Cat Brother greeted him with a smile, not trying to hide anything.
“Sir, I have been traveling around a lot these past few years, writing down what I see and hear in travelogues to earn some money for writing.”
"This poem was written when I was stranded on the snowy plains during winter and was moved by the experience."
Before Mr. Mo Mei could speak, one of the older gentlemen said, "Oh, young friend, are you Jia Fei? I've read two of your travelogues; they're quite good!"
"However, I've always been curious whether there's any special meaning behind your pen name, young friend? It sounds quite strange!"
Upon hearing this name, Cat Bro's face turned slightly red.
When he tried to write his first travelogue, he really didn't know what pen name to use, so he asked his sister to help him choose one.
My younger sister was sewing a cloth doll when she casually picked out the two characters "Jia Fei".
As a result, the travelogue sold very well after it was printed. Some people asked him about the meaning of his pen name. When he went home and asked, his sister handed him a plush orange cat with a lazy, roguish look on its face...
He couldn't help but laugh and cry every time he thought about it, and he absolutely refused to let his sister put the cat plush toy into the clouds.
Otherwise, that Ragdoll cat with the same name would be held in the arms of countless girls...
He's so ashamed he can't face anyone!
At this point, he couldn't say anything more, so he just gave a perfunctory reply.
"Sir, you're probably going to be disappointed. It was just a casual choice and doesn't have any special meaning."
The old men, being wise with age, could see Cat's embarrassment, but kindly refrained from digging deeper.
The second match is about to begin.
But Wang Sheng stood up and protested, "Sir, I believe my poetry is not bad either, so why is my work being dismissed?"
The elderly gentlemen frowned, somewhat displeased with Wang Sheng's rudeness.
However, Mr. Mo Mei still had his page find Wang Sheng's poem and read it aloud to everyone.
After all the students had heard it, Mr. Mo Mei gave a comment: "The language is too ornate, losing the purity of snow."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Wang Shengxu was probably trying to show off his talent, piling up ornate and flowery language throughout the entire piece.
If you didn't know the original title, you probably wouldn't guess it was about reciting snow.
Wang Sheng's face was pale and red, and he was somewhat unwilling, but he still sat down.
The second topic was plum blossoms.
Everyone was well-prepared and handed in their papers quickly.
In the end, the first place was awarded to Li Ge'er, who captured the proud spirit of the plum blossom and won the favor of all the old gentlemen.
It must be said that Mr. Mo Mei is quite a remarkable person. This time, without Wang Sheng having to bring it up, he took the initiative to instruct his page to read Wang Sheng's poem aloud as well.
Inevitably, Wang Sheng was crushed once again!
The third round's theme was wind.
The winner was Jia Xu, who has always admired freedom since childhood and has been traveling around in recent years, making him very adept at writing on this subject.
Mr. Mo Mei and several other elderly gentlemen did not hesitate to offer their praise.
The Jia family, which was not particularly prominent to begin with, finally gained some prestige in public because of Jia Xu.
The fourth round, themed "Rain," was won by a student from Luo'an Academy, who was also renowned for his talent.
There were even rumors that the dean intended to take him on as a disciple.
After this moment of fame, becoming the dean's disciple is practically a done deal—it's a sure thing.
The fifth round, the theme was "Mountain," and the winner was Lu Zong.
His father has guarded the southwestern border for so many years, like a silent and reliable mountain, protecting the peace of Tianwu.
Most of the people knew his identity and were moved by the perseverance and loyalty in the poem, so they unanimously decided that he was the first place.
Lu Zong won the prize, which was the dagger.
No matter how composed he usually is, he couldn't help but smile at this moment...
The sixth question was the most difficult, and it was no longer about objects, but about two very abstract words—family.
With each round of eliminations, most people had already withdrawn from the competition and automatically became spectators and judges.
Only a dozen or so participants actually picked up their pens to write calligraphy!
But the evaluation process was the most difficult for the old gentlemen, after all, only the best will survive the test of time.
After discussing it, they finally decided that Jiaren's work would be the winner.
He experienced his family's rise from poverty to wealth, and the grief and fear of national ruin. Thus, he started with the idea that a family can only exist if there is a country, and then wrote in detail that the prosperity of his family required the joint efforts of several generations.
The older generation willingly served as stepping stones, and the brothers supported each other, achieving success together...
Mr. Mo Mei recited the text himself, and apart from the wind, no one made a sound in the garden.
As soon as the last word was uttered, everyone spontaneously applauded, completely convinced of the truth.
This is not just the vision and breadth of mind of the eldest grandson of a family, but also a guarantee for the continued prosperity of the family.
Some clever people are already thinking about how to befriend Li Jiaren.
Mr. Mo Mei and the others, on the other hand, were so angry they wanted to bang their heads against the wall.
I never knew the eldest grandson of the Li family was so outstanding; otherwise, I would have made sure to bring him to be my grandson-in-law no matter what.
Now look what's happened; he's already married, to a nobody from the Xing family, and they already have children.
Jiaren stepped forward and exchanged a few words with the elderly gentlemen. His composure, calmness, and politeness won the favor of the gentlemen, who invited him to visit for tea in the future.
Finally, he took the whip that represented a BMW and went back.
Speaking of which, Wang Sheng is quite an oddball.
He became more determined after each setback, participating in all six competitions without missing a single one. Each time his work was recited, he was utterly humiliated as the control group, but he still refused to admit defeat.
Liu Kui had given up hope. He sat to the side, wishing he could cover his face with his sleeve, deeply regretting that he had offered himself up to be a clown.
Looking at the Li family's side, everyone had made gains, except for Zhimin, Xiujie, and Guo Wenhao, who hadn't won first place.
However, Zhimin and Xiujie felt that they had only studied for a short time and had only gotten third place twice, which was already quite good.
Guo Wenhao, who came in second place three times but never won first place, looked somewhat dejected.
Jiaren knew that his junior brother was talented in his studies but also sensitive, so he patted him on the shoulder and comforted him in a low voice.
“Junior brother, read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles. You’ve already done well in your studies. In the future, take the opportunity to travel more and see different customs and cultures. You’ll definitely make progress.”
Having said that, he handed over the riding whip in his hand.
“On your birthday, I couldn’t find anything good, so I just gave you a set of writing implements.”
"Consider this precious horse a belated birthday gift for you. From now on, let it take you to see all the beautiful landscapes of our land."
Guo Wenhao was stunned for a moment, then felt as if he had been placed on a hot stove, and most of the ice that had accumulated in his heart over the years melted instantly.
After his grandfather passed away, all the warmth he experienced in this world came from the Wen and Li families.
This senior brother is like a brother to him. How can he ever repay even a fraction of his kindness in this lifetime?
His lips trembled, a thousand words welled up in his heart, but he could only utter two words, "Senior brother..."
Jiaren shoved the riding whip into his hand and laughed, "Take it, Cat will snatch it when he sees it."
Sure enough, Cat Bro came over and started to protest.
"Waaah, big brother, you're unfair! You treat your junior brother better than your own brother!"
Jiaren tapped him and laughed, "Stop being silly! Don't think I don't know that you ride your sister's little red horse the most; it's practically your personal mount."
"Wenhao lives alone, so having a horse as a playmate is just right."
Cat scratched his head, sidled up to Wenhao, and whispered, "I'll come find you on horseback sometime, and we'll have a race!"
"Great!" Guo Wenhao smiled, his thin, aloof face suddenly blossoming with a radiant, dazzling light!
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