Lao Wang held the book enthusiastically presented by the student in one hand and the thermos cup in the other, and walked home happily.
The spring wind blew softly on his body, and even looking at the grass on the roadside felt green and lovely.
When I walked to the fence gate of my house, I saw that the fat guy next door was also coming back with a schoolbag on his back. At this moment, I couldn't help but show a kind smile:
"Little Fatty, school is over! How did you study today? Did you take the test? How many points did you get?"
When I was a student, except for the top students, the remaining 90% of people had a shadow of this sentence.
Xiaopang is no exception - unfortunately, he is currently a bad student.
…
The little fat student sniffed his nose - there was a big temperature difference in spring, and he had a cold these past two days.
It's not a big problem, I don't have any other symptoms, I just keep having a runny nose.
I kept wiping my nose, but my nose was dry and painful, so I simply broke the bottle and smashed it. If it hadn't had time to flow out, I just sucked it in.
It’s not a big amount anyway.
The little fat man raised his head and said with high spirits:
"Grandpa Wang, there is no exam today!"
Lao Wang raised his eyebrows:
"There's nothing to be afraid of if you don't have a test. Come, come to Grandpa Wang's house. Grandpa will give you a set of questions, and we can take the test ourselves!"
…
Xiaopang is still young and doesn't know how to distinguish. Some words are not spoken by human beings.
At this moment, he hesitantly tugged on the strap of his schoolbag, sniffed again, and asked with humiliation:
"Now that the exam is over, Grandpa Wang, please accompany me to eat instant noodles."
He reached out and took out five packets of crispy noodles from his schoolbag: "I won it from playing board with my classmates today, and I have to eat another one, Ruyunlong Gongsun Sheng!"
Simply noodles?
Lao Wang felt a little pain in his cheek.
But looking at the book in my arms again, it is said that wealth does not return to its hometown, just like walking at night in brocade clothes.
Doesn’t it also mean that he, Lao Wang, doesn’t show off when he publishes books?
Inappropriate or inappropriate.
So he nodded and said, "Okay, let's go then."
First, he kidnapped Lao Wu's grandson into his home to show off, then gave the book to Xiaopang, and asked Xiaopang to bring it to Lao Wu...
Hahahahaha.
This picture is so beautiful. Lao Wang is looking forward to it!
He thought about it in his mind and felt that the matter was quite satisfactory, logically low-key, and seemingly nonchalant.
There are two flavors.
??*(?o?╰?╯?o??)??
…
It's just that the sacrifice is a bit big.
Lao Wang drank the water from the tea jar and swallowed another mouthful of instant noodles that had not yet been chewed.
At this moment, he was staring at the card in his hand, feeling very angry inside——
These unscrupulous merchants!
What kind of collection of cards?
It’s obviously a money scam!
He, Lao Wang, ate three packets in a row, both of which were duplicated by Yu Qilin Lu Junyi and Hu Baoyi Song Jiang. Plus the two packets eaten by Little Fatty, he just didn't get a single Gongsun Sheng!!!
According to Xiaopang, he has been eating it for more than a month and still hasn't gotten rid of it.
——Too careless.
Sure enough, after not being a child for many years, I still don’t understand the routines of these things!
hateful!
…
Lao Wang, who had a full belly, could save a meal today. Faced with the half-smiling look in Mathematician Chen's eyes, he said with a strong face:
"Little Fatty, it's already too late for you. Grandpa won't delay you to do your homework. Here, this is grandpa's book. You can take it back and give it to your grandpa."
Mathematician Chen couldn't bear to stare and turned away.
Lao Wang had a thick face and a dark heart, and said without changing his expression: "Just say that you did well in the exam today and grandpa rewarded you."
The little fat boy looked at the crispy noodles in his hand, and then at the 45 points written in red pen on his homework book, his big head, and his little doubts.
After a while he became happy——
Sure enough, it's not that my grades are bad, but that the school teacher's grading requirements are too harsh!
For a 100-point paper, why should 60 points be enough to pass?
Shouldn't it be 50 points?
He stood up excitedly, put his schoolbag on his back, and rushed home with the gift from Grandpa Wang.
…
When the house became quiet, Professor Wang still had to smile at Mathematician Chen.
"I just entertain the children."
Mathematician Chen glanced at him and didn't know what to say to this old man. He could only raise his chin:
"There are Jianweixiaoshi tablets on the table, eat more."
Fortunately, I had two dentures knocked out last year, otherwise the old man might not be able to eat the crispy noodles today.
