(Degree of Literature) In front of a primary school student, Zhang Meng seemed extremely powerless.

"Stupid, stupid." Lin Wen's face was eager to rise to the sky.

Although Zhang Meng was uncomfortable in his heart, he couldn't lose face in front of a primary school student, count, think, think, list a set of equations, put out a few arrays, and before he had a clue, Lin Wen suddenly said "oh", and he had found a way to solve the problem.

Just now, Lin Wen was pushed back to the room by his sister to do homework, and encountered a difficult problem on the way, Lin Wen went to Lin Qian for help, Lin Qian was talking to his grandfather, so he dragged Zhang Meng into the room to help solve the problem.

Zhang Meng didn't think much about it, so he followed Lin Wen to his room.

The questions of elementary school students are nothing more than addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of fractions and the like, but they never thought that this little guy was actually doing array function list problems, and his mind was full of α, Ω, β, etc. flying around in his head, making Zhang Meng, a college student with so-so math scores, actually anxious.

Fortunately, Lin Wen had a high level of understanding, and Zhang Meng listed a few arrays, and he came up with the idea of answering the question.

Zhang Meng broke out in a cold sweat and got up to look around.

Although this little guy's room is not big, it has all kinds of internal organs, messy but not complicated, complicated but not dense, everything is in order, it seems that he has a better tutor since childhood.

What I didn't expect was that this little guy could also paint, abstract figurative realism and plain face, these painting papers were stacked layer after layer, and the top was a portrait of a person, and if you looked closely, this portrait was a little familiar, and it seemed that I had seen it somewhere.

The outline of this nose and eyes, although it is a little rough, but really, isn't it himself, Zhang Meng's head is big, and the first thing that comes to mind is, "Am I so ugly", and then Zhang Meng thought, "This little kid has only met me twice, and he can turn my portrait into a rough appearance, which is really amazing." ”

With such a prominent family, morality, art, and physical beauty are naturally not comparable to ordinary people, Zhang Meng praised, "Not bad." ”

Lin Wen, who was concentrating on solving the problem, heard Zhang Meng's voice, looked back, immediately blushed, stepped forward to take down his sketch, and said angrily, "Who let you flip through other people's things." ”

"I see that you are really good at drawing, and if I have a chance to be your model, I will let you paint a portrait of me." Although this can see that the silhouette is himself, Zhang Meng doesn't like it, if he is a model, let him beautify it, he is very willing.

Lin Wen nodded slightly, and carefully placed Zhang Meng's portrait on the lowest layer of all the sketches.

Lin Wen continued to do his homework, Zhang Meng didn't want to make do with Lin Qian and his grandfather, so he casually found a book and sat on his bed. Don't look at people's young age, the books he reads basically require skills to understand, for example, the book Zhang Meng is reading now is the recently popular "Physical Particles", which is roughly browsed, which is written about molecules, atoms, atomic nuclei, electrons, protons and neutrons inside the nucleus, as well as quarks and so on.

From the books that Lin Wen read, Zhang Meng concluded that there was much more ink in his stomach than that of a college student, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a genius. As for literature, there are four famous books in full volumes, as well as many world classics, including "Mother", which Zhang Meng has read.

"How old are you?"

"11."

Zhang Meng said that he was ten years older than him, and he admired him even more.

"What grade are you in now?"

"Sixth grade."

"How's the grade?"

"So-so, number one in the school."

Just chatting like this, Lin Wen finished all his homework in a blink of an eye, and then climbed into bed to see what Zhang Meng was watching.

Originally, the two of them were still a little unfamiliar, but after you said a word to me, Lin Wen gradually came to Zhang Meng's side, looking at Zhang Meng innocently, Zhang Meng looked at him like picking up a cute little brother, and couldn't help pinching his little face.

"Brother Zhang Meng, I'll show you something good." Lin Wen, who was in high spirits, climbed into bed and took out a letter from his schoolbag, which turned out to be a love letter, and the handwriting was full of neatness, and at a glance, he knew that it was a little girl's handwriting.

Receiving a love letter at a young age, it was really terrifying, Zhang Meng immediately became his military advisor, carefully read the content written on the love letter, and judged, "Yes, subtle and polite, it is a friend you can make." ”

"That's what you see." Lin Wen rolled his eyes, and then said, "A small radish head, the hair has not grown, what's good." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Meng couldn't help but smile.

"Don't you think I'm a little carrot head too?" Lin Wen looked at Zhang Meng expectantly.

Zhang Meng looked at Lin Wen seriously, nodded seriously, and said, "It's indeed a little radish head." ”

In an instant, Lin Wen's face collapsed, as if he had been hit, put the love letter into his schoolbag, and didn't bother Zhang Meng.

This little guy still has a lot of personality, thinking about Lin Qian, Zhang Meng said cautiously, "Don't learn from your second cousin when you grow up." ”

"He's full of flowers, and I'm sure I won't learn."

It happened that Lin Qian heard this, and immediately got into Lin Wen's room and said, "What are you two saying bad things behind my back?" ”

"No, I don't." Zhang Meng originally wanted to prevaricate.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Wen said with a heartfelt voice, "Brother Zhang Meng said that I should not learn from you." ”

If it is really thicker than water, Zhang Meng's face instantly turned blue and purple, and it was powerless to dare to explain, Zhang Meng was fortunate to break the jar and fall, "I have inquired about your romantic history, don't teach bad children." ”

"Teach him badly (sneering), he doesn't have less bad water in his stomach than I do."

