Chapter 1022

Chen Fulin smiled and asked, "did you forgive me? Give me an address. I'll call on you tomorrow with the moon group and wine. "

Mr. Zhuang shook his head. "I believe you, but it's better to talk about the past. It's best not to meet again in the future."

Chen Fulin: "why?"

Mr. Zhuang sighed, "I've always been afraid of meeting old friends. Isn't lord Chen afraid at all?"

Chen Fulin choked at Mr. Shangzhuang's eyes and couldn't speak for half a sound.

Mr. Chen and Mr. Jiang, who came out of the distance, met and shook their heads and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen kuanhe, a famous good man, and Mr. Zhuang is also a broad-minded man. How can they not deal with it?"

Mr. Jiang said with a smile, "don't you have a bad temper? It's the same as writing pens. Some pens look good, but they don't fit your hand. Don't you get together?"

Mr. Chen: "... Is Mr. Zhuang's pen more suitable for you, or Mr. Chen's pen more suitable for you?"

Mr. Jiang laughed and said, "there's no such metaphor as you. Be careful, Lao Zhuang will come back and settle with you."

Well, Mr. Chen understood without his answer.

Man Bao, who is still standing on the highland, three Mr. Zhuang and Chen Fulin, who are staring at the distance and talking, have a heated discussion, "you say, what are the grudges between Mr. Zhuang and him?"

Bai Shan's eyes were good. He could see their faces and said, "your face doesn't look like a quarrel, but your husband is very polite and doesn't seem to know each other very well."

Bai Erlang: "Mr. is not a stingy person. I think it can't be a problem left over from fighting at school. It must be a feud."

Bai Shan had a headache. "What kind of hatred would it be?"

Just guessing, the three saw Mr. Zhuang stand up and go. They immediately turned and ran down, "Sir, are we going home?"

Mr. Zhuang said with a smile, "what's the hurry? I brought you to the poetry fair. At present, the results of the evaluation have not come out. How can I go first? By the way, what poems have you made today? "

Bai Erlang first raised his hand and said, "Sir, I didn't write poetry."

Mr. Zhuang understood him, nodded and said, "if you don't do it, don't do it. But when you go back, you can't stay in bed. After getting up early every day, you should first read poetry and prose in the garden for two quarters of an hour, and then go to school with breakfast."

Bai Erlang:

Mr. Zhuang turned to the other two. "What about you?"

The four masters and disciples returned to the atrium with words. It happened that everyone's poems had been written, and the judges were about to evaluate them. One poem was being opened for everyone to enjoy.

Zhang Hui took out the top three evaluated by them and said with a smile: "today's poetry Fair has yielded quite a lot. I have three good poems to enjoy with you, especially Bai Shan's one..."

Mr. Zhuang didn't have time to hear the poem from Bai Shan. Wen Yan turned around and looked at him. He didn't have to say it again. He went directly to see it.

"... let's take a test of GUI Xiang's words under the moon. Zu wishes Hsinchu to go around the Phoenix pond..." Mr. Zhuang nodded approvingly and said to Bai Shan: "you finally touched the edge of writing poetry, ha ha..."

Mr. Jiang was standing not far away. He heard his smooth laughter and asked with a smile, "you are a good disciple. This is the top of today's list."

His voice just fell. The referee standing above was already looking for Bai Shan.

Man Bao and Bai Erlang immediately pushed Bai Shan up happily.

The next step is the old routine of the poetry club. As an elder, I will encourage the younger generation, and then give them the prize they get in public.

As the top of the list, Bai Shan got the special colored head of Mohui garden. After that, Zhang Hui clapped his hands, and someone lifted a pot of flowers. Bai Shan looked at it. It was the ink chrysanthemum they had just enjoyed in the morning.

Zhang Hui said with a smile: "chrysanthemum is proud of the wind. This ink chrysanthemum is even rarer. The ink color is noble. White little Lang, I hope you can be as fearless of autumn cold as this ink chrysanthemum and open up in the literary world."

Bai Shan: "... Yes, I will live up to adults' expectations."

He looked at being placed in the middle of the table for people to watch, then turned his head and looked at the envious eyes of everyone. Finally, he could only silently take back his eyes and look at man Bao.

Man Bao opened his mouth wide, and his big eyes stared at him. They all felt that this one was a little lost.

Bai Erlang also opened his mouth, then lowered his head and couldn't help laughing.

Man Bao couldn't help choking him and whispered, "what are you laughing at, fool? Are you losing money, too?"

Bai Erlang muttered, "if he is good, he will give it to you first. I don't want it."

Mr. Zhuang also looked at the black chrysanthemum and couldn't speak. Mr. Jiang looked envious, "the chrysanthemum is about to open. Lao Zhuang, I'll go to you to enjoy the flowers later."

Mr. Zhuang glanced at him and asked, "do you like it?"

Mr. Jiang nodded and said, "I like it."

"That's for you."

Mr. Jiang: "

He looked at Mr. Zhuang suspiciously, "are you kidding or..."

Mr. Zhuang: "seriously."

"Don't you ask your disciple?"

"He will." Then he waved Bai Shan, who was just stepping down, and said, "Mr. Jiang likes ink chrysanthemums."

Bai Shan immediately said, "give it to Mr. Jiang. Let the servants move out and send it to Mr. Jiang's car later?"

When Mr. Jiang saw that he had no strength at all, he believed that he really didn't like the ink chrysanthemum, but why?

He looked back and forth at their teachers and disciples and asked, "don't you like ink?"

No, they don't like manbao's ink chrysanthemums and flowers. They still like them very much, on the premise that they can't be the ones manbao bought from outside.

So everyone glanced at man Bao.

Man Bao coughed and nodded: "yes, we all like bright colors, such as red and yellow. The brighter the color, the better."

Mr. Jiang:... I didn't expect Mr. Zhuang to look elegant, but he likes such vulgar colors.

In that case, Mr. Jiang was very happy to accept the gift.

He turned to see Chen Fulin, who was talking to others, but his eyes were always on this side. He simply did it to the end and asked Mr. Zhuang's master and apprentice to say, "the first name has been determined. Your disciple will at least become famous in this film after today. If you spread this poem to the outside, it will only be a matter of a moment, so we don't need to stay here any more, Go out for lunch together? "

Mr. Zhuang took the opportunity to invite, "why don't you go to me? There are not only cooks cooking at home, but also osmanthus wine I brought from my hometown. Today is the Mid Autumn Festival. It's just time to have a drink."

Mr. Jiang couldn't help but be happy. "Didn't you quit drinking?"

"Well, it seems that I will break the commandment today."

They looked at each other and laughed.

Man Bao, Bai Shan and Bai Erlang, who don't like drinking, looked at them inexplicably. They didn't know what was funny.