Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring."

"A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky."

Chu Youyi slowly read out the verses that Shen Wuming had revised, her face tensed, "The revision is very good, very good."

"But I just want to ask, which word here is in my original article?"

"This is the word 'Autumn'."

Shen Wuming is very innocent. He is only at a high school level. How can he compare to the most talented girl in Zhongshan?

If you can’t change it, you can only write it again. What else can you do?

"You...you just thought my writing was too bad and couldn't be corrected, so you re-wrote it."

Chu Youyi squeaked, but her eyes fell on the paper, pondering the verses on it.

Shen Wuming was not good at calligraphy. He only practiced with the old man in the orphanage for two days and could barely recognize it.

But in Chu Youyi's eyes, although the words are ugly, the poems are very charming, open-minded and ambitious.

Just like Shen Wuming.

Even in the pessimistic autumn, he can see hope.

See the clear sky and a crane lining up on the clouds!

See the poetry introduced by Bixiao!

"The poem you wrote is so good that I didn't even write it."

"I also said you changed it so you can show it to my little sisters."

Although Chu Youyi was angry, she was not the kind of glass-hearted girl who couldn't bear the blow.

She read this poem several times, and the more she read, the more she could feel the gap between the two sides.

Even the works of her, the most talented woman in Zhongshan, are not as good as one-tenth of this poem.

She was not angry, but instead hugged Shen Wuming coquettishly, "Write a new song for me!"

"You'll blame me again then." Shen Wuming sneered as he smelled the aroma pouring into his nose.

"No, husband...I won't blame you, you are the best..."

Who can resist his wife's coquettishness? Shen Wuming couldn't resist anyway.

Under Chu Youyi's coquettish offensive, he finally wrote another song.

"It is enough to lament that you are sentimental, when the wind and moonlight fill the garden in autumn."

"The bridal chamber is close to the sound of Geng, and I want to grow old in front of the lamp every night."

This is Yu Xuanji's autumn resentment, which is quite artificial.

Shen Wuming didn't like it very much, but it was very in line with his daughter's family's mentality.

Chu Youyi read it once and couldn't put it down immediately, admiring every word.

…

"Just two poems, you stayed up all night reading them?"

Princess Taiping looked at Chu Youyi with panda eyes, her eyes full of speechlessness.

"What kind of poetry can be refreshing and refreshing? I want to see if it can be written better than you?"

She knew that her best friend's talent was belittled by the most talented woman in Zhongshan.

Even if you look at the entire Dingzhou, they are all number one!

Chu Youyi proudly handed the two poems to Song Nanzhu.

"Autumn has been a sad and lonely time since ancient times..."

After Song Nanzhu finished reading, he curled his lips and said, "I think it's quite ordinary. It's such a vernacular."

"Shouldn't those good poems contain all rare words? That will make the poet appear to be knowledgeable."

Song Nanzhu had good martial arts skills, and he became a martial arts fanatic, but he didn't like poetry very much.

In short, she is a fool.

That is, following Chu Youyi, she read a lot of poems and had some summaries of her own.

The more humble you are, the more obscure and difficult to understand, the more awesome you appear.

Obviously, this poem is not within her aesthetic scope.

"You don't understand. This poem is mainly about the kind of heart and artistic conception. It completely breaks the idea that autumn is sad..."

Chu Youyi explained for a long time, but Song Nanzhu still disagreed, and then picked up another one.

"This one is pretty good. It's in the same style as what you usually write, the kind of beauty that makes you want to die!"

"That's the feeling of fragmentation." If she didn't know her best friend well enough, Chu Youyi would have wanted to slap her to death.

"It's okay if you don't understand. Come with me to the poetry meeting later and you will know by looking at their comments."

Chu Youyi is very confident. These two poems will definitely make everyone look at her husband with admiration.

"Tch...by the way, what do you mean by going to the bridal chamber? Shen Wuming is targeting you!"

"Don't tell me, you haven't consummated your marriage yet? Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems he is a little anxious."

Song Nan looked at his best friend under the candlelight, which made Chu Youyi look shy and said, "That's not what I meant."

"This is an expression of lovesickness..."

"I understand, I must be lovesick..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Chu Youyi's cheeks turned red. She reached out to cover Song Nanzhu's mouth and closed the microphone manually.

…

"Husband, this time Master Zuo Cheng convened the powerful people to discuss something, it has nothing to do with us."

Su Yuee'e leaned on the recliner with a lazy expression, holding a cat in her arms and letting Chu Pingshan squeeze her shoulders.

asked.

Chu Pingshan smiled and said: "It's just a normal exchange. At most, it's just a donation of some money."

"After all, if the embankment collapses, the government's allocation may not be enough, which will cause bleeding for local snakes like us."

"Not enough?" Su Yue'e sneered: "Without their exploitation, I think there would be more."

"If you hadn't touched their pie back then, you wouldn't have..."

"Okay, madam, it's all over." Chu Pingshan smiled and said a few words of relief, "I won't come back for lunch."

…

"Are there no new products recently? I've seen these three or four times. No wonder there aren't many people in your store."

Shen Wuming took the chair from the old man with bald head in the bookstore, and lay crookedly with his legs on the table.

The old man with bald head was grinning beside him, but he didn't dare to call him up.

The things in his bookstore were good, but the location was too remote, and the wine was afraid of being hidden in the alley, so there were not many customers on weekdays.

Shen Wuming was already the most generous among the few customers, and the store could only run because of him.

The old man with bald head didn't dare to lose his temper, but just stood there with a crooked mouth and crooked teeth, looking unhappy.

Hearing Shen Wuming's question, he sneered, "Do you think this thing is easy to get?"

"Not to mention how difficult it is to get the source of this stuff, the government patrols from time to time and will seal up most of it."

"I can keep this because I am an old man with great ability. Young people, learn to cherish it."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Shen Wuming took out a silver ingot from his arms and slapped it on the table, "Say it again."

"I say, sir, you are right. It's because I didn't work hard enough. I will definitely collect it back."

The old man with a bald head changed his face on the spot, took the silver and bit it, and confirmed that it was true, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Cut it." Shen Wuming sneered, "Go get me two bowls of knife-cut noodles, a large portion, and more spicy shells."

"Cut two pig ears, and a beef tendon, more chopped green onions, and more coriander!"

Shen Wuming found that the Yuzhou noodles tasted really good, and the boss had some skills.

"Two bowls?" The old man with a bald head was a little confused.

"You don't want to eat? I didn't see you eat lunch either." Shen Wuming rolled his eyes.

A strange color flashed in the eyes of the bald old man, and then he laughed, "What I said is that I am generous and I am rich."