The next day, inside the school.

A few years have passed, and the prince on the stage has become more and more old, and those children in the past have now unconsciously grown into teenagers and girls.

It is inevitable that the growth of some people is always accompanied by the aging of some people.

Looking at the faces in the audience that were full of vitality, Wang Fuzi showed a smile, and when he saw Ren Yi's position, he was slightly stunned.

The young master of the Hou Mansion who came from Luo Jing was holding his chin at the moment, looking at the birds and flowers outside the window, I don't know what he was thinking, this is rare, this child is very different, it can be said that he is the only teenager he can't see through, always silent like an old man, holding a book, in the past few years, he has witnessed the books in Ren Miao's hands change from historiography to literature, and then to geography, and even medical books.

He couldn't understand how a teenager could be so interested in these different books in their respective fields, as if this teenager was born to read, but today, there were no books on his desk.

As if sensing his gaze, the young man looked back and smiled slightly, as if to say hello.

Ren Miao is actually grateful to Master Wang, in the past few years, the little fat man, no, is no longer a little fat man, the original little fat man has grown into a teenager, and his body is only slightly blessed.

At the beginning, the little fat man had no less trouble with Ren Miao, all kinds of means, just like a mischievous child, Ren Mi was not easy to care, but fortunately, these had Wang Fuzi, which reduced a lot of trouble for him, for this reason, the little fat man was not less disciplined, but he still unyieldingly did "struggle" with Ren Miao, as if he was a natural enemy with Ren Miao, and even made Ren Miao feel that he had developed a habit of not being beaten for a day, and he was uncomfortable.

No, Ren Miao saw the little fat man sitting in the back row again, using a rubber band to pick up a stone and shoot it towards him.

The head was off, the stone was missed, and it happened to hit the head of a girl in the front row, and the little girl's mouth was pouted, and tears flowed down, and a cry came out, which made the little fat man in the back row panic!

"Ren Tao! come up for me!" Master Wang's urging voice sounded in Ren Tao's ears, making the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, sometimes, he was very curious if Master Wang was a hidden innate master, how could he find himself so accurately every time.

However, he didn't want to think about it, every time he made trouble, it must be him, why should Master Wang pay attention to others.

After the five rings, Ren Tao returned to his seat with a sad face, looked at Ren's ethereal back, and gritted his teeth.

"Unknowingly, you have been coming to the school for eight years, in these eight years, you must have learned a lot of knowledge, today is your last day in the school, let me finally study your knowledge", Wang Fuzi looked at the faces of the audience with some nostalgia, in Qianyuan, the school before the age of thirteen is equivalent to compulsory education, and then if you want to learn deeply, you need a qualified family to hire a master alone.

"With the theme of hometown, within half an hour, a poem will be written," Wang Fuzi came up with the title.

As soon as the topic came out, the students in the audience began to think, with all kinds of expressions, some scratching their ears and scratching their cheeks, and some of them were confident, but they were stunned in place, and their eyes were far away.

Hometown is a very long distance for him, and it is not only a distance, but only a memory.

Old friends, relatives and friends in that world, I don't know if it's good.

"Okay, stop writing," when Master Wang's voice sounded, half an hour flashed, but Ren Miao had not yet started writing.

Like him, there is Ren Tao, scratching his ears and cheeks, there is not a word on the white rice paper, only a piece of paper scraps, but when he saw that Ren Miao didn't use his pen, he showed a gloating smile.

As if being recalled by this voice, Ren's ethereal thoughts drifted back from the distance of hundreds of millions of light years, and the pen was down, and the phoenix danced.

Ren Tao, who was not far away, saw Ren Ethereal Dragon and Phoenix Dancing, and he was not to be outdone, brushed and brushed, and wrote a paragraph.

Next, Master Wang read out the poems one by one in order.

As Wang Fuzi read it down one by one, his brows wrinkled and Shu, most of these poems, the writing is immature, plain as water, no novelty, although it is not more colorful, but it is also down-to-earth, however, when he saw the verses on a piece of paper, Wang Fuzi's face suddenly lengthened!

"Ren Tao! What kind of bullshit thing are you! Yi Nian hometown dog, playing and stepping on dog shit, it's really insulting!" Wang Fuzi's beard shook and shook, and he laughed as he read out the poem.

Ren Tao blushed with shame, and wanted to plant his head under the desk.

I took a sip of tea, calmed down, and turned the second page.

"Poof", however, it doesn't matter if this flip, the tea in Wang Fuzi's mouth squirted violently, his eyes widened, and he looked directly at the four lines of quatrains on the rice paper!

The font of the dragon flying and phoenix dance, every word is like living on the paper, horizontal and vertical, like a straight and terrifying sword light, just the word, it is enough to make people's hearts sway!

"Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival to think of relatives, remote brother ascending to the heights, all over the dogwood one less person!", word by word, Master Wang seems to be enchanted, repeating over and over again, the more repeated, the more stirring the heart, the more tears stain his eyes!

Every line of poetry seems to be written in his heart, he seems to see the rice field in his hometown thousands of miles away, as if he saw himself when he was young, playing in the rice field, as if he saw the deceased mother waiting for him in front of the tiled house, hometown, a wonderful word, a place that he misses very much!

He is 50 years old this year, and has been in the lonely city of Jingri for ten years, perhaps many people do not know what kind of scenery he used to be, what a spring breeze he was proud of, as the 282nd champion of the Qianyuan Dynasty, he used to have a bright future, but because of a coup d'état that stood on the wrong team, he became a sinner and was assigned to the lonely city of Jingri.

Later, because of his profound knowledge, he was hired as the enlightenment master of the Hou Mansion.

It has been ten years now, and in the past ten years, every festival, he will climb high to see Luojing, where there is his hometown, his relatives and friends, and there are many nostalgia that he can not forget.

Looking at the quatrain in his hand, he felt something called happiness permeating his heart like never before.

For the first time, he was glad that he was in a lonely city, otherwise, how could he witness the birth of such a quatrain, and how could he meet such a talented student!

The people in the school looked at this scene in amazement, and Master Wang actually cried! This is an extremely rare gaffe!

Wang Fuzi seemed to stumble to Ren Yi's side, looking at the handsome young man in front of him, his story, he has heard something, although he is the son of Cheng Wuhou, but he was born to a cheap concubine, born dumb, was arranged by Cheng Wuhou in the lonely city, for eight years, ignoring, as if there is no such son, what kind of helplessness and misery, will make this only thirteen-year-old boy make such sincere verses.

Perhaps, this young man is also looking forward to having a home and someone who cares about him.

However, Master Wang didn't know that what Ren Miao was really thinking about was not another town.

"Ren Fang, did you write this poem?" Although the name of the young man was the name, Wang Fuzi still couldn't believe it, and asked in a trembling tone.

Ren Yi nodded, the verses of the Xuan Realm can also bloom with brilliant brilliance in this world.

"Tianzhong Genius, Tianzong Genius!, it is a great blessing to have the curtain of the sky, so that the old man can see this poem in his lifetime!" Wang Fuzi was emotional, he knew that if this poem was not accidental, it would be passed down through the ages, and he, as a witness to this poem, would also leave footprints in the history books.

"Ren Fang, don't worry, this poem, I will report to Taixue, and make you famous all over the world!" Wang Fuzi said to Ren Yi seriously, and after speaking, he seemed to want to speak and stopped, and sighed softly, in his opinion, Cheng Wuhou, there are some things, if they are lost, they will not come back.

In this regard, Ren Miao does not make an evaluation, he is famous all over the world, for him, it is dispensable.