"You think too highly of your second sister. A good article is a natural creation, a stroke of genius. Don't worry about it!"
Zhao Xuehui hadn't expected that Jiang Sheng could write such an excellent first half of the poem; it was already quite an achievement.
After saying this with a smile, Zhao Xuehui looked at her shy and humble younger brother and smiled.
Then he stepped forward and, before Jiang Sheng could react, hugged him tightly.
After hugging him, Zhao Xuehui even winked at Jiang Sheng, who looked completely bewildered.
“This is a reward for you,” Zhao said.
Jiang Sheng was caught off guard by Zhao Xuehui's sudden attack and didn't react for a moment.
His expression was a little blank.
The soft, fragrant touch vanished before I could even savor it, leaving me feeling a sense of loss.
Unexpectedly, all I did was write the first half of the poem, and my second sister rewarded me with a hug.
It seems that the allure and temptation of writing poetry is truly great for my second sister.
Otherwise, if it weren't for Second Sister's love of poetry, Zhou Changgui wouldn't have let Zhao Xuehui get so mired in this mess.
Thinking of this, Jiang Sheng felt a sense of crisis.
However, he stood there for a long time without saying a word, which, in Zhao Xuehui's eyes, seemed to make him look a little silly after she hugged him.
"Hey, wake up!"
Zhao Xuehui couldn't help but smile and glance at Jiang Sheng, then complained, "It was just a hug, is it really necessary for you to be so nostalgic about it?"
After regaining his composure, Jiang Sheng couldn't help but reply with a similar comment.
"This is my second sister's hug, not someone else's. I definitely need to savor it, because who knows when the next one will be!"
"You brat!"
Seeing the mischievous smile on Jiang Sheng's face, Zhao Xuehui blushed for no reason. "You're such a smooth talker!"
Watching the two siblings laughing and joking around, Zhao Nianmeng couldn't help but smile as well.
"Alright, alright, stop joking around here. This poem is so well written, when my little brother becomes a great poet, we'll probably benefit from it too."
"Of course!" Jiang Sheng pleaded, looking for a reward. "Big sister, second sister just gave me a reward, won't you consider giving me one too? I'll take care of you from now on!"
"You little rascal," Zhao Nianmeng shook her head with a smile, but before she could say anything more, Zhao Xuehui glared at Jiang Sheng and said, "Isn't it enough that your second sister hugged you? You're still thinking about your eldest sister. You're really eating what's in your bowl while thinking about what's in the pot. Don't be rude to your eldest sister!"
Seeing that Zhao Xuehui's fist was about to hit him, Jiang Sheng quickly covered his head and begged for mercy.
"I was wrong, Second Sister, I was wrong!"
Jiang Sheng's face was full of ingratiating smiles: "Second sister, I wanted you to give me some suggestions for revisions, but you haven't told me yet."
Zhao Xuehui didn't realize that Jiang Sheng was changing the subject. Upon hearing this, she glared at him before looking back at the paper in her hand.
"This poem is quite good. Maybe my skill level is not high enough. In short, I can't find anything that can be revised."
Zhao Xuehui didn't pretend to know what she didn't: "However, I do know quite a few friends who write good poetry. If you don't mind, I can give them to my friends and have them polish them up. Who knows, they might even get published in a magazine!"
Jiang Sheng paused slightly upon hearing this, but did not show any sign that something was amiss.
Hearing his second sister's words, he could roughly guess that the person being "polished" could only be that other person.
My second sister will definitely give this poem to that scumbag Zhou Changgui.
Although that's what he was thinking, Jiang Sheng didn't show it. Instead, he nodded in agreement with Zhao Xuehui's words.
"No problem, Second Sister, you know a lot of people, so I'll leave this matter to you!"
Zhao Xuehui nodded.
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