Coming into contact with the eyes of his old friends, Zhuang Lao knew that he was out of shape and hurriedly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's really too beautiful to write, it's a gaffe."

The old man clasped his hands together and confessed again and again, "It's my fault that I didn't control my excitement and couldn't help but cheer, which disturbed everyone." ”

"Forget it, you old guy is like this, you're always surprised."

Old Zhou waved his hand in disgust, "If you don't shout, I'll have to make such a voice when I come back to my senses." ”

Saying that, he looked at everyone: "You dare to say that you will sober up first, how calm will you be?" ”

After Zhou Lao's words, several old people couldn't help but be embarrassed.

But everyone was still not convinced: "Heh, look at what you said, we didn't blame Lao Zhuang, just what you said there." ”

"It's like we can't accommodate anyone."

"That is, in the face of such a concise and concise text, who can remain calm."

"We just blame him for disturbing our enjoyment of the beauty of words, and nothing else."

Ladies and gentlemen, you can say a word to me, not to mention how reasonable and bold you say.

"Can I try it?"

At this time, Ding Lao, who had not spoken, stretched out his hand to Jiasheng, "Child, let Grandma Ding try, is it okay?" ”

"Grandma Ding, please."

Faced with the old lady's request, Jiasheng took a quick look at his mother and obediently handed over the pen and paper.

"Thank you."

Such a well-behaved and sensible child made Ding Lao very fond of it, sincerely thanked him, and looked at the other children, "Have you all written it?" ”

"Let Grandma see if your handwriting is good?"

The Jia Dong sisters looked at Wen Nian inquiringly.

The latter bowed: "Show it to Grandma Ding, and wait for Aunt Ding to give you a new book." ”

"Thank you, auntie."

The sisters thanked each other in unison, and their hands were not slow, and they hurriedly pushed the written things in front of the old man.

"Ouch, old sister, why are you so greedy?"

Elder Fang stepped forward, "Give me a copy of the text written by these children." ”

"Oh yes, we'll have one for each of us."

Only then did the rest of the old people react, and they gathered around the round table, carefully picking up the words written by the children.

While everyone wanted a sneak peek, no one was vying for it.

They were afraid that if they were not careful, they would destroy such a precious text.

Ding Lao held Jiasheng's homework book and read this poem back and forth several times.

Finally, he looked at Wen Nian: "Can I transcribe these two texts on the front here?" ”

"I want to see if I can write it out in this book."

Wen Nian bowed: "Seniors, please feel free." ”

She really didn't think things were as exaggerated as they said.

A few of my own children can write it, but these old people in the cultural circle can't write it?

Soon, though, she knew she was thinking too simply.

I saw Ding Lao holding a pencil, solemnly putting down the pen, and writing quickly.

But when they looked over, they found that although there were a few words in the place where she had written, they were not written at all.

These words can appear on their own, but they cannot form a classic verse like Wen Nian.

Several other elderly people also tried, and no matter how hard they tried, the words they wrote were different from what the children wrote.

When he raised his eyes, Wen Nian saw that the foreheads of these old men who were trying to write had begun to sweat.

His face was also getting paler.

If they keep going, they're afraid they'll have problems.

"Elder Ding, Elder Fang, Elder Yun, stop quickly."

Without waiting for Wen Nian to stop him, he heard Liuli on the side shouting anxiously, "Don't do this, stop quickly." ”

Seeing that Liuli was so anxious and panicked, Wen Nian knew how big things were.

(End of chapter)