Age: My Small World

Chapter 183 Be a Poet
In the evening.

The three of them sat around the kang, with three side dishes on the table in the middle, and the staple food was three white steamed buns with some yellow marks on them, probably because corn flour was added to the white flour.

"Okay, stop standing around and start eating." Chen Huiling said with a smile.

"Yang Jun, try this fried egg and bamboo shoots."

Among the three dishes, the fried eggs with winter bamboo shoots was cooked by Jiang Xueying, while the other tofu boxes and a pot of hodgepodge were naturally the work of Aunt Chen.

"Aunt Chen, this is too rich." Yang Jun took the dish from Jiang Xueying with the bowl in his hand, but couldn't help but sigh.

Even though they knew that Chen Huiling's salary should be quite high, the two of them had just gone to Beijing some time ago, and the cost of treating Jiang Xueying must be high, so there might be a shortage of money at home.

Now is a time when food is relatively scarce, so being able to make such dishes is considered quite a luxury.

If I go to someone else's house, it would be nice to have some dry corn porridge.

"Don't think too much, kid. Auntie will be happy only if you eat well." Chen Huiling said as she picked up some food for him.

Yang Jun had no choice but to invite the two of them to eat as well.

White steamed buns taste very good, no worse than rice. They are even more delicious when added with vegetables.

The mother and daughter didn't bother to eat and enjoyed themselves.

This meal was not a regular one, but was specially prepared to entertain Yang Jun. Naturally, it was much better than usual. On weekdays, the family only lived on pickles and porridge.

Half an hour later, there was no residue left on the three plates, they were all eaten clean.

"Aunt Chen, I enjoyed this meal very much, but please don't be so busy next time. It's such a waste."

It is not easy to buy fine flour now, and there is some minced meat in the tofu box, which is even more difficult to obtain.

"What's the waste? It's just a meal."

Chen Huiling would just swallow her difficulties and not tell anyone.

Most Chinese people are like this. Only they themselves can understand their implicit and reserved emotions. Foreigners certainly cannot understand this, which leads to considerable cultural differences.

Yang Jun said nothing more, thinking that he would bring some food next time. This meal should have used up a lot of the food stored in Jiang Xueying's house, so as not to let the mother and daughter starve.

After meal.

Jiang Xueying called Yang Jun out.

It was already dusk in the evening. Through a trace of residual red in the distance, you could see snowflakes accumulated on every roof, and they were as red as the sunlight.

The snow on the street was melted by people walking back and forth, leaving only snow shadows on both sides. Some naughty children piled all kinds of small things on it.

There were people, flags, animals, and a small bowl for playing house, with some soil and leaves in it. Perhaps they were halfway through playing house when they were called home for dinner.

"You wrote to me about nothing else?"

The two walked quietly for a while without saying a word, and Yang Jun couldn't help but speak.

Jiang Xueying gave him a strange look: "What's the matter? It's normal for friends to call each other to play together."

"That's fine, let's keep going. I can't waste the energy Aunt Chen gave me with this meal, so I'll walk with you a little longer to help you digest the food."

Jiang Xueying almost laughed when she heard that.

He rolled his eyes and said, "So you came out with me just because you didn't want to waste the meal my mom cooked."

"No, no, it's mainly because it's boring to walk like this. I think you can tell me what you are doing recently and what your future goals are." Jiang Xueying's eyebrows immediately lit up when she heard this topic.

"You don't know, I'm learning to write poetry right now. What do you think about me becoming a female poet in the future?"

"Then, future great female poet, could you please read one of your works for me to appreciate?"

Yang Jun was interested now. He really didn't expect that Jiang Xueying would have this idea. It was quite amazing.

Who would have thought that Jiang Xueying blushed slightly and said, "I haven't finished writing the first song yet. I'll tell you later."

Yang Jun was surprised. It turned out that he was still stuck on the writing. No wonder he wanted to come for a walk. Next, Jiang Xueying should talk to him about creative issues.

Sure enough, the girl immediately asked him about some of his creative experience.

She also said that it was after reading the novel written by Yang Jun that she thought about writing something, and she thought poetry was pretty good.

However, writing poetry requires not only talent but also a solid foundation. Not everything like pooping and peeing can become a poem.

After the conversation, Yang Jun discovered that Jiang Xueying was quite talented. She had been ill since childhood and had a natural sense of isolation from the world. She possessed the unique style that a poet should have. All he had to do next was to increase her foundation.

"Read more, read more books, I think you are almost there."

"So you also think I can become a poet?" Jiang Xueying looked expectant.

"Of course, everyone has the potential to be a poet."

The girl's defense was instantly broken: "Student Yang Jun, can't you just encourage me?"

"That's not a joke."

Yang Jun returned to the point and said, "As long as you have perseverance and determination, this possibility will be greatly improved, so this is the truth."

After hearing what he said, Jiang Xueying's eyes showed some surprise. It turned out that Yang Jun's views were different from others.

She nodded and said, "I won't give up halfway, don't worry."

"By the way, do you know where I can find a lot of books? I want to go and copy some textbooks."

"Textbooks? Yang Jun, have you already taught yourself all the knowledge for the first year of high school?"

Jiang Xueying was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.

While she was learning to write poetry, she naturally did not forget to study on her own. She invited Yang Jun over because she wanted to study together with him.

But now listening to what Yang Jun said, is he really able to learn so quickly?

"Not so fast. I just want to copy some textbooks to prepare more and take a look at what I need to learn in my second and third years of high school."

Although he hasn't finished reading the entire set of high school textbooks, he's almost there.

Yang Jun's daily routine is fully scheduled every day.

I get up at seven in the morning, wash up and have breakfast, and occasionally go to the mountains with Cheng Xiaoyu to pick up some firewood or dig wild vegetables. After lunch, it is time to practice boxing. I stand for an hour, practice Tongbeiquan for an hour, practice leg techniques and fighting skills for an hour, and then take care of the chores in the small world for an hour. It is almost afternoon and time to prepare dinner.

The time after dinner is used for studying. In addition, the planting, harvesting and processing of grain in the small world are all concentrated together.

Jiang Xueying patted her plump breasts, as if relieved. She thought, "If you really learn that fast, then it would be difficult for me to study with you. It would only delay your progress."

Yang Jun just smiled at this and said: "If I were really that talented, I would have taken the exam next year."

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