Chapter 67: Tang Xueming's Invitation

"No, grandpa, just look at it, I don't think he wrote this poem, but I searched the Internet for a long time, and I couldn't find where this poem came from. With that, Tang Kexin showed Tang Xueming the song Farewell Kangqiao.

He also used to be a teacher, and later became the director of the education bureau, after retirement, he read books at home, practiced calligraphy, sometimes when he was interested, he would also write a poem or two, he was not satisfied with the poems he wrote, there is still a gap between ancient poetry and modern poetry, and modern people simply cannot write the beautiful rhyme of ancient poetry.

Therefore, Tang Xueming didn't pay attention to the poem written by this classmate that Tang Kexin said.

It's just that when he saw a sentence in the poem, he was stunned.

Gently I went, just as I came gently, and I waved softly to make the clouds of the western sky.

......

Tang Xueming had to admit that this poem was better written than any of his poems, and he asked Tang Kexin in surprise: "Kexin, you mean, this poem was written by your classmate, right?"

"Yes. ”

"What is his name, and under what circumstances did he write this poem?"

"His name is Zhang Xiaoqiang......" Tang Kexin didn't tell his grandfather that this was a love poem, but just said that Zhang Xiaoqiang was idle and bored, writing and playing.

"Zhang Xiaoqiang?" Tang Xueming muttered to himself, why is this name so familiar, suddenly, he remembered, some time ago, the student who won the first place in the competition was not called Zhang Xiaoqiang? Yes, it was the student who had met in the library and liked to watch the Romance of the Warring States Period!

"Kexin, do you have his phone number, I want to invite him to our house. ”

"Huh?" Tang Kexin opened his mouth wide: "Grandpa, you want to invite him?"

"That's right, this poem is very beautiful, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that such a good poem was actually written by a junior high school student, you give me his phone, I call him. ”

"Okay. ”

Tang Kexin carefully took out a note from the mezzanine of his wallet, on which was a mobile phone number, Tang Kexin was a little puzzled, why there was no mobile phone, I wanted to ask Tang Kexin, but I quickly understood.

However, he didn't blame Tang Kexin, he was very open-minded, took the note, and immediately called Zhang Xiaoqiang.

In the past few days, Zhang Xiaoqiang has received a lot of strange calls, and it is a supernatural world, and it is a folk ghost story, he is about to have a phobia, the mobile phone rang, and when he saw another unknown number, he didn't think about it, and hung up immediately.

"Hmm, why did you hang up?" Tang Xueming didn't give up, and hit again.

Tang Kexin next to him was dumbfounded, although his grandfather had retired, there were still many people begging him to do things, every time someone came to him with a gift, he would sneak out quietly and let people take the gift.

Like today, my grandfather actually wanted to invite a junior high school student to come to the house as a guest, but he never had one.

The phone was finally connected, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's somewhat unhappy voice came: "Who are you and what's the matter?"

Hearing the strangeness in his words, Tang Xueming smiled: "Classmate Zhang Xiaoqiang, am I bothering you, or will you come back to me when you are free?"

As soon as he heard the voice of a kind old man, Zhang Xiaoqiang's attitude, hurriedly made a 360-degree turn: "Don't disturb, don't bother, who are you?"

"I'm Tang Xueming, Tang Kexin's grandfather, we met. ”

"You are Tang Kexin's grandfather, we met?"

"That's right, the first time was in the bookstore, when you were watching the Romance of the Warring States with relish, and the second time was in the competition, and you won the first place. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little impressed, and hurriedly said, "Grandpa Tang, do you have anything to do with me?"

"It's okay, it's just that Kexin showed me a modern poem you wrote, and I want to invite you to my house for dinner and ask you for advice. ”

"Grandpa Tang said with a smile, I should ask you for advice, Grandpa Tang, you give me the address, I'll go over now." ”

"Good ......"

After hanging up the phone, Tang Xueming smiled and said to Tang Kexin: "Kexin, go to the kitchen, you give me a hand, I will cook myself today!"

"Grandpa, is Zhang Xiaoqiang coming over?" Tang Kexin's eyes widened, his face was incredulous, first, he didn't expect Zhang Xiaoqiang to really come over, let alone that grandpa would actually cook in person!

"That's right, Kexin, you have to have a good relationship with Zhang Xiaoqiang, he can write poems with this kind of artistic conception at a young age, which is really unusual, and he may be able to become a master-level figure in the future. ”

"Grandpa, the relationship between people and Xiaoqiang is just a simple classmate. Tang Kexin looked like a petite child, a little shy.

Tang Xueming laughed: "Kexin, I'm just talking casually, what are you shy about, of course, if you want to have a relationship with Zhang Xiaoqiang, I won't say anything, haha!"

"Oh, grandpa, you're so nasty!"

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For Zhang Xiaoqiang, in fact, he didn't want to participate in this invitation, because he was really busy, not only to update the super soldier king, but also to write the manuscript of the supernatural world and folk ghost stories, as well as the book he planned to publish.

However, Tang Xueming's grandfather has dedicated a lot to education, and he has retired, but he still cares about the students all the time, not only organizing this competition out of his own pocket, but also often caring about some students who have difficulties in life.

After receiving the address from Tang Xueming, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a shower, changed his clothes, and then went out.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Xiaoqiang knocked on the door.

Tang Kexin came over to open the door: "Xiaoqiang, are you here?"

"Hmm. Zhang Xiaoqiang carried the fruit he bought into the house, and then looked at the layout in the living room.

In the end, it is teaching and educating people, the whole room is full of antique atmosphere, the walls are full of some calligraphy and paintings, although the furniture is old, but it is very clean, it can be seen that Grandpa Tang Xueming is a very simple person in life.

"Xiaoqiang, here. Tang Xueming walked out of the kitchen and tore off the apron tied around his waist: "Kexin, what are you still doing, hurry up and pour tea for the guests, I'll wash my hands first, and we'll eat right away." ”

"Got it, grandpa. ”

Watching his grandfather wash his hands, Tang Kexin said while pouring tea: "Didn't you tell me that you were going to your grandmother's house? ”

"No, I'm so busy, how can I have time to play!" Zhang Xiaoqiang explained.

"It's all on vacation now, what else can you be busy with? You wait and see, I'm not done with you, hum!" Tang Kexin raised his pink fist.

At this time, Tang Xueming came out of the kitchen with stir-fried vegetables: "Kexin, are you bullying Zhang Xiaoqiang, I can tell you, Zhang Xiaoqiang is a guest, you are not allowed to be unreasonable." ”

"Without Grandpa, I didn't bully him. ”

"It's okay if you don't have it, let's go serve the food, we'll start eating. ”