"Son, you're talking, what's going on?"

Yang Shouwen suddenly kept silent, and Yang Chenglie was in a hurry.

He was really afraid that Yang Shouwen had stolen someone else's poems, and if that was the case, he would leave Xingyang immediately and take Yang Shouwen to the border wilderness incognito. After all, Yang Shouwen is his son! Back then, he could abandon his official position, but now for Yang Shouwen, he can give up everything again. The reason, quite simply, is that this is his promise to his deceased wife.

"Father, I started writing Journey to the West last year, and you saw it with your own eyes."

"That's right."

"I can still write a good poem, right?"

Yang Chenglie nodded again, and the worry on his face eased slightly.

He didn't know what Yang Shouwen meant by this. But for some reason, hearing Yang Shouwen talk about these two things really made him feel a lot more at ease.

There are also many poems in "Journey to the West", but Yang Shouwen also copied them?

But in any case, Yang Chengyeol can't really feel at ease until he gets an answer.

Yang Shouwen said: "Children can't remember when they started, they always dream of a woman in their sleep. I couldn't see her clearly, but I wanted to be close to her. She taught me a lot of things, starting with a thousand-character essay, including poems, books, Analects, Spring and Autumn ...... She was very nice to me and taught me how to write for a long time. ”

"Women?"

Yang Chenglie's body was agitated, and he looked at Yang Shouwen and was speechless for a long time.

"Do you remember what that woman looked like?"

"I don't remember exactly...... However, I learned my official language from her. ”

Could it be ......

Yang Chenglie's head suddenly turned into a pot of porridge.

Yang Shouwen continued: "However. I do remember. She likes to wear white dresses. The voice of the voice is good, and the laughter is sweet.

I don't know how long I studied with her, until one day, I suddenly came to my senses.

But I haven't seen her since...... However, I have a rare impression that before I sobered up, the last thing she taught me was a "Wenxin Carving Dragon". Well. It's Wenxin carving dragon! She also told me that I must be good in the future, and I want to listen to my father and take care of my father. Later, I came to my senses and she was gone. ”

"Xiwen, it must be Xiwen!"

Yang Chenglie suddenly became excited, and grabbed Yang Shouwen's arm, "Son, why don't you stupid boy understand it until now." That's your mother, your mother! She used to like Shiro the most. The book he read before he passed away was "Wenxin Carving Dragon". Your mother's poetry and songs are all-encompassing, and only she can teach you to become a talent. ”

After speaking, Yang Chenglie wandered around the house excitedly.

"Why didn't you tell me, why didn't you tell me earlier."

He closed his eyes, tried to calm his emotions, and muttered to himself, "Only in this way, only in this way can it be strong...... You are your mother's child, how can you be born with dementia. I remember that you were so smart when you were born, but after your mother died, you suddenly became stupid. ”

"Is it really my mother?"

"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong."

Yang Shouwen looked at Yang Chenglie's excited appearance, and he didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment for a while.

He has no memory of his mother-in-law at all.

As for the dream he said, he made it up randomly.

But there is one thing, he is not lying, the white dress, the Wenxin carving dragon and the sweet laughter, that is what Yang Chenglie once confided after drinking too much. Unexpectedly, I actually helped myself to hide it, is it really blessed by my mother?

On his face, he showed a look of grievance.

Yang Shouwen said softly: "Zi said: Zi Bu is silent, and the strange power is confused.

Father, the child has always thought that this was a dream, where would he have thought that the person in the dream turned out to be his mother? ”

Yang Chengyeol was relieved!

He was originally worried that Yang Shouwen stole the poems from others, but now it seems that he really wrote them.

He suddenly laughed, stretched out his hand and pressed Yang Shouwen's shoulder and said, "Son, do you know that you are now in Xingyang, how famous you are?" ”

"Huh?"

"The whole of Xingyang is singing the poems you wrote yesterday.

Hehe, even the father is stained...... I'll just say, I never told you about me and your mother, how do you know that your mother and I met on the bridge of Donglin Lake? It turned out that your mother told you! ”

Yang Shouwen, stunned!

Daddy, I really don't know about you and your mother.

That's Bai Juyi's Banqiao Road, and it has nothing to do with you......

But this is the best, even if his poems have a source, lest there will be flaws when asked at the end.

Yang Chenglie's whole person was relaxed, "It's just that you describe me so beautifully, but you don't dare to be a father." ”

Yang Shouwen was speechless for a while.

"The county lieutenant, the county lieutenant is here?"

At this moment, the voice of Song Sanlang's wife came from outside the building.

She came to the porch outside the building with a panicked look and said loudly: "Secretary Zheng came outside with his son, saying that he wanted to visit the county lieutenant." ”

"Third sister-in-law, I've told you many times, I'm no longer a county lieutenant."

Song Sanlang's wife's surname is Ma, and she is the woman who was beaten by Yang Shouwen.

She is now coming with Song Sanlang, and she is conscientious and very diligent. It's just that Yang Shouwen can feel that Ma is still a little afraid of him. However, he doesn't care, he is afraid, and he can be beautiful.

"Which Secretary Zheng?"

"Said it was Zheng ...... What are you thinking, and you still have an eight or nine-year-old child. ”

"Zheng Jingsi?"

"Ah, exactly."

Yang Shouwen suddenly clapped his hands on the side, "Father, I forgot about this...... Yesterday, Uncle Twenty-Nine sent me over, otherwise I wouldn't know how to find you. Yesterday when we parted, he said he was coming to visit today. ”

"You bastard, why didn't you say it earlier."

When Yang Chenglie heard this, he immediately became anxious, and glared at Yang Shouwen viciously.

"Third sister-in-law, lead the way."

"Father!"

"What's the matter?"

Yang Shouwen chased after the moon gate in the small courtyard, and said softly: "I won't go first, if Uncle Twenty-Nine asks, he will say that I am writing." ”

"You ......"

Yang Chenglie originally wanted to ask: What are you going to write?

But he thought about it, his son got Xiwen's true inheritance, and he must have a reason for doing so.

As for what to write? It's no longer important. The important thing is that Yang Shouwen looks very determined at the moment, and he looks like he is in his chest.

Seeing Yang Chenglie leave, Yang Shouwen immediately turned around and returned to the small building.

He hurriedly climbed the small building, found pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the study, and after studying the ink, he picked up the pen and began to write on the paper.

Can it really be famous all over the world and once again in one fell swoop. (To be continued......)