In the morning, Meng Fanzhu opened his eyes, and he ushered in a new day. Pull back the curtains and let the bright sunlight shine into the room.

The dewdrops of greenery in the garden reflect the morning light, shining. Sparrows peck at grass seeds on the ground in pairs, magpies chase each other across the sky, leaving a beautiful chirp, and Sambo looks curiously at the golden butterfly that always wants to land on the tip of his nose with his big black eyes.

These sights are as refreshing as chilled juices. When you open the window, the fresh air with moisture instantly overflows the nasal cavity, flows through the lungs, and flows into the heart, like a pure mountain spring, washing away all the dust in the chest.

Meng Fanzhu took a deep breath greedily, feeling the coolness of his lungs, and his heart was infinitely happy. I am full of gratitude for being able to understand life so clearly.

The three of them changed into practice clothes, and couldn't wait to walk into the small courtyard and integrate themselves into it.

For a long time, Meng Fanzhu, who finished the morning class, was comfortable and refreshed. I clicked on the system interface and was happy to find that the state of 'mild demon in my heart' had disappeared. As if I had broken free from the shackles, my spirit had increased by 1 point to 9 points, so it was no wonder that I felt that my vision was clearer and my thinking was faster.

Happy events.

Today, my father got up early, and by the time the two brothers finished practicing, breakfast had already been prepared. Maybe my dad didn't cook breakfast on a whim or for a long time, and he wanted to consolidate his position as a home chef, so he actually made xiaolongbao with complicated processes. Fresh beef sirloin, cut into very fine diced meat, served with chopped shiitake mushrooms, supplemented by shallots, dotted with sesame oil, and the exclusive ingredients are stirred and strengthened. Then boiling water to scald the noodles, mix the noodles, wake up the noodles, pull the strength, roll the skin, wrap it, and steam it in the pot. The round xiaolongbao, each of which is eight pleats, one bite at a time, bite open the skin of the bun, a rich soup flows into the tip of the tongue, the meat is fragrant, the teeth are elastic, the taste is full, and you can't stop.

Considering the amount of food of the two boys, a large steamer and two large drawers, Meng Fanzhu and Lele almost swallowed their tongues after eating.

Mom watched the brothers gobble up, and while filling porridge and pouring vinegar, she said, "No one is robbing you two, eat slowly, don't choke, your dad has done a lot of ......"

Dad was happy in his heart but pretended to sigh on the surface: "Half the eldest eats the poor old man, in order to feed you two, I have to continue to be an old scalper!"

The brothers have long been accustomed to the way of communication between their parents, they don't listen to anything, they don't care about anything, they just eat. Mom and Dad were happy, and the brothers were full.

I still came to the driving school early, and the theory test was in the computer room on the first floor. There are more than 20 large-head computers in the classroom of dozens of square meters, and each big head is covered with a blue dust cover, which looks very neat.

Sitting in front of my computer against the exam number, the power in the classroom has not yet been turned on. Looking at the primitive equipment in front of him, Meng Fanzhu, who had long been accustomed to light brains in his dreams, really had a headache for these stupid and slow heads. Since he woke up, counting the time he was dragged to an Internet café to play games by Song Yang, Meng Fanzhu has only been in contact with the box computer in the real world twice.

At this time, he regretted very much why he didn't study computer hardware when he dreamed of it. Otherwise, if you get the light brain out in reality, you will definitely be able to create the era of intelligent brains. As the founder of the optical brain, the country will obtain huge economic and diplomatic benefits, and science and technology will also be a big step ahead of the world. At that time, the **** reception, the cover character of Time Magazine, and the leader of international scientific and technological research and development...... All kinds of halos in one, cool!

I said, "Who's pushing me?" I don't know if I'm taking Anya on the international red carpet! The obscenity was interrupted, which made Meng Fanzhu very unhappy. Song Yang's chubby, round white face with black-rimmed round glasses occupied most of his field of vision.

Did you God send you to fight against me? I just wanted to teach this dead fat man who was bothering him a lesson. A small, white hand reached out from the side, holding a tissue in his hand.

Song Yang took a step back and said disdainfully: "You are the only person I have ever seen in my life who can salivate when looking at a black computer screen!

Meng Fanzhu hurriedly took the tissue, wiped the corners of his mouth, and there was nothing! Looking at Zhou Ling, who was covering his mouth and smiling, and Song Yang, who ran far away, he knew that he had fallen for these two guys.

"Yo~!When did you two get to such a tacit understanding?" Meng Fanzhu imitated Song Dandan's accent and playfully counterattacked, making a curious baby's expression on his face.

One sentence made the thin-skinned Zhou Ling blush, and sat back in his seat with a twist. Song Yang punched Meng Fanzhu and ran over to comfort him like a dog, Meng Fanzhu pursed his lips, still happy for his good brother in his heart.

The students arrived one after another, and the classroom gradually became lively. I don't know if yesterday's intimacy made Anya feel shy, and it wasn't until the exam was about to start that she stepped into the classroom. Seeing Meng Fanzhu see his glowing eyes, he stuck out his tongue mischievously, and the pink fragrant tongue was incomparably soft and delicious between his lips. Before taking it back, he deliberately licked his smooth lips, leaving a little wet mark, shiny. Meng Fanzhu suddenly felt a dry mouth, and this hunger and thirst could only be quenched by sucking the pink and smooth tongue into her mouth.