Seeing that it was lunch time, it was said that Zhang Meng was asked to stay for lunch, Lin Qian's third uncle and three aunts were not at home, and at lunchtime, it was a soldier's brother, and the food from the canteen, the canteen in the dry rest house was much richer than the school cafeteria, four meat and three dishes, and a bowl full of soup.

This soldier's little brother's name is Cui Minghao, known as Non-commissioned Officer Cui, and he often delivers meals to Professor Lin.

The soldier brother is a soldier, very well-behaved, salutes after bringing food, and closes the door in an instant.

After the meal, Zhang Meng learned from Lin Qian that the people in this cadre rest house are all former high-ranking officials, and there are even some former ministers of a certain central department, and there is a platoon of soldiers guarding here.

Of course, when they live together, they will visit each other's doors, but they haven't met each other today. In fact, it is not surprising that today is the weekend, and the juniors of each family have returned home, enjoying the joy of family at home at the moment, where is there such leisure time to come out to visit the door. At this point, whether you are a high-ranking official or an aristocratic family or a rural commoner, when you are old, you can only be a lonely old man at home.

When he was young, he held it in the palm of his hand, worked hard as an adult, and kept the empty house alone when he was old. In such a cycle, what can Zhang Meng say.

On the way back to school, Zhang Meng asked curiously, "Look at your cousin and your little cousin don't look very similar." ”

"You can see that, too." Lin Qian introduced the situation of the third uncle's family, his third uncle divorced when he was young and frivolous, Lin Xiang was born to the third uncle's predecessor, because of this unhappy marriage, the third uncle's family was almost ruined, and there was no place to live, and in the end, it was his grandfather Professor Lin Lao who insisted on raising his third uncle under his knees, and later became a family, which is now the third aunt.

His third aunt was a widow, and the man in front of him was a soldier who died in a mission, leaving behind a son. Later, her third aunt remarried her third uncle, and the son in front of her was raised in her husband's mother-in-law's house, and then Lin Wen was born.

Although the life of his three uncles and three aunts is not good now, under the control of his grandfather, Professor Lin, the family is happy.

It turned out that there was such a mess, Zhang Meng said, I have seen and understood.

Back at school, Lin Qian invited Zhang Meng to his dormitory.

Zhang Meng couldn't help but tighten his body, feeling that he had a little ill will.

"Lin Qian." Fortunately, someone appeared in time to block Zhang Meng, and the person who came was a small, very likable girl with a shawl and hair, and there were two dimples on her face when she smiled.

"It's you, is there something wrong?" Lin Qian was obviously displeased.

"I can't look for you if it's okay." The other party leaned happily to Lin Qian's side.

"Then I won't bother you." Zhang Meng, who knew each other, immediately ran away in disgrace.

Lin Qian was left behind, with an expression of "traitor and despair" on his face.

Who is she, why can she subdue Lin Qian so well that she doesn't dare to veto it bluntly, Zhang Meng has an expression on her face that is not too big. I saw it from afar, this girl bluffed, hugged Lin Qian's arm, and muttered, "Why do you always avoid me, do you know how much I miss you." ”

"I've said a long time ago that we're not suitable."

"Where is it not suitable, in my opinion, the two of us are the right match, and it is very suitable."

"The right door." can be the right person with Lin Qianmen, the net worth is definitely not simple, Zhang Meng said to himself in a heavy voice, "Since this is the case, it is a good object, don't hang around anymore." ”

Lin Qian, who was helpless, could only follow her around the school.

Zhang Meng went all the way to the dormitory, and the two had long since disappeared from the range he could see and hear.

"Presumably, with your strength, you have already inquired about what kind of person I am."

"I've inquired, those rouge vulgar fans, it's reasonable that you don't deserve to be dumped by you, I'm different, my dad is the mayor, and the two of us are together to be a natural pair, and your sister also agreed."

She is Lin Mo's roommate, Mo Xiangxiang.

Although Lin Qian's family has money, it is just the people, Mo Xiangxiang's family has power, as the saying goes, the people don't fight with the officials, so Lin Qian didn't dare to drink to her like everyone else.

"What if I don't like women."

"That was Zhang Meng just now, he looks really good, but don't forget, what you were born in, what was he born in, do you think your father will agree."

Lin Qian's father is indeed his weakness, on the one hand, he has a huge family property, and on the other hand, he has his own freedom of love, which is more important than the other, he has been thoroughly instilled by the family since he was a child, and people should sacrifice the small self to achieve the big self.

"Isn't a person like him coming for your family's money, if you don't believe it, give him 100,000 yuan and see what he will choose."

Every sentence poked Lin Qian's heart, when he gave Zhang Meng 100,000, Zhang Meng's eyes lit up with an expression, saying that it was cute, but in fact he was a money fan.

"Only when the door is right, there will be no covetousness, and there will be pure feelings."

Lin Qian unconsciously touched Mo Xiangxiang's little head. Degree of literature

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