The crowd looked in the direction of his finger.

Hua Hua also looked up, wanting to see who could answer this question in this hall.

"Don't look at it, it's you, that girl." Old man Yuan's eyes were full of smiles.

Everyone followed the line of sight of his finger and found that the person he was pointing at was Feng Fenghua.

Someone reminded loudly: "Master, she can't answer." ”

If this was said by someone else, Feng Fenghua might have felt a little indifferent.

However, these words came out of Feng Qian's mouth, and they were a little more sarcastic.

"Oh, how do you know?" Old Man Yuan retracted his gaze and turned to Feng Qian.

Feng Qian stood up and smiled softly: "Second sister was born dumb and couldn't speak. ”

Old man Yuan snorted: "If you can't speak, you can write, can't you even write?" So how did she get into the upper hall? ”

Feng Qian's face turned red, bit her lip, and sat down.

Feng Fenghua also wanted to use "dumb disease" to shirk it, but at this time, when Old Man Yuan said this, he had to bow his head and write a few lines on the paper, and was about to get up, but one hand snatched the paper in her hand.

She turned her head angrily, and saw Bo Yan holding the piece of paper and reading:

"Snow is like snow, and it is like snow, that is, it is analogous."

The crowd was puzzled.

Old man Yuan asked again: "What is snow like snow, and what is snow like snow?" ”

Feng Fenghua lowered his head and wrote again when he heard this.

As soon as he finished writing, he was snatched away by Bo Yan again, and continued to read: "In the chapter of "The World Says New Words", Xie Fuzi once used 'the wind rises willow catkins' as a metaphor for the heavy snow at that time. This is like snow. Yuan Fuzi once had a saying, 'The catkins fly like snow, and the peach blossoms blow all over the body'. This is like snow. ”

After hearing this, Old Man Yuan clapped his hands and laughed: "Okay! Good! It's rare that you girl is so knowledgeable that she even remembers the old man's graffiti! ”

Feng Fenghua smiled faintly, but didn't write anything more.

She remembered the poem at the time, but only because of the heroic spirit in the poem.

Old man Yuan came to Mingde College for the first time, and there were many people who knew him and admired him, but very few people really knew him.

Old man Yuan's lecture is actually not like a lecture, but like gossiping with them.

Feng Fenghua listened and listened, and gradually lost his mind.

She stared blankly at Old Man Yuan's small eyebrows, and thought to herself, if she reached the time when she was gray-haired, if she could also have this kind of spiritual head of "self-confidence in life for 200 years, and will be able to hit the water for 3,000 miles", it would really be in vain.

Bo Yan leaned on the table and tilted his head to Hua Hua's side.

The atmosphere in the classroom was very lively, but the back two rows seemed a little quieter.

Tong Yeming was still talking about picking up Bo Yan's affairs, and almost called half of the people in the church.

"Su Ye, are you going?" Tong Yeming turned around and asked a modest gentleman in white clothes behind him.

Feng Fenghua tilted his head slightly.

Su Ye, Mr. Su Xinsu's eldest son, his mother, is Tong Yeming's aunt.

Weiyang City is said to be big, but it is actually not big.

The circle of high society is actually very narrow, and the big families are intertwined and married, and almost everyone has a life background of several generations, and they are all relatives.

Her aunt married Mr. Su's younger brother, Su Ming, the current head of the Su family.

Su Ye raised his head from a book, glanced at Bo Yan, and smiled: "I haven't seen Brother Bo for two years, so naturally I want to go." ”

"Hey, Tong Yeming, why don't you call me!" A woman sitting next to Su Ye kicked her eyes, her dissatisfaction overflowing.

Tong Yeming smiled: "Grandma, isn't this just about to ask you?" What do you think? Are you going? ”

The girl raised her eyebrows: "It's pretty much the same!" She quietly glanced at Bo Yan and smiled proudly, "Of course this girl is going!" ”

"Then call Su Yuan after school and go together?" Tong Yeming asked again.

The girl waved her hand: "Don't say goodbye, two days ago, Yuan'er secretly drank a glass of wine, and after being drunk for a day, my mother almost died." Don't call him! Don't spoil the fun! ”

"Zheng'er." Su Ye glanced at the girl with a smile, "Who stole the wine that day first?" ”

The girl's cheeks were slightly red, and her mouth was flattened: "I didn't ask him to drink!" ”

A group of people were talking and laughing, and the bell rang for the end of class.

Master Yuan jumped down from the lectern: "If you have wine to drink, don't forget to call Lao Yuan!" Then he drifted out of the church.

Tong Yeming simply turned around at this time.

Feng Fenghua had already picked up the book he had just read again and continued to read.

"Hua'er, are you still angry?" Nangong Shang turned around.

Feng Fenghua didn't even raise his eyes.

The gentleness of a hypocrite is more disgusting than the truth of a merry man.