…
At this time, the old Wu family next door was not quiet either.
Lao Wu's wife is not an academic figure. She has an ordinary work unit and attends ordinary classes.
At this moment, I saw my fat grandson bringing back a book from next door and flipping through it curiously:
"Why did your Grandpa Wang give this book to your grandpa? Did he tell you?"
Xiaopang is very proud:
"Grandpa Wang said it was to reward me for doing well in today's exam - I almost passed!"
Mrs. Wu almost fell.
His grandfather and father both have very good IQs, so how come they met this grandson and still failed in school?
Worry.
Especially the recent menopause, Mrs. Wu is particularly troubled by it.
…
However, Mrs. Wu was quite content with being a family. After balancing her mentality, she nodded to herself and said:
"That's right, you only scored 48 points in the last test, and you are almost passing today. There is still some progress - how many points did you get in the test?"
Xiaopang's voice softened: "45!"
Mrs. Wu:……
How can a score of 45 be considered a passing grade?
"I'm afraid you're a little too far behind!"
She looked at her grandson and gritted her teeth as her menopausal hormones immediately became unstable.
Xiaopang plausibly said: "That's not my fault, I think it's the score!"
…
He counted his fingers solemnly for his grandma: "100 yuan in half is two 50s, and 100 yuan in half is 50 on one side. Obviously 50 is definitely enough to pass, so why does it take 60 to pass?"
"If I count it at 50, I'm very happy."
Mrs. Wu’s face was ferocious——
You are happy, I am not!
With such a grandson, she can't even eat.
When will my son and daughter-in-law be transferred back?
The old lady can't stand it.
At this moment, Lao Wu also walked out of the study.
…
He now receives hundreds of compliments on the Internet every day. Apart from work matters, the rest of his time is spent in his study writing manuscripts.
Just... so beautiful in my heart!
Don't tell me, what if you are older?
After resting for so long, he is better than Lao Wang next door. He can earn one or two thousand by typing in an hour!
I finished updating a new chapter today and received numerous praises. Lao Wu felt very happy in his heart.
When I went out, I saw that my wife was holding a book in her hand and her expression was not good.
Lao Wu:......
He couldn't help but look at his grandson again: "You didn't do well in the exam."
Little Fatty is innocent too!
"I did very well in the exam and am almost passing. My grandma must still be thinking about this score issue."
…
Mr. Wu coughed dryly.
——Hey, let’s talk about the children’s grades. His wife is worried at home every day, feeling that she has not taught her grandson well. Her daughter-in-law may be criticized when she comes back...
I feel like I am worried about menopause.
But Lao Wu was too embarrassed to tell her that this must be hereditary.
When he was in school, he was beaten every day at home! It was later when he entered middle school and high school that he suddenly had an enlightenment and his grades improved by leaps and bounds.
In short, you can't blame Sun Tzu, he must have not laid a good foundation here.
He thought about it and changed the subject with a guilty conscience:
"What book does your grandma have?"
Xiaopang said loudly: "Grandpa Wang said he would reward me for doing well in the exam, so he gave it to me specially."
He quickly took the book and handed it to Grandpa.
…
Old Wu felt bad in his heart——
He knew very well whether his grandson did well in the exam, so why did Mr. Wang still do such a thing?
Are you trying to laugh at me again and pick on my shortcomings?
He reached out and took the book.
After taking a closer look, I was so surprised that I didn’t pull away!
The big words "Poetry, Wen Dao" on the cover made his blood pressure rise.
"Good old Wang!"
"unacceptable!"
The novel was actually published first, and it was used to pierce his heart!
Seeing his behavior, Mrs. Wu quickly asked: "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with this book?"
Old Wu said angrily:
"This Lao Wang is always evil-minded. This is the novel he wrote. After it was published, he showed it to me specially to show off!"
"No, I have to go to the bookstore tomorrow to check it out. They must have come out together, but I didn't notice it!"
It’s definitely not because my book was published late!
…
Mrs. Wu felt relieved - these two old men had been at each other's throats for half their lives. If they were to get together one day, I'm afraid she wasn't used to it yet.
But out of curiosity, Mrs. Wu also took the book, looked at the cover carefully, and suddenly fell silent.
Xiaopang looked at his grandpa and then his grandma. He always felt that something was not right. After thinking about it, he simply went back to the room with his schoolbag to collect cards.
Mrs. Wu's silence also caught Lao Wu's attention. Just as he was asking curiously, he heard Mrs. Wu say softly:
"After all these years, I thought you liked me when you pursued me."
