Jiang Caiwei stayed from noon to evening.

The topic of several people is really strange, and it can always be pulled to Ye Xiao's body.

After dinner, Tang Ruoxue and Tao Mei sent Jiang Caiwei and Sun Ting out of the compound, and then they went home. Tang Ruoxue lives on the third floor of the first unit of Huaxing Compound, while Tao Mei lives in the second unit, and Ye Xiao is on the fourth floor of the third unit.

The further you go into the house, the darker the lighting becomes, and the quality of life will naturally be affected. As a building near the gate of the yard, this unit is a storefront on the first floor, a house facing the street, and it is conceivable that there is no building without any blocking, and the lighting will definitely be better.

Therefore, people who can live in a unit either have great power in their hands, or they have a lot of money in their hands. Otherwise, you have to choose the house inside. For example, the house where Ye Xiao's family lives at this time.

As soon as Tang Ruoxue opened the door and entered, she saw Tang Jianguo holding a piece of letter paper in his hand and was stunned, smacking his mouth from time to time, and the whole person seemed to be attracted by the things on the letter. The moment Tang Ruoxue saw the letter, she remembered that Ye Xiao wrote this poem in a dashing manner, and she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed in her heart, why couldn't she write such good poems and words, but she still desperately looked down on Ye Xiao?

Why is that?

Is it his noble head that is unwilling to bow down to the weak, or is it his self-esteem? But why did Ye Xiao suddenly collapse this morning when he picked up the pen in his hand and wrote this song of death? So, what is the use of asking for this hypocritical self-esteem.

"Sister Shan, how about you take a look at this poem?"

Tang Jianguo shouted at Wu Shan, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, and raised his eyes to look at Tang Ruoxue and said: "Ruoxue, which of your friends wrote this poem? Is it the 'Xiao Peng' who also lives in the municipal government compound? That young man, I think he is also quite handsome, and the most important thing is that this word is also well written." The last time I dealt with his elders, they were all literate people! I have a lot of contacts with children from this kind of family, and my future achievements are amazing. ”

"On the contrary, it is the two Ye Xiao and Yang Yi who are not stingy, what about you, don't have anything to do with them, look at these two boys, singing, singing is not good, painting, and there is no talent; Ruoxue, dad asks you, is this what I just said?"

When it came to Ye Xiao and Yang Yi, Tang Jianguo's face became much more serious. Obviously, even if Ye Xiao's appearance has changed, in Tang Jianguo's heart, he still looks down on Ye Xiao and his family. This has nothing to do with appearance, but I simply don't like this kind of child born in a technical family, a child who grew up in this environment, where can there be a family that has been a scholar since he was a child and grew up with a golden key.

Tang Jianguo believes that this is obviously impossible.

"But—"

Every time Tang Ruoxue praised Xiao Peng, she felt ashamed, and every time she belittled Ye Xiao, she felt embarrassed. Dad, what the hell are you doing, can you figure out the situation by praising and scolding people, you make it a little difficult for your daughter.

Wu Shan listened to the conversation between the father and daughter in the living room, wiped her hands on the apron she was wearing, and then hung the apron on the kitchen door, then walked into the living room, took the letter from Tang Jianguo's hand, and said to Tang Jianguo: "You, you are about to praise Xiao Peng, this kid is very good, but you also-"

It's just that the words stopped abruptly, and Wu Shan stared at the letter in his hand in a daze.

After a long time, Wu Shan couldn't stop nodding while looking at it, her face was full of surprise: "Good words, good words! I really can't believe that I can write words of such depth at such a young age, and my future achievements are immeasurable." ”

"Mom, is it really that powerful?"

Although Tang Ruoxue felt that Ye Xiao's poem was really good, she didn't expect that her mother, who was the deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the Songcheng Cultural Bureau, would also give such a high evaluation.

Back then, Wu Shan was also a figure of the year at Songcheng Normal University. His attainments in ancient poetry can be described as the pinnacle.

And this Tang Jianguo is a person who dropped out of high school, Wu Shan, as a well-known figure, is naturally arrogant, and he should not look down on people like Tang Jianguo.

But Tang Jianguo, a person with a flexible brain, after a glimpse of Wu Shan's peerless graceful face, he didn't think about tea and dinner all day long, tried countless methods, and didn't let Wu Shan look at himself more.

