prominent family with a relatively strict upbringing. She disliked talking and even more so, laughing. Her frequency of laughter was extremely rare, yet she hadn't laughed like this in a long time. It wasn't just Hu Bayi comparing himself to a black donkey's hoof, but also the incongruous desert rose.
"This..." Hu Bayi was also taken aback by this sight. At this moment, the persona of Zhang Tian as the "King of Romance" had collapsed in Hu Bayi's heart.
"So awkward." Hu Bayi looked at the radiant Shirley Yang, recalling the lines, and his feet continuously churned in the sand, quickly digging a pit.
At this point, the sandstorm was also approaching. The center of the sandstorm began to move towards Hu Bayi. The camels began to deviate from their course, their legs trembling, and their bodies involuntarily shaking. Seeing this, Zhang Tian cast two talismans on Hu Bayi's camel. The two camels then stabilized.
"The sandstorm is here." Hu Bayi looked behind him at the apocalyptic scene and immediately ran towards Shirley Yang. With a powerful lunge, he pulled her down onto the sand. Then, the wind howled, quickly engulfing the desert where Hu Bayi was.
Amidst the swirling sand, the two looked at each other, their hearts pounding rapidly.
"Black donkey, no, Mr. Hu, what are you doing?" Shirley Yang rubbed her eyes, her voice barely audible.
"Um, Miss Yang, it's a sandstorm. Your strength is insufficient to deal with this." Hu Bayi's voice was intermittent and trembling, clearly showing his extreme nervousness.
"Boss, see? Fatty's love poem worked! Old Hu and she are kissing!" Fatty said triumphantly.
Zhang Tian was also extremely vexed. Did people in this era like this sort of thing? It was truly bizarre, too bizarre.
"Boss, next time you confess, find Fatty. I guarantee it'll be free of charge, free service." Fatty was even more smug now.
Zhang Tian swallowed. With Fatty's skills, he himself might be compared to something. For instance, a cricket?
"Miss Yang, by the way, you haven't answered my question yet." Hu Bayi felt the warmth beneath him, his heart beating faster.
"What question?" Shirley Yang's eyes flickered.
"Um, it's about us." Hu Bayi's dark face somehow began to show a rosy hue.
"After careful consideration, I've decided to give you an opportunity. I agree." Shirley Yang said seriously.
Hu Bayi heard this and rubbed his ears. Could it be that Fatty's love letter worked? Shirley Yang liked this sort of thing? Hu Bayi seemed to have opened a new world. It seemed he would have to learn from Fatty from now on. He never expected it to be so useful!