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Chapter 307 Half a Love Poem
Zhuang Ziqiang didn't know that he became Sun Xiaoning's boyfriend in a daze.

But even if he knew, he would only have fun secretly.

This old cow eats tender grass and is not in a good mood.

Recently, he was busy with training and didn't have time to communicate with Sun Xiaoning properly, so he came up with a way to write love poems.

As far as he knows, there are very few young people who are good at culture in this era who are not literary youths, and among them, those who love poetry occupy the absolute mainstream.

Who didn't have a literary dream when they were young!

Zhuang Ziqiang thought about it and wrote a love poem that is familiar to everyone in the real world.

The world of "Human World" is equivalent to a parallel world, and many things overlap with the real world. For example, there are Lu Xun and Lao She here in literature...

But many things are different. The most typical example is Feng Huacheng, a famous contemporary poet. Zhuang Ziqiang has never heard of it in the real world.

After Zhuang Ziqiang inquired a little, he learned that the poem he was about to write hadn't been published yet, and it was obvious that the original author would not appear.

So Zhuang Ziqiang "created" this poem with peace of mind.

He believed that the power of this poem was enough to drop a shocking bomb in Sun Xiaoning's heart.

Expo bookstore.

The students begged Sun Xiaoning to lend them the poem and copy it again, and kept it as a treasure.

Sun Xiaoning was worried. After all, this was a love poem written by Zhuang Ziqiang. Now that these students saw it, they had to copy it, and it would definitely spread in the future.

She was a little worried that Zhuang Ziqiang would be unhappy, but the little vanity in the little girl's heart drove her to agree to the students' request.

"You must remember to pass on the author's name."

"Sister, don't worry."

The students left happily.

Sun Xiaoning is not very happy, what sister, I just finished the college entrance examination this year, you may be older than me.

After work, go home.

Sister-in-law Yu Hong was cooking. Sun Xiaoning took out the book that Zhuang Ziqiang gave her from her bag, and carefully put it on her cabinet. There was a special place for books there, and then she went to help Yu Hong cook. .

"Xiao Ning, you go and rest in the house, I'll do it."

"It's okay, sister-in-law, hurry up, two people."

The sister-in-law and the sister-in-law were busy with dinner at home in harmony. After a while, the elder brother Sun Chaochao came home by bicycle.

"Is the meal ready?"

Sun Qianchao shouted hungry when he entered the door, Sun Xiaoning rolled his eyes and said: "I know to eat ready-made ones, if you want to eat, you can make it yourself."

There are two brothers and sisters in the Sun family. Sun Xiaoning is more than ten years younger than Sun Canchao. Since childhood, Sun Canchao loved his sister very much.

"I'm not doing a little work!"

"You can pull it, your factory is almost idle."

Sun Xiaoning ruthlessly exposed his brother's words, which made Sun Chanchao a little bit embarrassed, "This damn girl is becoming less and less popular, hurry up and get married."

After saying a few words to his brother, Sun Xiaoning continued to have dinner with his sister-in-law Yu Hong.

Sun Chanchao waited for the meal, wandered around the room in idleness, and found the book on the cabinet, which must have been brought back by Xiao Ning.

He took it casually, fell on the kang and turned over.

Feng Huacheng.

Sun Chanchao might not have known it before, but now it is impossible for him not to know that it is his brother-in-law Zhou Bingkun's brother-in-law, a famous poet.

My younger sister graduated from high school anyway, so it's normal to like to read poetry.

He is not a person who likes to read books, and after turning a few pages, he lost his patience. He flipped through the pages and quickly found the last page that was different from others.

"In front of the door"

How I wish there was a door

morning sun on the grass

we stand
holding on to the door

The door is low, but the sun is bright

The grass is bearing its seeds

The wind is shaking its leaves

we stand and don't speak
it's very beautiful

There is a door, don't open it
It's ours, it's beautiful
A small poem, just a few lines and dozens of words, presents a beautiful picture in front of Sun Chanchao.

Even if he doesn't like reading books or poetry, this is the charm of literature and poetry, and even people who are not devoted to her can still feel this charm.

"Excellent writing!"

Sun Chanchao even thought of the past when he was in love with his wife Yu Hong, so many years have passed in a flash.

Just as he was intoxicated in the artistic conception of the poem, Sun Xiaoning entered the room, "Brother, it's time to eat!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she found her brother lying on the bed, holding the book she brought back and reading with relish.

Immediately, Sun Xiaoning was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. With a cry of "ah", he quickly stepped forward and snatched the book from his brother's hand.

"What are you doing? You scared me!" Sun Chachao said.

"Who told you to touch my things casually?"

"What does it mean to move your things? The book is on the cabinet, and I'm not allowed to read it?"

"No, don't touch my things!"

Sun Chanchao said angrily, "You heartless girl!"

Sun Xiaoning made a face at him, put the books away, and went to serve the food.

The food was served, and the family of six ate, Sun's parents, Sun Chanchao's family of three and his younger sister Sun Xiaoning.

Sun Chanchao asked while eating: "Hey, Xiao Ning, I think the poem transcribed in your book is good, did you write it?"

Sun Xiaoning's expression was not natural when he heard that, "No."

"That's right, if you have that level, can you still fail to enter the university?"

"Brother!" Sun Xiaoning stared round, very unhappy.

Yu Hong yelled at her husband, "Why are you flirting with Xiao Ning?"

"I don't wonder if my sister has the talent to be a poet, but it's a pity that she didn't write it."

Sun Xiaoning rolled his eyes, "So what if I didn't write it? I know the person who wrote this poem."

Sun Chanchao said, "I know him too, Bingkun's brother-in-law!"

"In Front of the Gate" was stuck in Feng Huacheng's collection of poems, and Sun Chanchao took it for granted that this poem was Feng Huacheng's work.

Sun Xiaoning looked at his brother calmly, without revealing it.

She felt guilty for some reason, so she refused to tell her brother the truth.

She comforted herself, it's okay, he doesn't understand these things anyway.

As soon as Sun Chanchao mentioned Zhou Bingkun, his wife Yu Hong took up the conversation.

"I heard that Bing Kun is going to go to sea?"

"Well, he said he followed that boss Zhuang."

The two didn't notice the change in Sun Xiaoning's face when they said "President Zhuang".

"What did he think, how good is the job of the publishing house? It's still a cultural unit, decent."

After finishing his meal, Sun Chanchao burped, "I don't know, maybe it's because Zheng Juan is making money now, and he's also moved his mind."

Yu Hong envied: "That's true, Zheng Juan earns several hundred a month now!"

Speaking of this, the Sun family had a topic.

"If it was in the past, how dare you think about it, good guy, you can earn as much as a month."

"That's right, I want to go into the sea." Yu Hong said.

"Yu Hong, what do you think if I go into the sea too?"

(End of this chapter)