Lie Ying: All the villains in my family have been reborn

Chapter 155 Things Are Really Big
Seeing the gazes from his old friends, Mr. Zhuang knew that he had lost his composure and quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the words are so beautiful, I lost my composure for a while."

The old man clasped his hands together and confessed again and again, "It was my fault that I couldn't control the excitement in my heart. I couldn't help applauding and disturbed everyone."

"Forget it, you old guy is like this, you are always surprised."

Elder Zhou waved his hands in disgust, "If you don't shout, I will have to shout like this when I recover."

As he said that, he looked at everyone: "Everyone dare to say that you wake up first, how calm will you be?"

After Mr. Zhou said this, several old people couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

But everyone was still unconvinced: "Oh, look at what you said, we didn't mean to blame Lao Zhuang, you just said it there."

"It makes us feel like we can't stand people."

"That is, who can remain calm in the face of such concise and refined words."

"We just blame him for disturbing our enjoyment of the beauty of words, and nothing else."

Dear old people, if you say something to me, you can speak so confidently.

"Can I try?"

At this time, Ding Lao, who had been silent all this time, stretched out his hand to Jiasheng, "Son, let Grandma Ding try it, is it okay?"

"Grandma Ding, please."

Facing the old lady's request, Jia Sheng took a quick look at his mother, and obediently handed over the pen and paper.

"Thank you."

Such a well-behaved and sensible child made Mr. Ding very fond of it. He sincerely thanked him and looked at the other children, "Have you all finished writing?"

"Let grandma see what you wrote, okay?"

The Jiadong sisters looked at Wen Nian inquiringly.

The latter nodded: "Show it to Grandma Ding, and I will give you a new notebook after my aunt."

"Thank you auntie."

The Jiadong sisters expressed their thanks in unison, and their movements were not slow, and they quickly pushed the written things in front of the old man.

"Ouch, old sister, why are you so greedy?"

Elder Fang stepped forward, "Give me a copy of the writing written by these children."

"Oh yes, each of us has a book."

Only then did the rest of the elderly come to their senses, and gathered around the round table, carefully picking up the words written by the children.

While everyone wanted a sneak peek, there was no competition.

They were afraid that if they were not careful, they would destroy such a precious text.

Holding Jiasheng's homework book, Mr. Ding reread the poem and article several times.

Finally, he looked at Wen Nian: "Can I transcribe these two articles here?"

"I want to see if I can write it down in this notebook."

Wen Nian nodded: "Senior, please feel free."

She really didn't think things were as exaggerated as they said.

Several children in my family can write it, but these cultural elders can't write it?

But soon, she realized that she was thinking too simply.

I saw Mr. Ding holding a pencil, writing solemnly, and rushing to write quickly.

But when they looked over, they found that although there were a few words in her writing, it was not written at all.

These words can appear alone, but they cannot form a classic poem like Wen Nian.

Several other elderly people also tried, no matter how hard they tried, the words they wrote were different from those written by the children.

Looking up, Wen Nian saw that the foreheads of these old people who were trying to write had begun to sweat.

His face also became paler and paler.

If they persist, they are afraid that something will go wrong.

"Mr. Ding, Mr. Fang, and Mr. Yun, stop quickly."

Before Wen Nian could stop her, Liuli shouted anxiously, "Don't do this, stop quickly."

Seeing that Liuli was so anxious and panicked, Wen Nian realized how serious the matter was.

(End of this chapter)