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To be honest, Chunzhi has been with Chai Dong for all these years, and he can barely recognize a few words. But she is now able to read reading letters, and she still can't read those obscure articles or something.

As for appreciating poetry or something, she doesn't know how to do it.

When the works of the second and third place were sent just now, she could only stand in the crowd stupidly, listening to them tasting there in a daze, and echoing a few words in a daze.

Now that Chai Dong has sent it, she can't understand it.

However, listening to Miss Song read out the first few sentences, she felt that it was much smoother than the previous two songs. I don't know if it's because of her own psychological effect, after all, in her heart, her husband is the most powerful!

It's just that since Miss Song has already praised her like this now, then presumably his poems are really good.

Moreover, after Miss Song finished speaking, the other people who had tasted the other two poems just now also nodded and began to taste the intentions. The words are much more praiseful than just now.

In the end, everyone agreed: "Chai Jieyuan is really extraordinary, and his poem deserves to be the first place!" ”

Hearing this, Harue was completely relieved.

And when they finished tasting the poems, they saw a maid running in in a hurry, holding a piece of white paper with dense black characters in her hand.

The prefect's wife frowned slightly. "What is this? Who wrote a poem on a whim? ”

"No, ma'am. This is Chai Jieyuan after chanting the poem, he still felt that it was not enjoyable, so he made an article in public lamenting the suffering of the people. Don't you know, halfway through his article, the people who worked stopped doing it, and everyone came to listen to his article. In the end, many people were made to cry by his words! ”

The maid said, handing the paper with both hands. Haruka was sharp-eyed and found that the ink on this paper was smeared with water droplets in several places, and I thought that the person who should have made the record was also moved to tears!

The prefect's brows suddenly furrowed even tighter.

"Is it so powerful?" She whispered, and then instructed Miss Song, "You bring it over and read it and listen to it." ”

Miss Song hurriedly responded.

Then, I heard her crisp voice begin to read in a low voice.

As a result, before he was halfway through the reading, Wei Zhong's daughter-in-law and daughters began to cry. By the second half, there was hardly anyone present whose eyes were not red. When she finished reading it at the end, Miss Song couldn't help but cry loudly.

These words and sentences, weeping and blood, all write the voices of the people at the bottom! In the past, I always thought that those people were dirty and messy, and they didn't understand the rules, and I often scolded them for being an eyesore when they lived. But now that I think about it, I made a big mistake! They are struggling, but they are only trying to survive. The reason why I can live a decent life is because of their hard work! I was wrong, and I will never look down on them again! ”

The prefect's wife also turned her back, picked up a handkerchief and wiped it in the corner of her eye for a long time.

Then when everyone's mood calmed down a little, she turned around again: "What about the second and third place articles?" ”

"Mrs. Hui, no." The maid shook her head.

The prefect's wife was stunned, and the others were also stunned. "Why isn't there any?"

Because the other two said that Chai Jieyuan's article had written about the suffering of the people, and also realized the depth that they had never experienced, and they had lost before they started. In that case, why should they bother to make axes and find themselves bored? So, they simply didn't do it. ”

Oh, my God!

Everyone couldn't help but gasp. Immediately after that, they turned their gazes to Haruka again, and there was only envy and jealousy in their eyes.

Harueda suddenly raised her chin high.

She's so proud!

At this moment, she felt that if she was a little hen that had just laid eggs, she must have wandered around the whole place, and then she clucked loudly!

It's not that she can't sink, but if she still sinks, then it's called a ghost!

Originally, Xie Yuan of Chaidong High School today already had a big long face. As a result, this is not enough, he is out on the streets, composing poems and articles, and they have been affirmed by the public, and the two opponents are even willing to bow down, this is called icing on the cake, right?

Now, he has really proved his true ability, and after making a big name in public, he has also strangled the conspiracy of the banker's historian in his stomach.

One, two, three, four, four joys are coming, she can't help but jump, okay?

Now, she can't be proud.

The prefect's wife and a group of people also understood this truth in their hearts, so they all hurriedly put away the painting of Chunzhi just now, just waited to take it back and frame it, and hide it well!

Miss Song even took the initiative to lean over to Chunzhi, and her relationship with her became much closer in an instant.

So, a group of women got together, talking and laughing, and became more and more happy.

