Rough Guy in the 80s: Lovely Wife Wakes Up Every Night

Chapter 283 Dad's Poetry Friend

Lu Yumeng was startled: "Grandpa Chen, do you know my dad?"

But he was secretly slandering in his heart: that's not right, my father's kind of nouveau riche probably wouldn't be able to recognize people of Mr. Chen's level.

"Haha, what a coincidence, not only do I know each other, but I'm also quite familiar."

Chen Wensong clapped his hands happily.

"Because, we are poetry friends."

"What, what friend?"

"Poetry friends, we are all members of Yangcheng Poetry Society! Haha!" Chen Wensong said happily.

Lu Yumeng finally remembered those few earth-shattering poems by her father.

She was a little embarrassed: at first glance, Mr. Chen was a master of poetry and poetry, and her father should be a joke in front of him.

"Your dad is very accomplished in literature! But I am a strong competitor!" Chen Wensong's eyes were full of admiration. If he hadn't heard Lu Jintao's poems, Shen Luojun and Lu Yumeng would have believed them.

"Highly accomplished? Opponent!" Lu Yumeng couldn't help blurting out.

"That's right! Didn't your dad win No.2 in the 'Meeting Friends Through Poetry' competition held at the last Poetry Conference?"

Uh...that super moist No.2.

"So...Grandpa Chen, you are No.1?" Lu Yumeng hesitated.

"Hahaha, hahaha!" Chen Wensong laughed loudly, and this laughter concealed complex emotions such as complacency, self-effacing and pride.

"Hey, I really beat your father by a narrow margin!"

Chen Wensong said with a frightened face: "I didn't expect that your father would come up with such ups and downs and emotional poems, it's really amazing!"

"You mean the poem "An Egg"?" Lu Yumeng asked uncertainly.

"Yup!"

Chen Wensong recited it emotionally.

"Emotions are ups and downs, first suppressed and then raised, and a few interjections express the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of owning eggs. It is really a rare masterpiece!"

Chen Wensong sighed.

Lu Yumeng has become somewhat weathered.

Shen Luojun chuckled: "Well, it's very...connotative."

The corner of Chen Qingnian's mouth twitched: "Well, since Ms. Lu and Mr. Shen are still in a hurry to leave, why don't I send you two..."

"What's the hurry, I'm just chatting excitedly. Hey, little girl, your father is really a very talented poet."

"……Oh, thanks."

Lu Yumeng suddenly became curious: "Grandpa Chen, your masterpiece that won the first prize is..."

"Ahem." Chen Qingnian suddenly coughed dryly, and gave Lu Yumeng a look of "You better not ask".

But it's too late.

"Qing Nian, bring me the plaque next to my bed."

"...Okay, father." Chen Qingnian took it with a look of reluctance.

Not long after, he came out with a plaque half a person's height engraved with words.

Good guy, Chen Wensong made a plaque of his award-winning poems.

"Come on, little girl, young man, come and taste."

Lu Yumeng raised her head and slowly read the words on the plaque:

""China and Foreign Countries""

I don't know what the title means, but it seems to be ok.

Lu Yumeng continued to read:
"The chicken lays the egg and the egg lays the chicken.

Is it an egg, or, a chicken?
Yes Or No,

Is a question! "

After reading, the room fell into a long silence.

Lu Yumeng could feel the shame of Chen Qingnian holding this plaque.

"...So, the title is called Chinese and foreign, because this poem has both Chinese and foreign languages?" Lu Yumeng asked anxiously.

"As expected of Xiaolu's daughter, this literary sensitivity is high, so I understood it all at once!"

Chen Wensong exclaimed.

"Why don't you talk? Don't be shy, come, taste and taste."

(End of this chapter)