Siheyuan: After being robbed of marriage, the traveling frog returns

"Don't, don't, don't!" Yan Fugui quickly confessed, "Second uncle, didn't you agree to ask Chen Fen for money, why did you turn around and move my things?"

"What the hell, who told you to pretend to be dead just now, if you don't move your stuff, move whose stuff?"

"Second uncle... Second uncle... Liu Haizhong!"

No matter how Yan Fugui yelled, Liu Haizhong had already let his son do it.

Before noon, Yan Fugui's house was moved down to only one bed.

Anxious Yan Fugui and the three mothers sat on the ground crying and shouting that there are bandits!

But no matter what, life must go on.

Anyway, it's not about Chen Fen's business, he is at ease now.

Chen Fen didn't go to South Beauty that day. He made a pot of tea in the yard and enjoyed the afternoon sun.

Not long after, Chen Weilong ran over waving a small notebook in his hand.

"Father, what do you think of my composition?" Chen Weilong handed his composition to Chen Fen, his little face blushing shyly.

This surprised Chen Fen, because Weilong was only in the first grade.

Started writing essays in first grade?I'm afraid I can't even recognize a few words?
He quickly took the composition text, wanting to see what his son had written.

I didn't expect that I wrote two pages in an eloquent way. The neat and beautiful handwriting is much more beautiful than his father's handwriting.

The title of the composition was Xiaochi Remnant Summer, and it was about his and himself going fishing before the beginning of autumn.

The article does not contain gorgeous rhetoric, and the whole article uses fishing to reflect the family relationship between father and son.

Seeing that Chen Fen, who is a father, was a little moved.

It's hard to make people think that this composition was actually written by a first-grade elementary school student.

"It's very well written." Chen Fen stroked Chen Weilong's head, "I didn't expect you to have such a literary talent."

"Hey!" Chen Weilong laughed shyly, "I read your books, Dad."

"Books?" Chen Fen remembered that he had bought a lot of books.

There is no pastime in this era, except for reading books.

Reading seems to be Chen Fen's greatest hobby, so much so that he always takes a book with him wherever he goes.

But the books that can be bought now are all famous works from all over the world, as well as novels by famous authors.

In later generations, Chen Fen would definitely not take the initiative to look at these boring things.

Unexpectedly, the books I bought back were actually read and learned by my son.

Overjoyed, Chen Fen hugged his son over, "Veyron, do you have any books you want to read, dad will buy them for you."

"That Greek mythology book is pretty good, and there's half a Norse mythology book behind it, but unfortunately it's incomplete."

"Okay, I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

"Father." Chen Weilong said again, "This composition of mine is going to participate in the composition competition for elementary and middle school students in the capital city. Do you think there is anything else that needs to be revised?"

"There's no need to change it, it's best to show your true feelings."

With Chen Fen's affirmation, Chen Weilong is full of confidence.

Now the whole country is engaged in composition competitions, or Olympiad competitions.

It would be strange if we didn't do it that year.

Chen Fen was very proud that his son's composition was accepted into the competition.

But a few days later, Chen Weilong returned home with his head drooping.

Liu Hui was the first to notice something was wrong, "What's the matter, son, why don't you look happy today?"

Chen Fen on the side also put down the book in his hand, "Yeah, why are you listless?"

"Dad, Mom, I didn't win a prize for my composition!" Chen Weilong said very aggrieved.

Chen Fen laughed, "Isn't it normal not to win an award? Who stipulates that you must win an award?"

"The teacher said that my composition was not written by me, and No.1 was awarded to another classmate's 'My District Mayor's Father!'"

Hearing this, Chen Fen, who was drinking water, squirted out the water with a puff.

Liu Hui also sensed that something was wrong, and immediately flew into a rage, "Is this not a shady scene?"

Originally, Chen Fen thought that this kind of thing would only exist in movies, but he didn't expect it to happen to him.

Surprised, he was also furious.

The teacher suspects that the composition was not written by Chen Weilong, it's fine, after all, it is very unlikely that a first-grade elementary school student can write such a composition.

But the organizer of the event is too hateful, blatantly doing this.

The district chief's father is here, isn't this a fight for father?

So Chen Fen immediately walked up to Chen Weilong and comforted him, "It's okay, I'll take you to your teacher tomorrow."

"Ok!"

……

The next day, Chen Fen sent Chen Weilong to school after a long absence.

He took his son to his class with ease.

Chen Weilong's class teacher is Ran Qiuye, Teacher Ran, who pursued him at the beginning.

She was originally laid off due to special reasons, but in the end she kept her teacher qualifications.

When Ran Qiuye saw Chen Fen again, his heart still throbbed.

Even though she has been married for many years, Chen Fen is still a little bit of a deer when he sees that his demeanor has not diminished.

"Weilong... Dad Weilong, you're here, long time no see!" Ran Qiuye greeted him proactively.

"Teacher Ran, I'm here today to ask about my son's composition."

"Oh..." Ran Qiuye smiled awkwardly, "You said this, of course I believe that the composition was written by Weilong. After all, he is still the representative of the Chinese class in our class. It's just that the organizers of the competition don't believe it, saying that Weilong found him. ghostwriter."

"I think the organizer of the event is out of his mind. Can such a small child find a ghostwriter?"

"No way, I also reported it to the organizers of the event, but they just didn't believe it and directly disqualified Veyron from participating."

"It's too much." Chen Fen couldn't bear it. "Your school took the lead in organizing this event. Isn't your school the organizer of the event? Your school doesn't know the situation of its students?"

"That's right. The principal is the person in charge of this event. It's useless if I tell him. Why don't you talk to the principal?"

"I really have to find him."

Chen Fen asked Chen Weilong to return to his seat to prepare for morning reading, while he followed Ran Qiuye to the principal's office.

When they came to the door of the principal's office, Ran Qiuye knocked on the door.

A man's voice came from inside the door, "Who is it?"

"Principal Yang, it's me!"

"Oh!" Principal Yang's voice became enthusiastic immediately, "Teacher Ran, come in."

Ran Qiuye kept an embarrassed smile on his face, and then pushed the door open.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Principal Yang walking towards Ran Qiuye happily.

But when he saw Chen Fen standing behind him, his smile stopped abruptly.

"Who is this?" Principal Yang pointed at Chen Fen.

"Principal Yang, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Chen Fen, the father of Chen Weilong from our class."

"Chen Weilong?" Principal Yang thought for a while, "Is that the primary school student who asked someone to write for him?"