Along the way, no one in the family of three spoke, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly silent.

When he got home, Chu Minghai closed the door and walked quickly to the house, Chu Feng didn't have to think about it to know that his father was going to take a broom to serve him.

Sure enough, when he came out again, Chu Minghai took a coarse broom and shouted angrily: "Chu Feng, don't you think you don't mess with me enough, those things have been forgotten before, and you actually beat people again, if I didn't come forward this time, you would have been in prison, do you know!"

Chu Minghai was very angry, although Chu Feng would not be in prison for too long, but he was still just a student, if he really squatted in, not only his family would be affected, but even Chu Feng himself would have a bleak future.

Chen Xiu hurriedly stopped, Chu Xixue also ran out when she heard the sound, her face changed and she opened her arms in front of Chu Feng: "Dad, you can't beat Chu Feng, it's none of his business, it's that Wu Hongjun ...... first"

"Xiaoxue, you get out of the way for me, don't speak for this bastard this time!"

"No, Dad, it's really that Wu Hongjun......"

Chu Xixue anxiously explained that when Chu Feng was beaten by his parents since he was a child, Chu Xixue would come out to plead...... However, every time Chu Xixue was beaten, Chu Feng smiled heartlessly on the side, eh, although Chu Xixue was a good girl in the eyes of her parents, she had basically never been beaten.

"Chu Xixue, you get out of the way, no need to explain. Chu Feng pushed Chu Xixue away.

"No, I let you!"

Chu Xixue stubbornly stood back in front of Chu Feng, tears burst out of her eyes, and she puffed up her chest and said, "Dad, whether you believe it or not, you really can't blame Chu Feng for this, if you have to beat him, then even I will fight him!"

"Xiaoxue, you...... Alas!"

Chu Minghai's face was flushed with anger, and he finally put down the broom and said coldly: "Chu Feng, if Xiaoxue didn't intercede for you this time, I wouldn't be able to spare you!

Chu Feng was stunned: "Where are you going?"

Chu Minghai glared at Chu Feng, turned around and left, Chen Xiu hurriedly pushed Chu Feng and said, "Xiao Feng, come over with your father, if it weren't for his villain who came forward to help this time, and made the family named Wu Hongjun cancel the lawsuit with his connections, how could you come out so easily, your father will take you to his house to thank you." ”

"Oh?"

Chu Feng now understood why he was able to come out, and sure enough, there were masters to help, and when Chen Xiu also left the room, he looked at Chu Xixue with tears in his eyes.

"Crybaby, why are you still crying, come and wipe your tears. Chu Feng handed over a few tissues.

"Who is a crybaby, I'm not here for you. Chu Xixue glanced at Chu Feng, took Chu Feng's tissue, and her tears were hazy, she was pitiful, especially cute.

"Hehe, you let me be beaten by my dad again, my brother didn't hurt you in vain, come and hug you. Chu Feng opened his arms and said with a smile.

"Hug your head, hug, Mom and Dad are still waiting for you outside, you're leaving!"

Chu Xixue blushed and pushed Chu Feng on the back, pushed him out of the door and closed the door.

Chu Feng followed his parents and rushed to Chu Minghai's small family, Chu Feng was very curious, what was his father's identity as a small hair, it seemed that he was quite capable.

……

A high-end community, in a house.

In a magnificent study full of all kinds of literati poems and paintings, a girl with long hair and a shawl and a delicate and cold face is wearing a long black skirt, sitting straight and upright in front of the desk, revealing a pair of white and slender calves under the long skirt, dazzling people's eyes, even if this long skirt is loose, but it still can't stop her beautiful and seductive body.

Han Qianqian was holding a book in both hands, called "Chinese Poetry and Literary Magazine", her eyes kept lingering on it, flipping through the pages.

She was born in a scholarly family, her father is Han Qingshan, a literary master who is quite famous even in the whole of China.

"None of them can be seen. ”

Han Qianqian shook her head and sighed, "Huaxia Poetry and Literature Magazine" is just from a small publishing house in Huaxia, and the poetry books published by those big or famous publishing houses have long been read by her, so she will be bored and look through this unknown book and periodical, and if nothing is wrong, it really disappointed her again.

