“Teacher Zhou is really too kind to my brother,” Zhao Xuehui smiled, interrupting Zhou Changgui’s thoughts. “He is really enthusiastic, and I think his writing is particularly good, but I’m sure I’m not as talented as Teacher Zhou, so I thought I’d let Teacher Zhou take a look. If he could give me some guidance, that would be the best.”
Upon hearing this, Zhou Changgui immediately opened the paper without hesitation, saying as he read, "Since Xuehui has said so, it means that Mr. Jiang's writing must be very good. Let me take a look."
After speaking, Zhou Changgui unconsciously adopted a serious demeanor and solemnly read out the contents of the poem.
Starting tomorrow, be a happy person.
Feeding horses, chopping wood, traveling the world...
After reading only the first two sentences, Zhou Changgui couldn't help but slow down his speech, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Despite his surprise, he quickly composed himself, coughed lightly, and calmly continued reading.
"...I have a house facing the sea, where spring is warm and flowers bloom."
After reading the poem, Zhou Changgui put down the paper in front of him, his face showing little expression, but he was inwardly amazed.
Although he couldn't write any good poems, all the poems he showed Zhao Xuehui were plagiarized from other people.
But this doesn't mean he doesn't understand poetry. On the contrary, in order to please Zhao Xuehui, he deliberately studied a lot of knowledge and content related to poetry so that he wouldn't give himself away when speaking in front of Zhao Xuehui.
Therefore, he was truly shocked when he saw this excellent poem.
The image of Jiang Sheng's young face subconsciously flashed into Zhou Changgui's mind, filling him with disbelief.
He's only about eighteen years old, yet he can write such amazing poems!
Especially the last line, "Facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming."
It's absolutely the finishing touch, it's beautiful to the extreme!
Upon seeing these eight characters, Zhou Changgui was already somewhat tempted.
These eight characters can be said to be the best line in this poem.
"Teacher Zhou, what do you think?"
Seeing Zhou Changgui's expressionless face, Zhao Xuehui couldn't help but feel a little nervous and quickly asked, "Is there anything you didn't write well?"
Zhou Changgui finally snapped out of his envious and jealous thoughts and smiled as he looked at Zhao Xuehui, who was looking at him expectantly.
"To be honest, it's really quite impressive that Mr. Jiang has already written like this, even though he's only just started learning poetry."
Upon receiving such praise from Zhou Changgui, Zhao Xuehui's face beamed with joy: "To receive such words from Teacher Zhou is a blessing for my son."
Hearing Zhao Xuehui's words, Zhou Changgui felt somewhat uncomfortable, but he still coughed and changed the subject in a very serious manner.
"However, Mr. Jiang is only eighteen years old after all, and his writing style and metaphors are somewhat immature. You can still see some deliberate attempts to pile up fancy words."
"Moreover, Mr. Jiang is only eighteen years old, and it is already written that he has traveled the world. It is too flashy and impractical, and it makes people feel uncomfortable."
Zhao Xuehui only had a basic understanding of poetry, and if it were really asked to write, she wouldn't be able to produce anything particularly good.
Upon hearing Zhou Changgui's assessment, she couldn't help but gasp, a sense of unease creeping into her heart.
"When I first saw it, I just thought it was very well written, but I didn't really explore the deeper analysis and meaning."
"Teacher Zhou, if we want to make changes, where should we start?"
Seeing Zhao Xuehui's worried expression, Zhou Changgui felt a little relieved and said with a smile, "Actually, Xuehui, you don't need to worry too much. For a beginner to write like this is already quite good."
Sure enough, Zhao Xuehui breathed a sigh of relief: "He's already done a great job. If we're going to revise it, I wonder where Teacher Zhou plans to start?"
That's what she said, but in her heart, Zhao Xuehui was thinking that when she got back, she would tell Jiang Sheng everything Zhou Changgui had said, so that her little brother could learn from it and strive to write better next time.
"If it needs to be modified..."
Zhou Changgui frowned slightly, pretended to hesitate for a moment, and then looked up at Zhao Xuehui with a gentle smile.
"Well then, since Mr. Jiang is your brother, Xuehui, he is also my friend."
"This poem actually has some good points, but its flaws outweigh its merits. I'd like to take it back and see where I can improve it."
"I'll give it to you when I get off work this afternoon. Based on the polishing I've done, it should be almost done."
"Thank you so much, Teacher Zhou."
Receiving these words from Zhou Changgui, Zhao Xuehui breathed a sigh of relief and kept smiling and thanking him: "To receive Mr. Zhou's corrections and suggestions is definitely a big step forward for my little brother. I thank you on his behalf."
"Not at all, Xuehui, you're too kind."
Zhou Changgui was secretly pleased, but he quickly waved his hand and said, "If Xuehui considers me a friend, then there's no need to be so polite. This is what I should do."
While the two were talking, the food was already prepared.
After finishing their business, Zhou Changgui tried his best to tell Zhao Xuehui all sorts of strange and wonderful stories to amuse her.
After finishing the meal, Zhao Xuehui felt satisfied, and when she looked at the elegant man in front of her, she felt even more trust and reliance on him.
"See you when I get off work. I'll be waiting for you at the entrance of the broadcasting station."
After dinner, the two walked side by side to the entrance of the broadcasting station. Zhao Xuehui greeted Zhou Changgui with a smile and then turned and left.
Watching Zhao Xuehui turn and leave, her slender figure almost made Zhou Changgui's mouth water.
Taking advantage of Zhao Xuehui's inability to see him, Zhou Changgui stared greedily at the figure until it disappeared completely before he finally looked away.
It seems that by using this meal to strengthen his relationship with Zhao Xuehui and gain her trust in him more than before, their relationship is progressing rapidly.
With a smug smile, Zhou Changgui turned and walked away, unconsciously unfolding the paper he had just left, looking at the poem written on it, before putting the paper back into his pocket.
...
At this moment, Jiang Sheng had no idea that his masterpiece had been belittled as worthless by Zhou Changgui.
After finishing his work at the factory, he immediately went to find Qian Haisheng and signed a contract with him for the canned food bottles for the second half of the year.
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