Chapter 1023 True Feelings and False Intentions (August Monthly Ticket Plus 5)
Chen Fulin smiled and asked, "Do you forgive me then? Give me your address and I'll visit you tomorrow with some mooncakes and some wine."
Mr. Zhuang shook his head. "I believe you, but forget about reminiscing about the past. It's best if we don't meet again in the future."
Chen Fulin: "Why is that?"
Mr. Zhuang sighed, "I've always been afraid of seeing old friends. Doesn't Lord Chen have any fear at all?"
When Chen Fulin met Mr. Zhuang's gaze, he was choked and speechless for a long time.
Mr. Chen, who had walked a long way off, reunited with Mr. Jiang and the others. He shook his head and smiled, "Mr. Chen is kind and well-known for being a good man, and Mr. Zhuang also seems to be a broad-minded person. Why do these two seem to be at odds with each other?"
Mr. Jiang laughed and said, "It's just a matter of personalities not being compatible. It's just like choosing a pen for writing. Some pens may look great, but they just don't fit your hand. So you can't get along, right?"
Mr. Chen: "...So, is Mr. Zhuang's pen more suitable for you, or is Mr. Chen's pen more suitable for you?"
Mr. Jiang laughed heartily and said, "How can you make such an analogy? Be careful that Lao Zhuang will come back to settle the score with you."
Well, Mr. Chen understood without his answer.
Manbao and the other two, still standing on the high ground, were staring at Mr. Zhuang and Chen Fulin talking in the distance, their discussion heated. "Tell me, what's the grudge between you and him?"
Bai Shan had good eyesight and could see their expressions. He said, "From their faces, they don't look like they're arguing, but the gentleman is very polite and doesn't seem to be very familiar with the other party."
Bai Erlang: "Sir, you're not a petty person. I don't think this is just a leftover from a fight at school. It must be a grudge."
Bai Shandu had a headache, "What kind of grudge could it be?"
As they were guessing, the three of them saw Mr. Zhuang stand up and leave. They immediately turned around and ran down, "Sir, are we going home?"
Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? I brought you here to participate in the poetry competition. The results of the competition haven't come out yet, so how can you leave now? By the way, what poems did you write today?"
Bai Erlang raised his hand first and said, "Sir, I didn't write any poetry."
Mr. Zhuang understood him and nodded, saying, "If you don't want to do it, then don't do it. But when you go back, you are not allowed to stay in bed anymore. Every morning after getting up, you must go to the garden and read poetry for 15 minutes before having breakfast and going to school."
Shirojiro:......
Mr. Zhuang turned to look at the other two, "What about you?"
The four masters and apprentices returned to the courtyard while talking. It happened that everyone had finished writing their poems, and the judges were about to make their selections. The poems were being opened for everyone to appreciate.
Zhang Hui showed the top three poems they had selected and said with a smile, "Today's poetry gathering has yielded quite a harvest. I have three excellent poems for you to enjoy, especially this one by Bai Shan..."
Mr. Zhuang didn't even have time to hear the poem from Bai Shan. He turned his head and looked at him. Without asking him to repeat it, he went straight forward to take a look.
"...Under the moon, the fragrance of osmanthus speaks of the first test, and the ancestors wished that new bamboos would surround the Phoenix Pond..." Mr. Zhuang nodded approvingly and said to Bai Shan, "You have finally touched the edge of poetry, hahahaha..."
Mr. Jiang was standing not far away. He came over when he heard his laughter and asked with a smile, "Your disciple is quite good. He took the top spot on the list today."
As soon as he finished speaking, the referee standing above was already looking for Bai Shan.
Manbao and Bai Erlang immediately pushed Bai Shan up happily from the left and right.
What follows is the old routine of the poetry gathering. The seniors will encourage the juniors and then give them the prizes they have won in public.
As the top of the list, Bai Shan received a special prize from Mo Huiyuan. After that, Zhang Hui clapped his hands, and someone brought up a pot of flowers. Bai Shan took a closer look and found that it was the black chrysanthemum that they had just admired in the morning.
Zhang Hui smiled and said, "Chrysanthemums are proud of the wind, and this black chrysanthemum is even rarer, and the black color is noble. Young Master Bai, I hope that in the future you can be like this pot of black chrysanthemum, fearless of the autumn cold, and bloom to your heart's content in the literary world."
Bai Shan: "...Yes, I will live up to your expectations."
He looked at it placed in the middle of the table for everyone to admire, then turned his head to look at everyone's envious eyes, and finally could only silently retract his gaze and look at Manbao.
Manbao opened his mouth wide and stared at him, both feeling that they had lost out.
Bai Erlang also opened his mouth wide, then lowered his head and couldn't help laughing.
Manbao couldn't help but pinch him and whispered, "What are you laughing at, idiot? You've lost money too, okay?"
Bai Erlang muttered, "If he has any benefits, he will give them to you first. I don't care about them."
Mr. Zhuang was speechless as he stared at the black chrysanthemum for a long time. Mr. Jiang, standing beside him, looked envious. "It looks like the chrysanthemum is about to bloom. Old Zhuang, I'm going to visit you to admire the flowers later."
Mr. Zhuang glanced at him and asked, "Do you like it?"
Mr. Jiang nodded and said, "I like it."
"Then I'll give it to you."
Mr. Jiang: “…”
He looked at Mr. Zhuang with suspicion, "Are you kidding me or..."
Mr. Zhuang: “Seriously.”
"Why don't you ask your disciple?"
"He'll be willing." After saying that, he waved Bai Shan, who had just left the stage, over and said, "Mr. Jiang likes Mo Ju."
Bai Shan immediately said, "Then give it to Mr. Jiang. I'll have the servants carry it out and put it in Mr. Jiang's car later."
Seeing that he didn't seem to be reluctant at all, Mr. Jiang finally believed that he really didn't like Mo Ju. But why?
He looked back and forth at the master and his disciples and asked, "Don't you like the color of ink?"
No, they don't like Manbao's black chrysanthemums. They still like flowers and plants very much, as long as they are not those that Manbao bought from outside.
So everyone glanced at Manbao.
Manbao coughed lightly and nodded, "Yes, we all like bright colors, such as red and yellow. The brighter the better."
Mr. Jiang: ...I didn't expect that Mr. Zhuang, who looks quite elegant, likes such a vulgar color.
In that case, Mr. Jiang happily accepted the gift.
He turned around and saw Chen Fulin, who was talking to someone nearby but whose eyes had been fixed on him. Deciding to be a good person, he called Mr. Zhuang and his disciple and said, "The first place has been decided. Your disciple will be famous in this area from today, no matter what else. If you spread this poem, fame will come in a matter of moments. So there's no need for us to stay here any longer. Let's go out for lunch together."
Mr. Zhuang took the opportunity to invite him, "Why don't you come to my place? Not only is there a cook at home to cook, but I also have osmanthus wine that I brought from my hometown. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, so it's perfect for a drink."
Mr. Jiang couldn't help but laugh, "Didn't you quit drinking?"
"Well, it looks like I'm going to break my vow today."
The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Manbao, Baishan and Bai Erlang, who didn't like drinking much, looked at the two of them with puzzled expressions, not knowing what was so funny.
See you tomorrow
(End of this chapter)
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