The eldest child is old, so she was a little embarrassed to say this, but she felt really uncomfortable holding it in!
…
Old Wu was dumbfounded.
——What's going on? Why did the topic change to this?
It took him a long time to suppress the heat in his ears, and now he muttered:
"We are an old married couple, why are we talking about this?"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Mrs. Wu's expression changed!
"I knew it!"
Her words were sour:
"You don't care about me at all. You married me just to deal with your father."
Lao Wu:......???
What's going on?!
He quickly defended: "How is that possible? You smiled at me at the school gate, and I immediately took a liking to you."
What's there to be embarrassed about now? Let's settle the matter quickly!
…
Mrs. Wu said sadly:
"Don't defend yourself, I know everything."
"Look what the name of the guy next door, Lao Wang, is. The math got me wrong."
"What do you think of Jin Yong's novels?"
"When you first meet Yang Guo, your life will be ruined."
"What Lao Wang means is that he deeply loves their mathematician Chen!"
"As expected of a man of culture, he is so reserved and tearful, yet so passionate."
Lao Wu's blood was about to spurt out:
"I am also engaged in culture!"
"And you are from the Tobacco Bureau. I can't let Tobacco fool me! What's the point of you arguing about this?"
"Yeah," Mrs. Wu glared at him: "It's boring."
"I knew you still couldn't forget the most beautiful girl in your class."
"I even wrote you a love letter."
"My name is Chen Niannian, but your pen name here is Jiang Yue Niannian."
"You are writing a novel at home and you never talk about it!"
…
A bolt from the blue!
Dou E is wronged!
Old Wu never expected that this classmate from his school days would be related to his pen name!
Can't even hit eight poles!
Besides, does the most beautiful girl in the class have this name?
He, Lao Wu, was quite handsome when he was young. Isn't it normal to receive love letters?
As for his wife, when she went to the countryside, three young men were rushing to help her with work!
How many years have passed and how much turmoil they have gone through, who still remembers it?
He held it in for a long time, and in the end he could only frown:
"Don't get me wrong, this name really has nothing to do with her."
"I originally came up with this name because I thought I was engaged in history. Isn't history about the change of dynasties and the flow of time?"
"Isn't there a poem that says this?"
"Life is endless from generation to generation, and the river and the moon look alike every year. That's what it means!"
…
Mrs. Wu looked at him for a while and then said lightly:
"Then if you don't feel guilty, why are you explaining so much?"
Old Wu Tianling's head was about to burst. At this moment, he only had one thought -
Damn it, Lao Wang, I will go to the bookstore tomorrow to look for my own books. I will hold 100 books and smash them all on your head!
Menopausal women have many thoughts that they cannot control.
Old Wu worked hard, served tea and poured water, and then he comforted his wife.
I never expected that my lover, who was generous and cheerful when he was young, would actually become sour and jealous now that he is old.
After he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly touched his forehead proudly——
As expected of me, Lao Wu! So charming!
Alas, my wife just has too deep feelings for me.
Understandable.
but!
He stared straight at the small fenced courtyard next door. If his gaze could be realized, I am afraid that the pink roses blooming by the fence would be chopped into rotten branches and leaves by now.
snort!
Just wait for me!
…
Ding Wei didn't know that the book she sent out would cause such a big mess.
She knew there was nothing she could do, she was immersed in happiness now.
Probably because delivering books today made Lao Wang happy, before leaving, Lao Wang didn't add any more burden to her.
She sat in the classroom for another 10 minutes in disbelief, and then came to her senses after being reminded by Bai Shanshan and Chen Siyu. She couldn't help but be overjoyed!
After all, there is no Lao Wang class tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow is the May Day holiday!
No matter what, it’s a day where you can relax!
She swore that after relaxing for a few days, she would continue to study seriously!
Lao Wang's attitude makes him want to cultivate a Nobel Prize winner.
But Ding Wei is self-aware, and even Mao Dun doesn't dare to think of her ability.
My current idea is to write some stories that I like, let readers like them, and make some money, then I will be satisfied.
Being able to learn more knowledge, condense her writing, and tell her story better is her goal.
It really couldn't be simpler.
…
Good things come in pairs.
Just that afternoon, Xie Yan also called.
"Weiwei!"
You can hear his joy through the phone.
"I'm on break now!"
"we are on holiday!"
"The project is over, I can come out during the May Day holiday!!!"
