It was difficult to resist the enthusiasm, Chen Feng readily agreed.

took Su Xinyao and followed the white-haired old man home, only to find out that the house in Fan's hometown was also bought in Greentown.

Taking the elevator upstairs, Fan Tong was responsible for opening the door.

Chen Feng casually glanced at the house number of the next room, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile.

"Xiao Feng, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing. ”

Coincidentally, the house that my aunt bought for herself happened to be neighbors with this Fan Lao.

The door opened, and a beautiful woman with black hair like a waterfall stood at the door, and stepped forward to help her with a smile: "Grandpa, you're back." ”

Her gaze glanced behind the white-haired old man: "Guests, come in." ”

The white-haired old man pointed to Fan Yingying and introduced Chen Feng: "Xiaofeng, this is my granddaughter, Fan Yingying, who teaches at the university. ”

Bright eyes and bright teeth, words and deeds with the fragrance of books.

There is poetry and calligraphy in the belly, and this poem is used to describe it, which is very appropriate.

Chen Feng smiled and nodded: "Sister Yingying." ”

"Hello sister. Su Xinyao followed behind and shouted obediently.

"It's so cute. Fan Yingying couldn't help but praise, "You don't have to be polite, just come to your own home." ”

The white-haired old man beckoned Chen Feng and Su Xinyao to sit down on the sofa: "Fan Tong, make tea." ”

"Why should you let me go, don't they have their own hands?" Fan Tong snorted coldly.

"Grandpa, they're all young people, I'll get them juice. Fan Yingying gently pushed Fan Tong, and then went to the refrigerator to get a drink.

"Thank you. ”

Chen Fenghuan around the customer hall.

The walls are plastered with awards, and the cabinets are filled with various trophies, most of which are at the provincial or even national level, with names written on them, including Fan Yingying and Fan Wenliang.

"I am Fan Wenliang. The white-haired old man explained to Chen Feng with a smile.

Su Xinyao was dumbfounded: "Grandpa, you and Sister Yingying are so powerful!"

The smile on Fan Wenliang's face was even worse: "I'm old, I can't talk about it, my granddaughter is indeed my pride, she has been smart and studious since she was a child, it's a pity-"

He looked at Fan Tong, who was sitting on the side playing games: "This grandson doesn't learn or know, he knows how to play games in Internet cafes all day long, and he doesn't want to make progress!"

"Here we go again, I'll go back to the room and make room for you!" Fan Tong cursed and ran back to the room angrily.

Chen Feng said with a smile: "Old Fan, your grandson should be in a rebellious period now, and after this time, he will naturally know that he has to study hard." ”

"Perhaps. ”

Fan Wenliang took a sip of hot tea and frowned: "He looks like this, his father still blames me for giving him such a name back then." ”

Fan Tong.

Eater.

"Come, Kaede, and ......"

Su Xinyao looked up obediently: "My name is Yaoyao." ”

"Yaoyao, drink juice. ”

Fan Wenliang looked at Fan Yingying with a smile: "Aren't you curious about why I brought these two children home?"

Fan Yingying sat down next to Su Xinyao and helped her unscrew the juice cap: "Grandpa is looking at them cute?"

"Likability is one thing. ”

Fan Wenliang took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "This is what I asked Xiao Feng to write for me in the car just now, come, you can take it and take a look." ”

Fan Yingying took the paper.

There are two poems written on it.

"The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy......"

After reading the two poems softly, Fan Yingying's eyes lit up and she praised: "These two poems are really well written, especially this sentence is always suitable for light makeup and heavy makeup, and it brings the scenery of our East Lake to life at once." ”

Fan Yingying was overjoyed and couldn't help but read the poem from beginning to end again.

Then, she looked at Fan Wenliang curiously: "Grandpa, what is this poem?"

Fan Wenliang looked at Chen Feng with a smile.

"Xiao Feng wrote!?"

Fan Wenliang nodded.

Fan Yingying's face was full of surprise: "It's incredible, this poem is written enough to be comparable to the poets of all dynasties, Xiaofeng, you are simply a genius!"

Chen Feng was a little unable to sit still.

"Sister Yingying, in fact, I didn't write these two poems, I just memorized them again. ”

Fan Yingying obviously didn't believe it: "Xiaofeng, don't be modest, if these two poems are really written by someone else, why have I never read them?"

Fan Wenliang said with a smile: "On the way back, Xiao Feng also explained to me that this poem was not written by him, and a talented and low-key young man like him is really rare in today's society." ”

Fan Yingying stared at Chen Feng for a while.

"Grandpa, I remembered when you said that, I just saw someone post an article on the Internet, saying that we have a poetry god in East Lake, and the picture of the chic poetry with his back to the East Lake, I really look like that. ”

She looked at Chen Feng with a smile: "From this point of view, this god of poetry is talking about Xiao Feng." ”

"Ahem!" Chen Feng felt that Su Shi and his old man's coffin board could no longer be suppressed.

"Old Fan, Sister Yingying, you say that, it's really lifting me up. ”

Chen Feng wanted to prevaricate the matter of composing poems as soon as possible, "Those poems are just what I read casually, and they don't deserve such false praise." ”

Fan Yingying admired it even more: "With a casual thought, I read it better than all the poems I have ever written, Xiaofeng, you still say that you yourself are not a genius?"

Fan Wenliang laughed: "Yingying, I know you best, although you look weak and don't like to compete with others, but I know that you have a pride in your bones, and you will not easily admit that others are better than you in literature." ”

Fan Lao looked at Fan Yingying: "You said that you are not as good as Xiao Feng, are you serious?"

"Yes, Grandpa. Fan Yingying was ashamed of herself, "For these two poems, I don't even have half the level of Xiaofeng." ”

Chen Feng couldn't listen to the praise anymore.

He just casually memorized Su Shi's old man's poems, and as a result, he was uploaded to the Internet as a god of poetry.

If you memorize a few poems by other poets, wouldn't you really want to become a great poet living in modern times?

"Grandpa, do you have such talent, have you joined the Writers' Association?" Fan Yingying asked curiously.

"Nope. Chen Feng added, "Fan Lao invited me just now. ”

"Did you agree?"

Chen Feng hesitated for a few seconds and said seriously: "Sister Yingying, I write poems, first, because of love, and secondly, to express my feelings, I never write poems to get praise from others, let alone to join the Writers' Association. ”

"Well said!" Fan Wenliang applauded directly, "I admire a young man like you!"

Sighing, he said, "Xiao Feng, since you don't want to join the Writers' Association, then I won't force you anymore in the future." ”

Chen Feng: "......"

casually pretended to be forced, and as a result, he lost the opportunity to join the writers' association.

Fan Yingying said with a smile: "Xiaofeng, I know that it is easy to join the Writers' Association with your own strength, but my grandfather is the vice chairman of the Writers' Association after all, if you want to enter, just tell him." ”

"Good. Chen Feng nodded.

Speaking of this, Fan Wenliang suddenly said to Fan Yingying: "Oh, by the way, the book you wrote, introducing our Rongcheng, isn't there still a preface, you show it to Xiaofeng, and let him write it for you!"