Hearing this, Wu Shanshan, who was drinking tea at the side, felt moved, then stood up and walked to the study.
Her father Wu Liansong stared at her leaving and sighed secretly.
Look at it openly, your daughter is okay, but like Wang Cuiyan, it is even worse to have a grandson without a son-in-law...
What a godsend, only a ghost can believe it.
Wu Shanshan came to the study room and found Wen Rensheng, who was indeed on the phone, chatting and laughing with each student.
"Xiao Liu, how do you learn puppetry? Learning should be integrated into practice. For this internship, you will use the puppet I helped you make during class. Yours is a puppet bird, which is difficult to control. It is just a good practice.
..."
"Yunshuang, that bottle of petrifying potion should be used carefully. Although it has been diluted by me, it is still very powerful."
After waiting patiently for him to finish the call, Wu Shanshan said, "Send me a poem, something that will shock the past and present..."
"You sound really loud," Wen Rensheng was a little helpless. He could guess what the other person wanted to do right away, "Let me think about it."
"Okay, think about it slowly, I'll pour you some tea." Wu Shanshan puts a smile on her face, opens the door and leaves.
"Oh, I really think this is a world where poetry reveals saints..." Wen Rensheng muttered casually, and then began to reminisce.
Think about which poem that shocked the past and the present has never appeared in this world.
There is a cemetery behind the vortex. If this is the case, then we have to find a poem that fits the artistic conception.
Well, that's the one, "Ten years of life and death...". Anyway, the person using it is not me, so I don't have to worry about being named Wenzhao Gong.
After carefully recalling it, he immediately wrote it out on a piece of rice paper using timeless regular script. After reading it, he nodded with satisfaction.
I am really an all-rounder...
Then he called Wu Shanshan to come over.
After the latter came in, he read it several times and suddenly burst into mourning.
This is a eulogy. Different people have different views.
Originally it was Su Shi who did it in memory of his late wife, but from Wu Shanshan's point of view, it was clearly her boyfriend who imitated her father's tone and mood, doing it for him and at the same time doing it for herself...
My father is a rough man, full of infatuation, but it is impossible for him to write such poems to express his feelings.
She looked at Wen Rensheng and said warmly, "You are determined. I understand everything you do."
"...Well, as long as you understand." Wen Rensheng didn't know what the other party had misunderstood, but it seemed to be a good thing.
Then the two said goodbye.
After going out, Wu Shanshan returned to the living room and handed the poem to Wu Liansong to read.
Although the other party cannot write poetry, he still has the ability to appreciate it.
He lowered his head and looked down, tears streaming down his face. Even in the living room, in front of everyone, he could not suppress his special emotions.
At this moment, Wu Shanshan was horrified to find that dark yellow lights suddenly appeared on her father's body.
This, this seems to be what Wei Yiqing said, a sign of communication with the mysterious world?
When other people saw this, they were all surprised and shocked.
What is the situation? After reading a poem, you can have such an encounter?
Wang Cuiyan had the most experience. She stretched out her hand to ask everyone to be quiet and not to disturb her. At the same time, she whispered and asked people to guard at the entrance of the courtyard to prevent outsiders from entering at this time.
Everyone did as they were told.
Although Wen Rensheng was in the study, he also felt something strange happening in the living room.
When he came to the door of the living room without entering, he saw Wu Liansong's current situation and couldn't help but sigh that he would be slapped in the face.
Poetry cannot show the saints, but it can touch the mood. If it matches the alien characteristics of the alien, it will naturally trigger the favor of the mysterious world and gain stronger power.
This old Wu is really stupid and blessed.
I didn't think about this at the time, but I was thinking about finding a famous poem that would fit what Wu Shanshan wanted.
Now it seems that this old guy has received great benefits.
Of course, judging from the other party's temperament, he would rather not have such benefits and just hope that his deceased wife will be resurrected.
At this time, Wen Rende walked over quietly and whispered, "Son, did you write that word?"
He just had a rough look and immediately guessed the truth.
"Well, it's not my work, it's just a gift from God." Wen Rensheng is an honest man. He will never imitate that kind of literary copyist. Copying poems doesn't count, and he also kills the original author...
"Well, well, it's God's gift, everyone is like this," Wen Rende looked at Wu Liansong enviously, "I have a hunch that Old Wu may break through to the master level this time."
"Is he so powerful? He hasn't mastered his skills yet, has he?" Wen Rensheng asked doubtfully.
"The progress of the alien species is definitely enough. The rest is to slowly hone the skills over time." Wen Rende confirmed.
"Oh, this is also due to his years of accumulation. Those who are not infatuated will not be hurt by love, and those who are not hurt by love will not be able to make it a thousand miles." Wen Rensheng nodded.
"Alas, he is also a poor man." Wen Rende sighed.
Then the two of them stood by to prevent accidents.
Two days passed during this period, during which I declined visits from the neighbor next door, Mr. Zhao, and people from the Inspection Department.
Without these trustworthy people waiting for him, I'm afraid Lao Wu's promotion path would not be as smooth as it is now.
Of course, everyone unanimously decided to keep the reason for his promotion secret.
This was Wen Rende's request. He didn't want everyone to come asking for poems. No matter how much his son had in his belly, there wouldn't be enough for him to copy.
Keep some good stuff, he still needs it.
When Lao Wu woke up, he saw his daughter standing beside him.
He nodded with pleasure, alas, they are flesh and blood after all.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but say, "Shanshan, I saw your mother during this encounter, and I know everything you want to do. But don't be too hasty, things will turn around."
"..." Wu Shanshan was stunned for a moment, then nodded silently.
"Thank you Xiao Sheng for me for letting him bother." He continued.
"Old Wu, you are not kind. That poem was actually written by me..." Wen Rende came up from the side.
"Get out!" Wu Liansong cursed.
If Wen Rensheng can resonate with himself because he loves his daughter, then how could Wen Rende, who has both wives, feel even half of his sadness?
"Oh... don't talk nonsense." Wen Rende left sarcastically.
After scolding Wen Rende, Wu Liansong went out again and greeted other people guarding the yard one by one.
"Teacher Wu, how do you feel?" Wang Cuiyan asked with concern.
"It feels good," Wu Liansong forced a smile, "It shouldn't be too far from the master level."
Wang Cuiyan was shocked. The other party was only in his forties, which was not too far away. He was probably only half a step away, or even had already crossed over, but had not yet consolidated it.
Thinking of this, she stared hard at Wang Wenwen, who was playing games with her God-given grandson. The latter was heartless and playing with Zhao Han next to him. He didn't have the slightest sense of being a mother...
Someone received a gift from God and became a master; I also received a gift from God and became a grandma.
The more the comparison, the sadder it becomes.
"Stupid Wang Cuiyan doesn't know that the grandson she got will be no worse than Wu Liansong in the future. In a sense, it will be far better, because this will be the ancestral grandson of their old Wang family..." p>
Of course this was said by the narrator Zhong.
When Zhao Han saw this reminder, he was very relieved. It turned out that he was not the only one who would be called a fool, everyone was the same.
However, I have only heard of ancestral antiques and ancestral seeds. What is the concept of ancestral antiques and ancestral seeds?
