The shouting of the old lady of the Su family outside the door immediately alarmed the three people in the house.

"Alright, it's time, it's time to eat." Su Xun moved his somewhat stiff neck, and then beckoned the two juniors to go to the dining room to eat.

has been immersed in this song "Nanjiayu in Butterfly Love Flowers", but at this moment he is still a little reluctant to look at the words on the table.

"Okay, don't look at it, I'll wrap it up for you and take it home to watch it slowly." Looking at his little apprentice's reluctant appearance, Su Xun couldn't help laughing.

Hearing Su Xun's ridicule, Nan Jiayu also raised his head and smiled, and then followed Su Xun out with Wang Xie.

Because it was a family banquet, after the four of them sat down in the restaurant, they chatted directly while eating.

At the dinner table, several people chatted, and the topic naturally turned to Wang Xie's new ancient prose and long and short sentences, so the atmosphere on the table became more and more active.

But what Wang Xie didn't expect was that the old lady of the Su family also had a very deep cultural heritage, and when talking about Wang Xie's new work, she also expressed a lot of her own opinions, and these views were not only penetrating but also had a particularly unique perspective.

Therefore, Wang Xie is full of praise for the old lady, and has always felt that the old lady not only cooks very delicious food, but also has literary skills that are not inferior to some scholars and professors.

Hearing Wang Xie's praise, not only the old lady, but even Su Xun was happy.

Later, Nan Jiayu didn't hold back and secretly told Wang Xie that the old lady of the Su family was originally a professor at the university before she retired.

And looking at Wang Xie's incredible look, a burst of laughter broke out at the dinner table.

This meal can be described as a joy for both guests and hosts.

After eating, Wang Xie chatted with a few people for a while, and then got up very consciously to leave.

After the three of them watched Wang Xie get into the car, light the fire, and go to the election, Nan Jiayu said goodbye to his teacher and wife and left.

Seeing off the two, Su Xun turned back to the study, and admired Wang Xiegang's "Ai Lian Said" for a while, and then picked up the phone and called Liu Zhongyuan.

Su Xun called Liu Zhongyuan, not to show off, but to have other important things.

"Brother, is there something to find me now?" The phone was quickly connected, and then Yoo Jung-won's voice came.

"Brother Liu" Hearing Liu Zhongyuan's inquiry, Su Xun also said with a full heart: "You have indeed found a good son-in-law." ”

"Huh? Have you seen my son-in-law? "At this moment, Liu Zhongyuan is confused, is Old Man Su calling just to praise Wang Xie?

"I've seen it." Su Xun's beard curled up at the moment: "Today I invited him to be a guest at home, and he also left me a pair of ink treasures, but it is not lost to your "Burrow Inscription." ”

Hearing Old Man Su's words, Liu Zhongyuan was a little puzzled about how his son-in-law, a person in the music industry, got involved with Su Xun, but he still subconsciously retorted: "Impossible, there can't be a better article than "Burrow Ming." ”

"Hey, you still don't believe me?" Su Xun was immediately happy, and he simply read the "Ai Lian Said" written by Wang Xie just now, and read it directly to the words: "The flowers of water, land, grass and trees, the lovely ones are very sweet..."

Su Xun finished reading the entire article in just a few minutes, and then waited for Liu Zhongyuan's feedback.

To tell the truth, if it weren't for Su Xun's ears, he wouldn't have heard Liu Zhongyuan's broken thoughts at all, but even so, Su Xun only vaguely heard a few words.

Something like "This stinky boy actually hides other articles", or "If there is something good that doesn't think about his father-in-law, it's just cheaper for outsiders!" There was even "No, I must call and scold him to let him know that I am good." ”

Hearing Liu Zhongyuan's broken thoughts, Su Xun couldn't help but be happy, so he continued to add fuel to the fire and said: "By the way, your son-in-law also wrote a long and short sentence, called "Butterfly Love Flower, you listen to me and I will read it to you again." ”

Su Xun is still relatively measured, but he proudly read "Butterfly Loves Flowers", and did not say that it was written by Wang Xie to Nanjiayu, mainly because Su Xun was also afraid of causing misunderstanding.

After all, Su Xun also heard that the relationship between Wang Xie and his wife is still good.

However, Rao was like this, Su Xun listened to Liu Zhongyuan's gnashing of teeth on the other side of the phone, and he also mourned for Wang Xie for several seconds.

It wasn't until Liu Zhongyuan finished venting himself that he remembered to ask Su Xun: "By the way, brother, where did you meet my unsuccessful son-in-law?!" ”

"Where did you meet?"

When Su Xun heard Liu Zhongyuan's inquiry, he didn't hide anything, and directly told Liu Zhongyuan about the acquaintance of the two.

Of course, it also includes the story of how Wang Xie made a great deal of power at the literary meeting held by the Earth Star Poetry Association, and how he used poetry couplets to scare Song Mingsheng into ashes and run away.

"Well, don't you regret that you, the vice president, didn't come to the annual meeting of the association?" After telling Wang Xie about his great achievements, Su Xun smiled and teased Liu Zhongyuan.

"I regret it." Liu Zhongyuan on the other end of the phone couldn't help sighing: "I really want to see Old Man Song run away in ashes, it must be very exciting." ”

Song Mingsheng is indeed very unpopular, but it is precisely because of this that Wang Xie escaped invisibly, otherwise just with Su Xun's old man today's display, Liu Zhongyuan can give Wang Xie a long look at his face.

"Hearing me say so much, do you have any ideas?" After Su Xun teased Liu Zhongyuan for a few words, he began to get to the point.

"Thoughts? What do you mean by being old? Liu Zhongyuan always thought that Su Xun was here to show off, so when Su Xun asked him seriously, he was at a loss for a while.

"Hey, do you think I'm saying this just to entertain you?" Su Xun hated the iron and reminded Liu Zhongyuan: "Have you forgotten why you didn't come to the annual meeting?" ”

"In order to complete the mission of the Department of Culture." In response to Su Xun's question, Liu Zhongyuan blurted out.

But after the words came out, Liu Zhongyuan seemed to think of something, and asked in disbelief: "What do you mean, do you mean to let my son-in-law..."

Liu Zhongyuan, as one of the vice presidents of the Dixing Poetry Association, was absent from the most important annual meeting of the Poetry Association, of course, there are more important things.

In addition to being the vice president of the Poetry Association, he is also a professor in the Department of Literature of the university, and he is also the leader of the Chinese textbook review team of the Primary and Secondary School Textbook Examination and Approval Committee.

The reason for his absence from the Poetry Association this time was that he received a task from the Dahua Department of Culture, which required him to lead the language team to create some ancient poems suitable for their age group for the Mongolian children who had just entered the school.

Because there are very few ancient poems suitable for Mengtong on the earth and stars, and most of the parts are Zhou Yu Yin Pan and Ji Qu Ya, so they can only create their own poems.

Because of this incident, Liu Zhongyuan not only did not go to the annual meeting of the Poetry Association, but even his hair was almost bald.

Recently, in addition to his own creation, Liu Zhongyuan has also visited many poets, including Su Xunsu, but with little success.

Because most of the ancient style poems created by everyone are gorgeous rhetoric and extraordinary artistic conception, but Mengxue poetry not only needs the rhythm of ancient style poetry, but also needs to be simple and easy to understand and catchy, if it can have some educational significance, it would be better.

Therefore, for most people, it is more difficult to write ancient poems for young children.

At this time, Su Xun's reminder made Liu Zhongyuan see some hope.

Still, he had some doubts.

Is his son-in-law up to the job?

ps: The National Day holiday is coming, I hope everyone can spend these 7 days happily and comfortably.