"Huh?" Han Qianqian's eyes suddenly froze, and she noticed an article by a columnist, one is a seven-word poem called "Difficult to Walk", and the other is an essay called "Night Rain Poetry", Han Qianqian was very surprised, because poetry and prose are completely different genres, like this author released these two at the same time, she is the first time to see it.

"It's not good to write poetry and prose, what good article can you write half-heartedly......"

Han Qianqian felt disdain in her heart and looked up casually, but she was stunned at first glance!

"Difficult to Walk"

The gold bottle sake bucket is ten thousand, and the jade plate is shy and ten thousand dollars.

I couldn't eat when I stopped throwing my cup, and I was at a loss when I drew my sword and looked around.

If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang.

Idle fishing on the blue river, suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun.

It's hard to walk! It's hard to walk! It's hard to walk!

There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea!

"There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea......"

After reading the whole poem, Han Qianqian repeated the last sentence in a daze, such a magnificent pen power, as well as the poet's heroic spirit of having the world in mind, made her heart shake for a long time!

Han Qianqian reacted quickly, and hurriedly read another prose, and after reading it, her face changed in shock, and she got up and walked out suddenly.

"Dad, Dad, come on, take a look at these two articles!"

Han Qianqian hurriedly walked to the living room, and there was a middle-aged man sitting in the living room, his sideburns were slightly white, his writing was polite, and he was drinking tea without hurrying, this was Han Qianqian's father, Han Qingshan.

"What's wrong, Qianqian?" asked Han Qingshan.

"Dad, you, see for yourself!"

"Qianqian, don't I often teach you, a girl's family, pay attention to maturity and stability? Let me see what is worth your loss. Han Qingshan glanced at Han Qianqian, took the book handed over and looked at it.

"Smack!"

Han Qingshan's hand shook, and the teacup fell on the tea bank, and the hot tea in the cup splashed on him, which immediately made him jump up and shout: "Hiss~ hot, hot, hot!"

Two rows of black lines appeared in Han Qianqian's head, and she said in her heart, Dad, you are embarrassed to talk about me, you are more exaggerated than me, and you can't even grasp the teacup steadily.

Han Qingshan didn't care whether it was hot or not, pointed to the two articles with a shocked face, and exclaimed: "What a "Difficult to Walk"! Its magnificent momentum and breadth of mind, even if I have been in the Chinese literary world all my life, it is unheard of and unseen, and this "Poetry of Night Rain" is full of artistic conception and intriguing, which is really shocking!"

Han Qianqian's face changed, even though he was ready, Han Qingshan's excited reaction as if he had been beaten was far beyond her expectations.

"Qianqian, I dare to conclude that this author must not be an ordinary person, he must be a famous literary master, ordinary people will never be able to write it!" Han Qingshan said loudly.

"I'll see. ”

Han Qianqian lowered her head, looked at the author's profile next to the article, her face was suddenly strange, and she held back a smile and said weakly: "Dad, he ...... He's only eighteen years old, and his real name is unknown, and his pen name is Mu Feng, as if he's just a high school student......"

"What!"

In front of his daughter, Han Qingshan was slapped in the face again, and his face was a hot pain, but even if his face hurt again, it was less than one ten-thousandth of the horror in his heart, and a student could write this kind of article that was enough to dominate the literary world and become famous?

Han Qingshan thought that his strength was far inferior to that of this student author, so he had to quickly throw away his job and go home to wash and sleep!

Han Qianqian was also very shocked, and it could be seen from Han Qingshan's expression how good this eighteen-year-old author student was.

I don't know why, Han Qianqian suddenly thought of Chu Feng, who was once also like the pride of the sky...... Although compared to the two, Chu Feng didn't seem to be worth mentioning at all now, and he looked bleak.

"Clank!"

At this moment, the doorbell in the house suddenly rang.

Han Qingshan hurriedly said: "Qianqian, go and open the door, it should be your Uncle Chu who is here!"