By the time Chai Dong and the others finished their parade through the streets, it was already evening when they returned to the mansion.

The prefect prepared a banquet for them.

It's just that among these three people, only Chai Dong brought his daughter-in-law to catch the exam, and the other two people didn't. Therefore, in front of him, the prefect of Song took the chief bookkeeper and his party to entertain Chai Dong and the three of them, and Chunzhi was continued to be warmly entertained by the prefect's wife and the chief bookkeeper's wife.

During the day, everyone was already together and mingled. So when it came to the dinner, Haruka also let go a lot. Everyone talked and laughed together, which can be said to be the joy of the guests and hosts.

It's just that the women don't drink much, so when they finish eating, the men in front of them are still drinking and having fun, and it seems that they won't stop for a while.

The prefect's wife said to the others: "It's not early, you are tired all day today, so hurry back and rest!" Your men let them drink first, and then I will ask someone to send them back when the banquet is over, and you will not have to worry. ”

In the past, these people also accompanied the Song prefect to receive guests, and everyone has long been accustomed to such an arrangement by the prefect's wife. So they immediately nodded, said goodbye to the prefect's wife, and led their daughters back.

Wei Zhong's daughter-in-law was in no hurry to leave. She waited for everyone to finish before she came to Chunzhi: "Brother and sister, why don't you go to my house with me first!" ”

"No need, Mrs. Xie Yuan wants to stay here, I still have a lot to say to her. If it's late, she'll sleep with me. However, as soon as the words fell, Miss Song came over and grabbed Chunzhi's wrist.

Chunzhi was stunned, and Wei Zhong's daughter-in-law quickly lowered her head. "In that case, then I'll take my leave."

After speaking, she looked up and smiled at Chunzhi again, and then left with her daughter.

Haruka turned her head helplessly. "Miss Song......"

Miss Song was full of smiles. "It's like waiting until they're all gone! Let's go, let's go to my room, I'll show you something good! ”

As he spoke, he took her and left.

Yes?

Before Chunzhi could react, she had already been dragged out by her.

Seeing this, the prefect's wife did not stand up to stop her again this time, but looked at the figure of her daughter and Chunzhi disappearing together from a distance, and sighed helplessly: "This child, why do you like painting so much?" ”

By the time Chunzhi finally gained a foothold, she had been dragged to Miss Song's boudoir.

Miss Song pressed her to a chair and sat down, then turned around and held a bunch of scrolls in front of her. "Look, these are all famous paintings I have collected!"

The corners of Haruzhi's mouth twitched. "Miss Song, I don't really know how to appreciate paintings, the reason why I paint those little things is just to embroider a little more patterns so that I can sell them for money."

"I know, but that doesn't stop you from drawing well, does it?" Miss Song nodded with a smile, and her eyes immediately flashed again, "That's right!" I also have a private collection, if you see it, you'll love it! ”

As she spoke, she ran to the bedside and opened a drawer, which had a hidden compartment. She pulled out the key and opened it, then pulled out a palm-sized scroll.

Holding the scroll, she dodged to Haruka and pushed the thing to Haruka. "Look at this!"

Seeing her cautious and precious appearance, Haruka didn't feel interested.

She opened the scroll and found that it was a palm-sized painting, and that it was not complicated, it was a tree, and a man in a cloak under the tree was holding a small dog. It's just that as soon as Harueda entered the eyes, he felt as if he had entered the world of this painting.

The cold wind howled, blowing the clothes of the people in front of them to the sound of hunting. But he didn't care, and continued to walk with his head held high. The puppy also followed the owner's side with cheerful steps, and one person and one dog were particularly harmonious.

"Well, do you think the brushwork of this painting is somewhat similar to yours?" Miss Song's voice rang in her ears suddenly, and Chunzhi was awakened.

She hurriedly lowered her head, only to realize that the brushstrokes on the drawing were really a bit similar!

It's just ...... "This person's drawing skills are much better than mine." ”

"You're still young after all! Has it been guided by a famous teacher, the penmanship is natural and simple, and it can be regarded as its own style. Miss Song said with a smile.

Harueda nodded, and she couldn't help but take another look at the painting, the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became.

"Who painted this picture?" She asked hurriedly.

Miss Zhu's face changed slightly, and she quickly shook her head. "Can't tell!" For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.