The opening sign to a mother-in-law of the richest man

"Okay, I'll get it now."

Fan Yingying got up and went to the study. When she came out again, she held a book in her hand.

"This is just the first draft, it hasn't officially been put on the shelves yet, and a foreword is missing. I originally wanted to ask those friends in the Writers Association to help write one, but my grandfather said, looking for those people, I might as well write it myself."

Chen Feng took the book and turned it over.

This is a book that introduces Rongcheng. The content includes the local history, scenic spots and food in Rongcheng.

Pictures and texts.

Especially the few photos added in front of the catalog were taken with great care.

After such a book is on the shelves, most of it can become a textbook level.

It is a golden business card to show the local people and people of Chengdu city.

"Old Fan, Sister Yingying." Chen Feng closed the book and said seriously, "I can't write the preface."

Fan Wenliang said with a smile: "Xiao Feng, you can take this book home and read it slowly. Don't rush to write it out at this time for the preface."

"Xiaofeng, Grandpa is so optimistic about you, so please take care of the preface. You can think slowly and write slowly without stress. When you finish writing, I will thank you very much!" Fan Yingying also followed.

"Xiao Feng, this preface is not necessarily an essay, it can also be a poem." Fan Wenliang added.

"This……"

The expression on Chen Feng's face was a bit hesitant.

A warm little hand grabbed his arm.

Su Xinyao blinked her big watery eyes, milky voice encouragement: "Brother Xiaofeng, come on, you can do it!"

Since even Xiao Nian Luo said so, Chen Feng no longer refused.

He opened the first page of the book, and on it was a photo of East Lake.

"This East Lake is one of the most famous scenic spots in Chengdu. It has a long history. There are endless tourists who come to visit each year. When it comes to East Lake, most of us can think of Chengdu."

"That's right." Fan Yingying nodded.

"It just so happens that the cover of this book and the accompanying illustrations on the first page are all Donghu, so I will write a lyrics as a preface to this book."

"Yes." Fan Yingying agreed very much, "Xiaofeng, then I look forward to your foreword."

"Sister Yingying, you don't have to look forward to it, I can write to you now."

"Now?" Fan Yingying's eyes widened in surprise.

After just chatting for a while, Chen Feng has inspiration?

"Yingying." Fan Wenliang was not surprised, "If you were present in Donghu just now, you would not be surprised now. Just watch Xiaofeng perform."

While talking, Chen Feng got up.

He has one hand behind his back, his head held high and his chest is tall and energetic.

He paced slowly in the living room, and every time he paced, he read a poem with great momentum.

"The East Lake is beautiful, the clouds and things are fresh, and the gulls and herons are sleeping."

Fan Yingying was just about to get the juice placed on the coffee table. When she heard Chen Feng recite the first two poems, she paused and hung in the air.

"Should be used to listening to the orchestra!"

Fan Wenliang put his hands around his chest, his fingertips rhythmically nodded one of his elbows, and the look in Chen Feng's eyes was meaningful.

"Ahem."

Chen Feng paused deliberately, cleared his throat, and then continued to read:

"The wind is clear, the moon is white, and it is suitable for the night, a piece of Qiongtian, who envy you."

Three pairs of eyes looked at Chen Feng.

"A man is a fairy in a boat!"

An Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry", which was muffled and frustrated by Chen Feng, has an extraordinary momentum.

After reading it, he looked at Fan Yingying and asked with a smile: "Sister Yingying, how do you think this poem is used as a foreword for you?"

Fan Yingying was stunned.

Happiness!

Fan Wenliang took the lead in applauding, applauding: "A good word! A good sentence is a fairy in the boat, wonderful, really wonderful!"

Chen Feng wrote this word on paper and handed it to Fan Yingying.

"Sister Yingying, if you think this poem is not good, I will think about it later."

"Don't think about it, just this one!"

Fan Yingying grabbed the paper and held it in her arms like a treasure: "Xiao Feng, you are a genius, you are really a genius!"

Chen Feng said with a low-key smile: "Sister Yingying has praised her, and I will ask you to take care of her in the future."

Fan Yingying didn't know that Chen Feng would move to live next door in a while.

She smiled and said, "Xiao Feng, you did me a great favor. If you have something to do in the future, just tell me that if I can help, I will definitely try my best to help you."

Fan Wenliang recalled Chen Feng's words.

"On the surface, this term sounds like it is trying to describe the scenery of the East Lake and the joyful mood on the boating lake. The breeze is breezy, the moonlight is bright, the lake is clear, and the water colors match each other. In just a few words, the beauty seems to come into view."

Nodded in recognition, Fan continued to say:

"If you take a closer look, the whole poem makes people feel far away from the crowd, relaxed and happy. It should express a broad-minded and optimistic attitude towards life."

Fan Wenliang looked at Chen Feng: "Xiao Feng, I should say that, right?"

"Well, yes." Chen Feng nodded.

Fan Wenliang repeatedly praised: "You have such a state of mind at a young age. It is really precious, Xiao Feng, Yingying has repeatedly praised you as a genius. It is indeed not an exaggeration!"

This evening, Chen Feng has heard too much praise.

Genius, poetry god, all have a very high evaluation of him.

He thinks he has a thick skin compared to ordinary people, but he can't help but boast so much.

"Old Fan, Sister Yingying, thank you for your affirmation of me, but I'm just an ordinary person, I really can't be called a genius. You two are real scholars and a role model for my continuous efforts in the future."

Hearing Chen Feng's words, Fan Tong, who had just walked out of the room, snorted: "Pretend to be a crime!"

"Fan Tong, it's impolite!" Fan Wenliang scolded loudly, "Xiao Feng, let you see a joke."

Chen Feng looked at Fan Tong and said with a smile: "Fan, your grandson is actually quite amazing. I just looked at the certificate on the wall, and there was his."

Fan Wenliang glanced: "Really?"

Chen Feng pointed to a certificate of merit that was pasted at the very corner, which seemed to be of some age: "On that one, congratulations to Fan Tong, Class One in Class Three, for winning the third place in the 400-meter running in the school. Mr. Fan, your grandson has developed sports cells. It can be expected."

"You're looking for death!" Fan Tong picked up a bottle of iced Coke and smashed it towards Chen Feng.

Fan Yingying immediately stopped: "Let go! Don't hurry up and apologize to Xiao Feng."

"He deserves too?"

Fan Tong snorted, glared at Chen Feng, walked back to the room, and slammed the door heavily.

"Xiao Feng, my brother has this temper. My parents are abroad all year round and rarely go home. He has been wayward since he was a child. I, a sister, apologize for him."

"It's okay, Sister Yingying, I won't take it to my heart."

While talking, the phone rang.

At first glance, the teledisplay was from Su Xinyue.

As soon as she pressed the answer button, her unhappy voice came over immediately.

"Chen Feng, what time is it, why didn't you and Yaoyao go home yet, where did you take her?"