The hospitality is difficult, and Chen Feng readily agreed.
Bringing Su Xinyao and following the white-haired old man home, Chen Feng found out that Fan’s house was also bought in Greentown.
Take the elevator upstairs, Fan Tong is responsible for opening the door.
Chen Feng casually glanced at the house number of the next room, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Xiao Feng, what are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing."
It's also a coincidence that the house my aunt bought herself happened to be neighbors with this old man.
The door opened, and a beautiful woman with black hair like a waterfall stood in the doorway, smiling and supporting her: "Grandpa, you are back."
She glanced at the white-haired old man behind her: "Guests are here, come in quickly."
The white-haired old man pointed to Fan Yingying and introduced to Chen Feng: "Xiao Feng, this is my granddaughter, Fan Yingying, teaching in the university."
With bright eyes and white teeth, there is a fragrance of books between words and actions.
There are poems and books in the belly, and this poem is used to describe it.
Chen Feng smiled and nodded: "Sister Yingying."
"Sister, good." Su Xinyao followed behind her and cried out cleverly.
"It's so cute." Fan Yingying couldn't help but praise, "You don't have to be polite, just as if you are at your own home."
The white-haired old man greeted Chen Feng and Su Xinyao to sit down on the sofa: "Fan Tong, make tea."
"Why let me go, do they have no hands?" Fan Tong snorted coldly.
"Grandpa, they are all young people, I will bring them juice." Fan Yingying gently pushed Fan Tong, and then went to the refrigerator to get a drink.
"Thank you."
Chen Fenghuan around the customer hall.
The walls are covered with certificates of merit, and there are various trophies on the cabinets, most of which are provincial or even national. The names written on them include Fan Yingying and Fan Wenliang.
"I am Fan Wenliang." The white-haired old man explained to Chen Feng with a smile.
Su Xinyao was stunned: "Grandpa, you and Sister Yingying are so amazing!"
Fan Wenliang smiled even more: "I'm old, I can't talk about being great. My granddaughter is indeed my pride. She is smart and easy to learn since she was a child, but it's a pity--"
He looked at Fan Tong who was sitting on the side playing games: "This grandson is not learning and skillful, and he knows playing games in Internet cafes all day long, and he doesn't want to make progress!"
"Here again, I'll go back to the room to make room for you!" Fan Tong cursed, and ran back to the room angrily.
Chen Feng smiled and said, "Fan, your grandson should be in the rebellious period now. After this period of time, he will naturally know that he has to study hard."
"maybe."
Fan Wenliang took a sip of hot tea and frowned: "He looks like this, his father now blames me for giving such a name back then."
Fan Tong.
big eater.
"Come on, Xiaofeng, and..."
Su Xinyao looked up obediently: "My name is Yaoyao."
"Yaoyao, drink juice."
Fan Wenliang smiled and looked at Fan Yingying: "You are not curious about why I brought these two children home?"
Fan Yingying sat down next to Su Xinyao and helped her unscrew the juice cover: "Grandpa sees them look cute?"
"Pleasant is one of the reasons."
Fan Wenliang took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "This is what I asked Xiao Feng to write to me in the car just now. Come on, take a look at it."
Fan Yingying took the paper.
There are two poems written on it.
"The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy..."
After reading the two poems softly, Fan Yingying's eyes lighted up, and she praised: "These two poems are really good, especially this sentence is always suitable for light makeup and thick makeup, and writes the scenery of our East Lake in one go. Alive."
Fan Yingying was overjoyed and couldn't help but read the poem from beginning to end again.
Then, she looked at Fan Wenliang curiously: "Grandpa, what is this poem?"
Fan Wenliang smiled and looked at Chen Feng.
"Xiao Feng wrote it!?"
Fan Wenliang nodded.
Fan Yingying was full of surprise: "It's incredible, this poem is written to be comparable to poets of the past, Xiao Feng, you are simply a genius!"
Chen Feng couldn't sit still because of being praised.
"Sister Yingying, I didn't actually write these two poems, I just memorized them."
Fan Yingying obviously didn't believe it: "Xiaofeng, don't be humble. If these two poems are really written by others, why have I never read them?"
Fan Wenliang said with a smile: "On the way back, Xiaofeng also explained to me that this poem was not written by him. There are really rare young people like him who are so talented and low-key in today's society."
Fan Yingying stared at Chen Feng for a while.
"Grandpa, I remembered what you said like this. Just now I saw someone posted an article on the Internet saying that there is a poetry god in East Lake who descended to earth. The picture with the back of East Lake chanting poems looks really like this. That's it."
She smiled and looked at Chen Feng: "In this way, this poetic god is talking about Xiao Feng."
"Ahem!" Chen Feng felt that Su Shi's old man's coffin board could no longer be held down.
"Fan Lao, Yingying sister, you really praise me so much by saying that."
Chen Feng wanted to prevaricate the matter of poems as soon as possible, "Those poems are just what I read casually, and they don't deserve such ridiculous praise."
Fan Yingying admired even more: "If you read it casually, you will read better than all the poems I have written, Xiao Feng, do you still say you are not a genius?"
Fan Wenliang laughed: "Yingying, you are the person I know best. Although you look weak and don't like to compete with others, I know that you have an arrogance in your bones and will not easily admit that others are better than you in literature. Great."
Fan Lao looked at Fan Yingying: "You said you are inferior to Xiaofeng, are you serious?"
"Yes, grandpa." Fan Yingying feels ashamed. "For these two poems, I don't even have half the level of Xiao Feng."
Chen Feng couldn't listen to the praise.
He just memorized Su Shi's poems and essays casually, and he was uploaded to the Internet as a poetic god.
If this were to memorize a few poems by other poets, wouldn't he really want to become a great poet living in the modern age?
"Xiao Feng, you are so talented, have you joined the Writers Association?" Fan Yingying asked curiously.
"No." Chen Feng added, "Old Fan invited me just now."
"Then have you agreed?"
Chen Feng hesitated for a few seconds and said earnestly: "Sister Yingying, I write poems, one is for love, and the other is for expressing feelings. I never write poems for the compliments of others, let alone join the Writers Association. poetry."
"Well said!" Fan Wenliang applauded directly, "I admire young people like you!"
Sighing, he said: "Xiao Feng, since you don't want to join the Writers Association, then I won't force you anymore."
Chen Feng: "..."
He pretended to be forced, and as a result, he lost the opportunity to join the Writers Association.
Fan Yingying smiled and said: "Xiaofeng, I know that it's easy to join the Writers Association with your own strength, but my grandfather is the vice chairman of the Writers Association after all. If you want to join, just tell him."
"Good." Chen Feng nodded.
Speaking of this, Fan Wenliang suddenly said to Fan Yingying: "Oh, yes, the book you wrote introduces us to Rongcheng. Isn’t it missing a preface? You show it to Xiaofeng and let him write it for you. !"