Chapter One Thousand and Twelve True Love (August 5th)
Chen Fulin smiled and asked: "Then you forgive me? Give me your address, and I will pay you a visit tomorrow with a moon tour and fine wine."
Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "I believe you, but let's forget about reminiscing about old times. It's best not to meet again in the future."
Chen Fulin: "Why is this?"
Mr. Zhuang sighed, "I have always been afraid of meeting old friends. Isn't Mr. Chen afraid at all?"
When Chen Fulin looked at Mr. Shangzhuang, he couldn't help but choked and was speechless for a while.
After walking far away, Mr. Chen, Mr. Jiang and others met up, shook their heads and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen is gentle and well-known for being a good old man, and Mr. Zhuang seems to be a broad-minded person, so why can't we deal with each other?
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Mr. Jiang said with a smile: "You don't have the right temperament. It's just like a writing pen. Some pens look good, but they just don't fit your hand. Doesn't that mean we can't get along with each other?"
Mr. Chen: "...Which one is more suitable for you, Mr. Zhuang's pen, or Mr. Chen's pen?"
Mr. Jiang laughed loudly and said: "How can you use such a metaphor? Be careful that Lao Zhuang will come back to settle accounts with you."
Yes, Mr. Chen understood it without him having to answer.
Manbao and the other three, who were still standing on the high ground, were staring at Mr. Zhuang and Chen Fulin who were talking in the distance and were having a heated discussion, "Tell me, what grudges do you have between Mr. and him?"
Bai Shan had good eyesight and could see their expressions, and said: "It doesn't look like they are quarreling, but the gentleman is very polite, and he doesn't look like he is very familiar with the other party."
Bai Erlang: "Sir, you are not a stingy person. I think it cannot be the result of a fight in school. It must be a grudge."
Bai Shan had a headache, "What kind of hatred could it be?"
Just as they were guessing, the three of them saw Mr. Zhuang stand up and leave. The three of them immediately turned around and ran away, "Sir, are we going home?"
Mr. Zhuang smiled and said: "Why are you so anxious? I brought you here to participate in the poetry competition. The results of the competition haven't come out yet. How can you leave first? By the way, what poems have you done today?"
Bai Erlang raised his hand first and said: "Sir, I didn't compose a poem."
Mr. Zhuang understood him, nodded and said: "If you don't want to do it, then don't do it. But after you go back, you are not allowed to stay in bed anymore. Every day after getting up early, you must go to the garden to read poetry for two quarters of an hour, and then have breakfast."
Go to school."
Shirojiro:......
Mr. Zhuang turned to look at the other two, "What about you?"
The four masters and apprentices returned to the atrium while talking. It happened that everyone had finished writing their poems, and the judges were about to come out with their evaluations. The poems were being opened one by one for everyone to enjoy.
Zhang Hui took out the top three they rated and said with a smile: "Today's poetry meeting has been very fruitful. I have three good poems in my hand to share with you, especially this one by Bai Shan..."
Mr. Zhuang didn't even have time to hear the poem from Bai Shan. After hearing the words, he turned to look at him and went straight to read it without him having to say it again.
"...Try the words of cinnamon under the moon first, my ancestors wished Hsinchu to surround Fengchi..." Mr. Zhuang nodded approvingly, and said to Bai Shan: "You have finally touched the edge of poetry, hahaha..."
Mr. Jiang was standing not far away. When he heard his laughter, he came over and asked with a smile, "You are a good disciple. You have won the first place today."
As soon as he finished speaking, the referee standing above was already looking for Bai Shan.
Man Bao and Bai Erlang immediately happily pushed Bai Shan up from left to right.
The next step is the old routine of the poetry club. As the seniors, they will encourage the juniors and then give them the prizes they received in public.
As the first place, Bai Shan got Mo Huiyuan's special prize. After that, Zhang Hui clapped his hands, and someone brought a pot of flowers up. Bai Shan took a closer look and saw that it was the ink chrysanthemum they had just admired in the morning.
Zhang Hui said with a smile: "Chrysanthemums are proud of the wind, and this black chrysanthemum is even rarer, and its black color is noble. Mr. Bai Xiaolang, I hope you can be like this pot of black chrysanthemum in the future, not afraid of the cold autumn, and bloom in the literary world."
Bai Shan: "...Yes, I will definitely live up to your expectations."
He looked at being placed in the middle of the table for everyone to watch, then turned to look at everyone's envious eyes, and finally could only silently look back at Man Bao.
Man Bao opened his mouth wide and stared at him, feeling that this was a bit of a loss.
Bai Erlang also opened his mouth wide, then lowered his head and laughed uncontrollably.
Man Bao couldn't help but pinched him and whispered: "Why are you laughing, idiot, you also suffered a loss, okay?"
Bai Erlang muttered: "If he has any benefits, he will give them to you first. I don't care about him."
Mr. Zhuang also looked at the chrysanthemum and was speechless for a while. Mr. Jiang on the side looked envious and said, "This chrysanthemum looks like it is about to bloom. Mr. Zhuang, I will go to your place to enjoy the flowers later."
Mr. Zhuang glanced at him and asked, "Do you like it?"
Mr. Jiang nodded and said, "I like it."
"Then I'll give it to you."
Mr. Jiang: "..."
He looked at Mr. Zhuang suspiciously, "Are you joking or..."
Mr. Zhuang: "Seriously."
"Don't you ask your disciple?"
"He will be willing." After that, he waved Bai Shan over, who was just about to leave the stage, and said, "Mr. Jiang likes Mo Ju."
Bai Shan immediately said: "Then give it to Mr. Jiang. Will the servants move it out and send it to Mr. Jiang's car later?"
Mr. Jiang saw that he didn't show any strength at all, so he believed that he really didn't like Mo Ju, but why?
He looked back and forth at their master and apprentice, and asked, "Don't you like the color of ink?"
No, they don’t like Manbao’s chrysanthemums and flowers, but they still like them very much, as long as they can’t buy them from outside.
So everyone glanced at Manbao together.
Man Bao coughed lightly and nodded: "Yes, we all like bright colors, such as red and yellow. The brighter the flowers, the better they look."
Mr. Jiang: ...I didn’t expect that Mr. Zhuang, who seems to be a bit elegant, likes such vulgar colors.
In this case, Mr. Jiang happily accepted the gift.
He turned his head and saw Chen Fulin, who was talking to someone at the side, but his eyes were always on this side. He just decided to be a good person and called Mr. Shangzhuang, master and disciple, and said: "The top spot has also been decided. If nothing else, you, the disciple, will at least
You have become famous in this area, and if you spread this poem to the outside world, it will only take a moment to become famous, so there is no need for us to stay here any longer and go out to have lunch together?"
Mr. Zhuang took the opportunity to invite, "Why don't you come to my place? Not only do we have a cook at home to cook, but we also have osmanthus wine that I brought from my hometown. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so it's a good time to have a drink."
Mr. Jiang couldn't help but laugh, "Didn't you quit drinking?"
"Well, it looks like I'm going to break the precept today."
The two looked at each other and laughed.
Man Bao, Bai Shan and Bai Erlang, who didn't like drinking very much, looked at them inexplicably, not knowing what was so funny about this.