Before he could speak, Lu Jiao walked in with the three invigilators, "Everyone turn on the computer." ”

The exam in the morning went relatively smoothly, and Meng Fanzhu completed the entire test paper on the computer in half an hour. After waiting for Anya for a while, I saw her pick up her backpack and click the submit button herself.

The two walked out of the classroom one after the other, and in the corner of the corridor, Anya turned around and took the initiative to throw herself into Meng Fanzhu's arms, and half-tiptoed to send the red lips up. At this time, Meng Fanzhu, who was already impatient, choked his pink lips, and his powerful tongue broke through the enemy's city defense like a besieging general, and captured the opponent's commander quickly.

After a long drought, hunger and thirst are quenched.

Missing love is not just the patent of boys, girls in love are also enduring the torment of longing, the so-called lovesickness is so. It's just that the charm of most boys can't overshadow the reserved nature of girls, so it will cause boys to always take the initiative in the usual emotional world.

Active vulnerable!

Anya was going out this morning when she received a call from her aunt. Originally, my aunt wanted to find Anya's mother for something, but because she liked this niece very much, and she hadn't seen Anya for a while, she thought about it tightly, so she made a phone porridge with Anya.

Although Anya is not used to saying that these parents are short, and she is in a hurry to meet with Meng Fanzhu, she has to chat with her aunt out of respect for her aunt. It wasn't until Anya's mother cleaned up the kitchen and answered the phone that Anya was relieved.

After the kiss, Anya attached herself to Meng Fanzhu's chest and said apologetically: "Little pig, my mother's car is waiting for me outside, and we will go to my aunt's house in a while, so I can't accompany you to lunch." ”

Although Meng Fanzhu was reluctant, he also understood, "Since it can't be changed, let's make more compensation now" After speaking, he kissed again.

Seeing Anya's car disappear into the traffic, Meng Fanzhu didn't wait for Song Yang and Zhou Ling, and walked home alone.

Before I got to the door, a strange phone call came in and was connected.

"Duoduo, I'm your Grandpa Zhang, at 1 o'clock this afternoon, you came to the Provincial Calligraphers Association on the 5th floor, No. 6 Wenfu Street. In this year's summer pen meeting, a few heavyweight old guys came to kick me on the field with apprentices, and you will be a closed disciple for me for half a day!" Zhang Likun's voice came, slightly tired, but very firm.

"No problem, I was originally your disciple!" Meng Fanzhu first agreed categorically, letting Grandpa Zhang feel relieved first, and then humbly asked, "Then what should I prepare?"

"Good boy!" Zhang Likun was very relieved, "You don't need to prepare, you just bring your grandfather to give you the pen and those two chapters, don't leave your hands behind when the time comes, let those young people who don't know the height of the sky see what a genius is." I'm going to slap these old guys in the face and dare to fart with me!"

"Uh~ I'll do my best!" This is not easy to answer, they are all seniors in the calligraphy industry, Meng Fanzhu is a little weak-minded, and he doesn't know if he can handle this task with advanced calligraphy ability.

Grandpa Zhang was obviously stimulated, otherwise he wouldn't have said such angry foul words to his junior.

Because of the geographical location, Long Province can escape the heat in summer and have special ice and snow in winter, so the Provincial Calligraphers Association has two pen meetings every year: summer pen meeting and winter pen meeting. And because many old calligraphers of the older grades went to Sanya for vacation in winter and could not participate, the summer pen meeting gradually became the heaviest gathering of calligraphy in Long Province every year.

I went to the supermarket and bought a bunch of meat, eggs, vegetables and fruits, and read a book. After eating a little casually at noon, I got on the bus and rushed to the Provincial Calligraphers Association.

No. 6 Wenfu Street is a huge 6-story Gothic building with a green ribbed vault, sharp pointed arches, and a soft yellow body, which is a major landmark of Songjiang. This architectural style originated in France, so it is also called French style. It was widely used by the French expatriates living in Songjiang at that time, and even developed Gothic architecture with Songjiang characteristics.

This is in contrast to the Baroque architecture, Byzantine architecture, Arabic architecture, Russian architecture, Classical Revival architecture, and so on of the more than 100,000 diasporas of other 32 countries. Every year, many foreign tourists come to Songjiang, so Songjiang has earned the nickname of the Little Paris of the East. However, Meng Fanzhu doesn't like it very much, what Oriental Paris is, it's still 'small'. Songjiang is Songjiang, call them Western Xiaosongjiang, I don't mind.

Meng Fanzhu walked into the hall, and there were several vigorous big characters written on the classical welcome wall: "Long Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles", and the signature was Yuanbo. This character is from the handwriting of Master Qigong, and Yuanbo is the word of his old man. In the world of calligraphy and painting and education, whether at home or abroad, the old man is definitely a master of Mount Tai Beidou.

Sitting on an old-fashioned elevator (the kind of iron sliding door, wooden floor, you can see the old elevator outside) and listening to the click of the winch as the elevator goes up, it is as if you have traveled back in time.

The Writers' Guild, the Musicians' Guild, the Dancers' Guild, the Artists Guild, and the Photographers' Guild all passed by, and the elevator finally stopped on the fifth floor.

The door opened, Meng Fanzhu took a deep breath, smiled and walked out.

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