This Zhou Changgui really went to great lengths to show off, belittling this timeless masterpiece in every way he spoke, as if saying such things would make him seem incredibly talented.
"Hey, Xiaosheng..."
Seeing Jiang Sheng sitting there without saying a word and with no emotion on his face, Zhao Xuehui thought he was unhappy and quickly tried to comfort him.
"Xiaosheng, don't be discouraged," Zhao Xuehui said in a conciliatory manner, picking up a piece of braised pork from her own bowl and giving it to Jiang Sheng. "You've already written like this since you've just started. My friend said that you're better than any other beginner he's ever seen. That's a huge advantage!"
Zhao Nianmeng, who was standing next to her, felt that something seemed a little off.
Although she is not particularly accomplished in literature, she is still a graduate of a prestigious university and naturally has a certain foundation in literature.
When she read that poem before, she felt that the poem revealed her younger brother's great talent between the lines.
Although Xuehui had just said that the other party's evaluation of her younger brother did use some professional terms, Zhao Nianmeng subconsciously felt that the poem didn't seem pretentious at all.
"Alright, alright," Zhao Nianmeng said with a smile, trying to smooth things over. "You've actually done a really good job writing this. In my opinion, it's the best you've ever written!"
Jiang Sheng didn't actually experience any emotional fluctuations. The reason he was expressionless just now was because he was surprised that Zhou Changgui was so self-proclaimed as talented and shameless, which left him speechless.
“No,” Jiang Sheng said naturally, picking up a piece of meat with his chopsticks. “I was just thinking about what was wrong with my poem and how to improve it.”
Seeing that Jiang Sheng's face showed no displeasure and that he was actually thinking seriously, Zhao Xuehui realized that she had misunderstood him.
Relieved, Zhao Xuehui quickly smiled and said, "It's good that you think that way. Actually, I was thinking that as long as it can help you improve, I can show these poems to my friend. With his help, you'll definitely reach even greater heights!"
Jiang Sheng looked at Zhao Xuehui with a grateful expression and said, "That's really great!"
“Thank you, Second Sister, but on another note,” Jiang Sheng said, “besides his comments, did your friend offer any other suggestions for revision?”
"I also want to see where there are still shortcomings. If I can revise my poems, I think they will definitely be better!"
Seeing Jiang Sheng scratch his head, asking him so humbly.
Zhao Xuehui was finally able to relax completely.
It seems that my younger brother doesn't really have any issues with Zhou Changgui. He originally thought that my younger brother would use this poem to deliberately talk badly about Zhou Changgui to him.
But now it seems that I was judging others by my own petty standards.
“Don’t worry,” Zhao Xuehui said with a smile to Jiang Sheng. “My friend said he would help you with some minor polishing. I’ll show you the polished poem then, and you’ll know exactly where it’s lacking.”
"Oh well."
Jiang Sheng nodded expectantly, then, as if suddenly remembering something, asked curiously, "By the way, Second Sister, you didn't show my poem to Teacher Zhou, did you?"
Yes, yes.
Jiang Sheng suddenly mentioned Zhou Changgui, and Zhao Xuehui couldn't very well shake her head in denial, so she could only nod hesitantly.
Seeing that Jiang Sheng didn't seem unhappy at all, Zhao Xuehui suppressed her doubts and couldn't help but ask, "You don't dislike Teacher Zhou, so you're angry that I gave him your poem?"
"How could that be?"
Jiang Sheng quickly shook his head, like a rattle-drum, his expression as sincere as could be.
"Although I have some other opinions about Teacher Zhou, poetry is poetry and opinions are opinions. These two aspects are not contradictory. I still admire Teacher Zhou's talent."
Jiang Sheng said these words against his will, almost vomiting from his own words, but his face showed a very sincere smile.
"I feel quite honored that he can help me guide and polish this poem I wrote, and I am also looking forward to receiving his results as soon as possible."
Seeing Jiang Sheng so diligent and eager to learn, Zhao Xuehui felt relieved, but also guilty for her earlier suspicions.
"That's good. I'll definitely let you know as soon as I have the results."
"Then thank you, Second Sister," Jiang Sheng said, but he couldn't help but purse his lips at Zhao Xuehui and said with dissatisfaction, "I really didn't know that Second Sister would think of me like this. Teacher Zhou is talented, and I admire talented people. Who knew that Second Sister would misunderstand me like that for some unfounded reason?"
"I……"
Zhao Xuehui was about to offer an explanation, but seeing Jiang Sheng's aggrieved expression, she could only surrender with her hands raised and shake her head helplessly.
"Alright, little brother, I was wrong, okay? I shouldn't have thought of you that way."
She thought this subconsciously, after all, she knew that her younger brother did have a problem with Zhou Changgui.
So the misunderstanding about Jiang Sheng earlier was just wishful thinking. Who knew that my little brother was so sincere, and I ended up making him feel wronged.
Okay.
Zhao Nianmeng, who was standing next to him, quickly smiled and smoothed things over: "Hurry up and eat, or the food will get cold. Defu is probably starving in the ward right now. Let's finish eating and take his food to him as soon as possible."
When Zhao Defu was mentioned, the group quickly ended their previous conversation and began eating.
When they delivered the food to the ward, Zhao Defu had actually fallen asleep.
Seeing this, Jiang Sheng shook his head helplessly, then turned to look at the Zhao Xuehui and Zhao Nianmeng sisters.
"Big sister, second sister, you two have to go to work tomorrow, so go back and rest. I'll stay here and look after Defu."
As soon as Jiang Sheng finished speaking, seeing that Zhao Nianmeng and Zhao Xuehui still wanted to say something, he quickly interrupted them.
"Alright, I know my eldest and second eldest sisters definitely want to stay too, but I'm the only one of the three of us who doesn't have anything to do tomorrow. Besides, there's a cot for a caregiver right here."
Zhao Defu was injured in the head. Although the initial examination showed nothing serious, he still had to be hospitalized for observation overnight, as required by the hospital doctors.
Therefore, one of the three of them would inevitably have to stay and keep an eye on the patient at the bedside.
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