It is worthy of the famous old man's house, the yard at the head of the house is divided into the front yard and the back yard, this old man Meng's house is special, the family does not carry flowers, nor is it full of vegetables like ordinary farmers, but a few fruit trees in the yard, but obviously Zhang Jie came a little late, and the fruits on the trees were picked cleanly. Zhang Jie, www.biquge.info the pen %fun %pavilion, naturally has no taste for taste.

Naturally, after receiving an extremely warm reception, the host and guest sat down, greeting Old Man Meng and Zhang Jie with smiles on their faces.

At this time, I knew that there were four sons and one daughter in Old Man Meng's family, and the little girl was Meng Huan, the quirky little girl, and the old man's four sons were not young, even the youngest had already started a family, and I heard that the children would run away, and the eldest was not confused when he was old, but it was slightly interesting that because Old Man Meng insisted that Zhang Jie call him Uncle Meng, in this way, Zhang Jie was going to call Old Man Meng's sons brothers.

But obviously, even a middle-aged man who was not confused that year, he could talk and laugh in front of Zhang Jie and call Zhang Jie Brother Zhang, all of which were a little embarrassed, so Zhang Jie naturally let go, and a group of people you came and went to tout, one moment you said that I was a young talent, and another time I said that you were extraordinary, in short, what is good to hear.

As for Zhang Jie's intention, whether it is Zhang Jie himself or Old Man Meng's family, they have not mentioned a word.

It was quite late when I came, and it was time to talk about the conversation in the hall, and it was time to eat, and everyone at the dinner table was headed by the old man Meng, naturally, Zhang Jie, the new master, was inevitably poured into the crowd by others, although he also had the heart to save the driver, but the four brothers of the Meng family were all heroes in the wine, and they were also willing to protect Zhang Jie, and it was difficult to protect themselves.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, it should have been the time to talk about business, but unfortunately, the banquet was not over yet, and Zhang Jie ran under the table.

didn't talk about anything serious, Zhang Jie was driven back to the room to rest, it was a shame, and Zhang Jie also vomited once, and the two brothers of the Meng family who helped him rest were also full of wine, so he let the subordinates help Zhang Jie take a bath, and then changed into clean clothes, and then drove Zhang Jie back to the room to rest.

Lying on the bed, there was a headache again, and I don't know why, Zhang Jie has been rushing with alcoholics for two lifetimes, that is, he has nothing to do with wine, and he has a physique that pours alcohol in his last life, and he has only drunk a few times in his life, and he has ended up drunk like this, but he also knows that if he wants to go further in the future, this wine is indispensable to drink.

I heard that people who are really drunk actually don't remember what happened after getting drunk, so Zhang Jie shouldn't really be drunk, because although his body is weak and groggy, his brain is surprisingly awake, not to mention sleeping, even getting up to read is also energetic.

It was late, and he couldn't sleep after tossing and turning in bed, tossing and turning for an hour or two, and when his body regained some strength a little, Zhang Jie sat up all of a sudden, and he didn't know if it was because of the unfamiliar environment, or because of Yihou's words that made him a little restless, in short, Zhang Jie was not sleepy at all.

The faint reading person outside the house aroused Zhang Jie's idea, and he originally thought that he had drunk too much and had an illusion in his mind, but now he was much sober, but he really heard the sound of reading outside.

got out of bed, it was already a little cold at night, and he put a single coat on his body that he didn't know who it was, and Zhang Jie went out.

The moment the door was opened, the reader became clearer, and his voice was old and powerful, and it was obvious that the reader put his feelings in the book, so it was fascinating to listen to it.

Looking up at the starry sky dots, although I am not sure what time it is, it is estimated that it is already late at night, a cold wind blows on my face, and with the sound of reading that keeps drilling into my mind, the grogginess in my mind is completely gone, just sitting on the ground at the door, Zhang Jie, who is holding his cheeks with both hands, looks at the room with an oil lamp not far away, vaguely, seems to see himself during that time.

Before taking the autumn exam in August this year, I was like this, reading until late at night every day, getting up before dawn to light the lamp and continue to read and write, and sleeping only four hours a day was too hard.

It's almost October now, and it's been nearly two months since August, and I haven't touched a book in the past two months!

Why do you feel that the book is getting farther and farther away from you? How did you get into the habit of getting a headache when you touch a book?

Today pushes tomorrow, tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow, I always shirk reading tomorrow, and read again tomorrow, but I have been pushing it for two months, and now I simply forget the books in the back of my mind, and even when I see the books at home, my brain has automatically ignored those books.

The words that the old master gave himself are Zipan, and he is as resolute as a rock!

"The shepherd boy rode the ox, and the song vibrated the forest.

Intending to catch the cicada, he suddenly closed his mouth. ”

A crisp voice sounded in his ears, and when he turned his head suddenly, he saw a girl standing in front of him.

What is the name of this poem? I've added a few names myself, but I'm not satisfied, since you're the real creator of this poem, it's up to you to name it! ”

It's strange, if I'm not mistaken, this should be a poem that I casually said on the dinner table at home a few years ago, when Zhang Hao was about to be forced by his family to herd cattle, and begged Zhang Jie to help him exonerate, but in the end it was fruitless, Zhang Jie was also to attract Zhang Hao to herd cattle, so he casually read out this poem, for a while, for many years!

At that time, except for Zhang Hao, who would occasionally shake his head and read two sentences when he was herding cattle, no one ever mentioned it, even now, even if he was asking Zhang Hao, that kid probably didn't remember this poem!

If I am not mistaken, this poem should have appeared in the Qing Dynasty, and no one would have made it before this, so it was calculated, and the poem was passed out by itself, but what I really didn't expect was that after many years, I would hear this poem from a little girl in a distant land.

"What you see, this poem is called 'what you see'!"

With a smile on her face, Zhang Jie suddenly remembered that the girl in front of her had said that she had already begun to pay attention to herself when she was admitted to Tongsheng, why did she still pester the county master to read the test papers of her scientific examination, at that time Zhang Jie just thought she was joking with herself, so she didn't pay attention to it at all.

But now, suddenly hearing this distant poem, Zhang Jie suddenly felt that he didn't seem to know the out-of-the-box girl in front of him.

"What you see, what you see! This poem belongs to me! ”

Smiling slightly, while leaking a pair of cute little tiger teeth, Zhang Jie realized that there were still two small dimples on the girl's face.

Strange, I didn't notice that before.