Chapter 330: Song Gyu's evaluation of Xiao Wu

When people were still intoxicated with the artistic conception of Xiao Wu's poem, Xiao Wu quietly went out and left the Song family. And after he left, someone finally noticed that Xiao Wu was no longer in the room.

"It's such a good poem! It reminds me of my childhood playmates. Thank you Xiao Wu, what about the great poet Xiao?"

After looking left and right, everyone found that Xiao Wu seemed to have left.

"Hey, why are you leaving? I want to listen to another poem like this!"

"It's the first time I've heard this type of poem, and it feels so warm. ”

"I didn't expect Xiao Wu to be a poet, by the way, I remember that he also wrote a history book, and I have time to buy it and read it. Someone who can write such good poetry must have written a good novel. ”

Of the people present, only Song Qingya may have read the novels written by Xiao Wu, and the others have only heard that Xiao Wu is still a writer, but it is not clear what kind of novel he wrote. For those of them, nothing that has anything to do with them is worth paying attention to!

"Maybe he only has this one poem in his hands, otherwise why would he just chant one poem and leave quickly? It must be Jiang Lang's end! If he is really talented, then go to the Lantern Festival poetry meeting!"

This somewhat sour sentence undoubtedly came from Fei Tongyuan, when he finished saying this, he felt a chill coming, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Song Qingya staring at him coldly, which made him chuckle in his heart, knowing that his words were a bit excessive.

He turned his head and looked around, trying to find someone to relieve his embarrassment. saw that the people who were originally close to him were also quietly away from him at this time.

Although these families have always been high-minded and top-notch, they still have a level of appreciation, and they know that such poems are not written and written. It takes an optimistic attitude towards life in order to write such optimistic verses.

Therefore, many people do not agree with Fei Tongyuan's vexatious statement, but because of the status of the Fei family, no one dares to stand up and accuse him.

Song Qingya was embarrassed to rush Fei Tongyuan away, but Fei Tongyuan himself also found that it was a little embarrassing to stay, and took the initiative to leave the Song family in advance.

After going out and getting into the car, Fei Tongyuan had a gloomy face and slapped the steering wheel fiercely. This time, he hated Xiao Wu.

No one noticed that when Xiao Wu left, Song Gui, the old housekeeper who had been following Song Qingya all the time, also left the room, went out the door, went straight to the backyard, and entered an antique room.

In the room, a gray-haired old man was looking at the rows of old photographs on the wall with his hands behind his back.

"Sir, I'm back. ”

"See?"

"See. ”

"How does it feel?"

"The capital of flying is calm and unhurried, hidden and not released. ”

"Oh, you have such a high opinion of him?"

The old man turned around, it was Song Zixiang, the head of the previous generation of the Song family, he was a little strange about Song Gui's evaluation of Xiao Wu, he didn't tell Song Gui about Xiao Wu's true identity, but just asked him to observe it on his behalf.

"It seems to be peaceful, but in fact, he is a very proud person in his bones. It seems that he doesn't fight with others, but in fact, he is disdainful. ”

Song Gui is also in contact with Xiao Wu for the first time today, he used his decades of experience in seeing people, and began to observe at the first sight of Xiao Wu, whether it was Xiao Wu's short-term shyness in the face of Song Qingya, or the indifference of throwing out the poem at the end, he saw it in his eyes. He told the master what he saw Xiao Wu's performance at the ball and the poem Xiao Wu wrote at the end.

"The acacia flowers are fragrant, the moonlight is bright! Good poetry! Good talent!" After listening to Song Gui's retold poem, Song Zixiang applauded and praised. After a moment of silence, he continued to ask:

"What's his attitude towards Ya'er?"

"It's... His attitude towards Miss Qingya seems to be a little strange, there is appreciation but... There doesn't seem to be a sense of love between men and women. ”

mentioned the feelings of the little princess of the Song family, even Song Gui became cautious and carefully said it after some consideration.

"It's good to appreciate, you can't go too fast. Nor can it be too far away. ”

Song Zixiang said softly, but Song Gui didn't understand, but he didn't dare to ask. After a moment of silence, he said tentatively:

"Master, isn't he and the Guo family already ......"

He didn't go on, it was enough to say this, and the master should understand what he was trying to say.

"Before the last step, no one dares to say that they must have won!"

The old man said something that made Song Gui puzzled, that is Guo Wangfu, is the master addicted to fighting with the prince of the Guo family?

Leaving the Song Mansion, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, and Xiao Wu drove the car aimlessly around Yanjing Street. A boy walks and sings with headphones on, and a couple walks hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder. Two boys around seven or eight years old happily chase me around a middle-aged couple.

A young and beautiful girl was stopped by a boy holding a ring, the boy knelt on one knee and proposed to the girl, and the people around enthusiastically persuaded the girl to "promise him", the girl covered her mouth, and took the ring from the boy's hand with tears in her eyes, and then hugged the boy tightly.

This ordinary and ordinary scene touched Xiao Wushen, a year ago, he was just like these people, walking freely and casually on the street, and no one paid attention to him. He can stand in a crowd and shout "yes" to the crowd, or he can sit down at a street stall and enjoy a beer while admiring the beautiful girls dressed up on the street.

Now these lives have become farther and farther away from him, and unconsciously, he has gained wealth and fame that he never thought of before, but he has also unconsciously lost the self-space that he has always insisted on. That ordinary happiness can never come back.

Sighing, he didn't get out of the car, although the sunglasses and hats in his car were all there, but seeing that many people were in pairs, he always felt a little embarrassed alone. If Guo Yuqing was around, he might dress up and walk around the streets of Yanjing with Guo Yuqing. Now, Yuqing said that there are two more days to come back, so bear with it for two more days, and then take Yuqing to the street to give those single dogs 10,000 points of critical damage!

The car entered the community, and when he was about to arrive at his villa, Xiao Wu found that the lights of his house were on. Huh? Did you forget to turn off the lights when you went out just now?

The car drove into the garage and into the living room, and suddenly found a slender figure sitting on the sofa, the man slowly stood up, turned around, and a smiling and disgusted face appeared in front of him.

"Ahh

This beautiful woman is Guo Yuqing, who was still in Ningcheng at more than five o'clock, but she is standing in front of him at this moment.

Xiao Wu's heart was hot, and he rushed up and hugged Guo Yuqing tightly, and the two people who had been separated for a long time fell to the sofa like dry wood and fire (a thousand words are omitted here).