In the end, I heard that Wu Shan was very happy about ancient poems, so Tang Jianguo naturally took advantage of him and asked someone to send a copy of Wang Guowei's "Words in the World" from Kyoto. This can make Wu Shan very excited, she has long coveted this book, but she has been empty in her pocket, so she temporarily broke off this thought.

Since then, the relationship between the two has heated up rapidly, and finally gave birth to Tang Ruoxue.

"What, doubting your mother's eyes?" Wu Shan glanced at Tang Ruoxue, her expression was fascinated, "I think back then, your mother was ......"

Tang Ruoxue saw that Wu Shan was about to mention her demeanor back then, and immediately learned Wu Shan's tone: "But the man of the year of Songcheng Normal University, in terms of attainments in ancient poetry, I dare to say second, no one dares to call it first......"

"Okay, you little girl, play your mother, right? Wu Shan scolded with a smile, and was about to pounce on Tang Ruoxue, "It's not big or small, see if I don't tear your mouth." ”

Tang Jianguo saw that the two of them were arguing like children, so he hurriedly scolded: "Okay, Sister Shan, don't make trouble." If this is the case, Xiao Peng's future is really on the rise, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he has ascended to the sky in one step. ”

Wu Shan sat in the seat, and when she heard Tang Jianguo's words, she said angrily: "Okay, Tang Jianguo, if Xue doesn't believe in my vision, I'll forget it, you bad old man still don't believe it." I don't want to think about the people who chased me back then, and they lined up directly from the cafeteria to the school gate. ”

"Yes, yes, yes. How could I not believe you. It's just that it's still a little jaw-dropping. Although I am not a professional, I can also see the quality of this poem. ”

Tang Jianguo was so tickled by Wu Shan's charm at this glance that he hurriedly begged for mercy.

"But—"

Tang Ruoxue said timidly: "There is even more surprise!"

"More surprised?"

The two spoke in unison, curious about what the "surprise" in Tang Ruoxue's mouth meant.

Tang Ruoxue didn't sell it, the ridicule on her face surfaced, and she looked at the shocked eyes of the two and said, "This poem was not written by Xiao Peng!"

"Didn't Xiao Peng write it?" Tang Jianguo's eyes widened, and then blurted out, "Then Jiang Caiwei wrote it?"

Tang Ruoxue shook her head.

"Not yet?"

Wu Shan pondered for a long time, silently went through the list of participants in the poetry meeting in her heart, first excluded Ye Xiao and Yang Yi, and then crossed out Xiao Pengjiang Caiwei, chose one among the remaining people, and asked in a speculative tone: "Could it be that Zimmer wrote it?"

In her opinion, if Zimmer wrote it, it would have shocked her very much, so Wu Shan used the rhetorical question of "Is it difficult" to express extreme surprise. In the usual poetry meetings, she would look at the poems brought by several people at the end of the poetry meeting and make corresponding comments. So Zimmer's level, she can be said to be clear.

But apart from him, the level of poetry of others has not caught up with Zimmer. Even Tang Ruoxue doesn't seem to have inherited a single star of Wu Shan's talent in this regard. For this reason, Wu Shan often joked that Tang Jianguo's genes must be too strong, so that his daughter would not follow her at all.

But Tang Ruoxue still shook her head.

"Not yet?"

Tang Jianguo snatched the letter paper from Wu Shan's hand, his eyes were only ten centimeters away from the paper, and he stared at every word on the letterhead, stroke by stroke, trying his best to identify which person's handwriting it was.

Half a minute later, he gave up and began to guess blindly: "Sun Ting?"

"It's not. Tang Ruoxue still shook her head.

"Tao Mei?" Wu Shan guessed.

"Wang Hao?"

Tang Ruoxue still shook her head.

"Could it be—"

The two said in unison: "Is it Ye Xiao?"

"Congratulations, you got it right!"

Tang Ruoxue looked at the two of them with incredible faces, and smiled, her eyes like stars.

She got up and walked towards her room, leaving the two of them with round eyes and red faces, and sat still.

Boom!

Tang Ruoxue quickly closed the door, leaned her back on the door, thinking of Ye Xiao's arrogance and uninhibited in class, the one way she wrote the word "Leaving the Dead", and the calmness of the ancient poem Solitaire, her heart suddenly pounded.

Pretty face climbed crimson.

And ashamed to go, leaning on the door and looking back, a song with a soft heart!

To be continued.