Han Xiao felt much better when he thought of this. Mr. Qinghe smiled knowingly when he saw Han Xiao's folded heart. "So that's how it is. Looks like I'm going to be a matchmaker today. Tell me which girl or boy you like, and I'll go and find you a date."
The people who were still making fun of Han Xiao stopped laughing immediately and continued to look at Han Xiao with envy and jealousy. Where did this kid come from and how could he have such a good thing happen to him?
Mr. Qinghe looked at the folded little hearts and didn't know where to start, so he handed it to Han Xiao and asked him to take it apart himself.
Han Xiao had no choice but to open it again and hand it to Qinghe. Mr. Qinghe quickly read it, then looked at Han Xiao solemnly and said, "Didn't you really write this yourself?"
Mr. Qinghe felt that the person who wrote these poems was extremely talented and truly a genius. For a moment, he was unsure whether they were written by Han Xiao himself or by someone else.
Magistrate He had been curious for a long time. When he heard Mr. Qinghe ask this, he also stepped forward and said, "Mr. Qinghe, could you please let me take a look?"
Mr. Qinghe handed it to County Magistrate He. After looking at a few of them, County Magistrate He looked at Han Xiao in surprise. He had asked about Han Xiao a long time ago. Didn't he say that he was just a peasant who couldn't read a single word?
Han Xiao frowned, not understanding why Mr. Qinghe's expression was so serious.
He thought for a long time and continued, "Mr. Qinghe, these poems were not written by me. Instead, they were given to me by a beggar I rescued before. He gave me a collection of poems containing these verses. I just memorized them, and the handwriting is the same as that book."
Mr. Qinghe was excited when he heard this: "Poetry collection? You mean there are other poems?"
Han Xiao nodded, and Mr. Qinghe immediately became excited. He grabbed Han Xiao's hand and asked him where the collection of poems was.
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