Chapter 835: Teacher Xu, can we talk?

After eight o'clock in the evening, Qin Yanran was in the courtyard of the family members of the municipal party committee. Qin Yanran was in a very good mood today. After dinner, she took the initiative to help her mother wash the dishes, and her face was always smiling. ?шщЩ.suimEnG.1a. .

"Yo! My little Yanran, did you eat sweets or honey today? Why are you so happy? Tell your mother!"

Chen'Lu' Ping was overjoyed when she saw the'women', so she smiled and asked.

"Mom! It's nothing!"

Qin Yanran squeezed in embarrassment and said.

"Really nothing? Then mother won't ask!"

Seeing the ‘girl’’s shy look, Chen’Lu’ping even concluded that there was something in it.

"Mom! Why are you like this? Then I'll tell you."

Qin Yanran muttered her pink sakura's lips, and whispered a little shyly, "Today at school, Lin Feng wrote me a love poem in public."

"Yeah? Lin Feng can still write poetry? And it's a love poem for our Yanran baby! But mom is weird, it should be a very private thing for Lin Feng to write love poems for you! How could it be possible? Write it out in public? It must be very'flesh', right?"

Upon hearing this, Chen'Lu' Ping couldn't help but smiled and asked.

"How should I say! Mom, this is an accident! Originally, Lin Feng didn't intend to write love poems for me, but...I also want to thank Teacher Wang, who teaches language, because it was forced by Teacher Wang. Next, Lin Fengcai wrote this love poem for me on the spot."

With her head down slightly, Qin Yanran's face was now red to an apple, and she explained the cause and effect of Lin Feng's poem.

"Yo! I didn't expect that Lin Feng was still ‘very’ talented. He wrote a poem on the spot? Is it a modern poem? Yanran, do you remember? Read it out to grandma?"

The grandma on the side also said with a smile.

"Yeah! Yanran, what kind of love poem did Lin Feng write? My mother is also very good." Chen'Lu' Ping pursed her lips and smiled.

"Grandma, it's not a modern poem. Lin Feng wrote a seven-character quatrain, which even our language teacher said is a masterpiece. I will read it to you..."

With that said, Qin Yanran was proud to recite

"It's hard to grow clouds and fog.

Jin Yi Luoxiu's "lip" vermilion.

Who is Qingli from outside?

In a word, life and death are the same as Qing. "

After Qin Yanran finished reading the simple four sentences and twenty-eight words, both mother Chen Luping and grandma Ye Huiqin were slightly stunned.

In particular, her grandmother Ye Huiqin, herself a master of the domestic painting circle, has a lot of research on classicalization, and is not limited to the field of painting. Moreover, in ancient poetry and painting, there is no separation of families. Although her grandmother Ye Huiqin didn't know how to compose poems, she didn't know the difference between some old professors of Peking University in tasting and appreciating poems.

"A word of life and death is the same with Qing! What a poem! What a poem! Yanran, what is the name of this poem? It really was written by Lin Feng on the spot? This talent is worthy of Cao Zijian's seven-step poem!"

After reacting, her grandmother Ye Huiqin couldn't help clapping her hands and applauded, especially the last sentence of this poem, she read it several times repeatedly, slowly savoring it.

"Grandma, Lin Feng hasn't had time to name this poem. However, our Yu Wang teacher took one, which is an oath of each other."

Qin Yanran knew how high-sighted her grandmother was. The love poem Lin Feng gave her could be affirmed by her grandmother, and she was naturally more happy to bloom.

"? Appropriate! A little question! Yanran, you Teacher Wang has some level too! However, the most powerful is Lin Feng. I really can hardly imagine that Lin Feng is a modern person, and he can write such an ancient style. The meaning of the seven-character quatrains. Rare, rare... It's really rare..."

Originally, her grandmother Ye Huiqin liked and admired Lin Feng very much. After hearing this poem written by Lin Feng, she couldn't like it even more.

"Unexpectedly, this kid Lin Feng would still write such a profound love poem. It is no wonder that the soul of our sweet baby can be hooked away..."

Mother Chen ‘Lu’ Ping pursed her lips and smiled, Qin Yanran pouted her small mouth and coquettishly said, "Mom! Where did Lin Feng hook the soul?"

"No! No! Hehe... Mom knows that our Yanran baby can be reserved, right? No matter how many such'language' love poems Lin Feng uses, we will not be moved, right?" The mayor Chen'Lu'ping, who has always been serious, still joked about her'daughter' at home.

"Mom! You...you bullied me again, I won't tell you anymore. I went back to my room to review my homework."

The thin-skinned Qin Yanran hurriedly hid in her bedroom.

In the kitchen, grandmother Ye Huiqin cheerfully said to Chen'Lu' Ping, "Lu Ping, I didn't expect that Lin Feng really had some ink in his belly!"

"Yeah! Mom, there are so many things you don't know! Lin Feng has a lot of skills! Haha!" Chen'Lu' Ping responded with a smile.

"Oh? Then... Lu Ping, do you think we want to recruit this talented young man into the door to be the son-in-law? Don't you think Yan Ran also likes Lin Feng? "" Grandma Ye Huiqin also said haha ​​happily when she heard this.

"Mom! What age is it now? I don't want to guarantee a marriage anymore. It's all about free love. Let the two young people get along on their own! Let's just leave it alone..." Chen Luping snickered Said.

Lin Feng couldn't think that a poem he was ‘forced’ by Old Man Wang to write ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ would cause so many chain reactions. If he had known it earlier, he would simply stand behind the classroom and go to the penalty station, and would never have written this poem.

At this time, it was already 9:30 in the evening. At the Beijing T1 terminal, the dnj520 flight from Zhi'an City finally arrived safely at its destination after nearly four hours of flight.

After landing safely, the passengers began to disembark one by one in an orderly manner until all passengers had disembarked. As the flight attendant Luo Qingqing, after a quick ‘handover’ of the formalities, it seemed that there was something urgent, and he hurried off the plane.

"Huh! Beijing, I didn't expect Xu Minjing to come back after three years."

After getting off the plane, Xu Minjing found her luggage, pulled a large box, and carried a bag in her hand. When she was about to walk out of the airport to find a hotel for the night, suddenly a beautiful figure passed by in front of her.

Luo Qingqing, wearing a beautiful slim flight attendant uniform, suddenly appeared in front of Xu Minjing and said to her with a slight smile, "Mr. Xu, can we talk?"

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