"Wu'er, you're here at the right time. Come and meet your Uncle Lin and Aunt Lin." Seeing Yi Ming come in, Zhou Ruhai said.
"Yes, Dad."
He is worthy of being a cultured person. Even if he is well-educated, he will tear himself apart and still pay so much attention to etiquette.
Zhou Yi groaned and bowed to Mr. and Mrs. Lin.
Mrs. Lin had a cold face throughout, but Mr. Lin smiled and nodded.
"Wu'er, how are you doing lately?" Master Lin asked.
Yi Ming, a loser, stood tall, raised his chest and raised his head, and said loudly: "Thanks to Lin Shibo, I can eat, sleep, and exercise recently, and my health is very good."
After hearing this, Mrs. Lin snorted coldly and turned away.
"Okay, in that case, Uncle Lin will tell you directly if he has anything to say."
Hypocritical old guy, before you want to hurt someone, you have to ask if their body can bear it.
Zhou Ming secretly clenched his fists.
Mr. Lin stroked his beard and said, "Your father and I have just discussed it. As long as you are in good health, your marriage to Gillian..."
What was supposed to come finally came, and Zhou Yiming hesitated whether he should increase the compensation to two million taels.
"It will be done tomorrow. All the frivolous gifts of three matchmakers and six betrothals will be waived. As long as you and Gillian live in peace, your father and I will feel at ease."
Zhou Ming: "Huh?"
He couldn't believe his ears.
This happiness came too suddenly.
It turns out that mom and dad were so excited just now because they were happy.
Fortunately, I held back just now and didn't talk about Hedong for thirty years.
Later, Mr. Lin also said that he would handle all the wedding arrangements.
Zhou Yiming didn't hear a word of what the elders of the two families said later, until Mr. Lin asked him again.
"Wu'er, have you made any progress in your studies recently?"
"Jin Yi doesn't dare to say anything, he can only work hard."
This is no nonsense, he worked so hard that he vomited blood and died, Zhou Yiming thought to himself.
"Since you have worked so hard, you might as well write a poem and give it to Uncle Lin to appreciate."
Mrs. Lin was originally opposed to this marriage. She knew that Yi Ming had given up martial arts and became civilized not long ago, so she came out to deliberately make things difficult for him.
"That's fine." Mr. Lin also wanted to see his uncle-to-be's literary talents.
Zhou Ruhai and Mrs. Zhou looked at their son expectantly.
Even the servants at home focused their attention on Zhou Ming.
In this case, if you write a nonsense poem, the consequences can be imagined.
Well, you forced me to copy this.
Zhou Yiming paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, thinking about which song to copy.
If the level is too high, it doesn’t fit your personality, and if the level is low, it doesn’t fit your personality.
It's so difficult.
After burning a fifth of the incense, he decided to copy "Climbing the Stork Tower", so he turned around and said: "Bai——"
"The sun sets over the mountains, and the long river flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to a higher level - this is a poem by Wang Jiling. I can memorize it at the age of three."
Before the word "Ming Ri" was uttered on Monday, Lin Li recited the entire poem first, not forgetting to tell the source at the end.
Damn it, could it be any worse? Dachu actually has this poem, there is only one word difference.
Zhou Ming was completely confused.
At this time, everyone in the room was shocked. Everyone's expression was different, some were disappointed, some were disgusted, and most of them were confused.
Seeing his son's embarrassment, Zhou Ruhai almost covered his face and cried bitterly. He didn't even understand, but a child exposed him.
What kind of evil did my old Zhou family do?
Mrs. Lin touched Lin Li's head with a proud face, wondering if she could take this opportunity to ruin the marriage between the two families.
Mr. Lin looked solemn and silent.
If you don't know how to write poetry, you are probably not very talented at most.
Shamelessly copying other people's poems is a sign of low moral character.
If the Lin family used this as a reason to break off the engagement, the Zhou family would have nothing to say.
Zhou Ming understands this truth better than anyone else.
There are some roads that you have to choose, and you have to walk them all on your knees.
You can no longer copy it.
If Lin Li can copy another song, he won't need to be criticized by others. Yi Ming will just pull a hemp rope and hang himself from the southeast branch.
Under the heavy pressure, Zhou Yiming suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "The white dust has gone with the wind, and Qinxi Mengjue's heart is even more miserable."
The whole hall was silent and you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone's eyes subconsciously turned to Lin Li.
The pressure suddenly came to Lin Li.
His face turned redder and redder, and finally he cried loudly: "I can't!"
Except for the Lin family, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Mrs. Lin was so angry that she was itching her teeth. While coaxing her grandson, she turned back and asked Mr. Lin: "How is this poem?"
"A good poem. The artistic conception is far-reaching, sad but not sad." Mr. Lin was still thinking about it, "It's just that it doesn't seem to match the meter, and why is there only one couplet?"
Zhou Yiming laughed and said: "It is said that good lines are created by nature, but when writing poetry, it is too rigid to stick to the meter and it falls into the cliché.
As for why there is only one couplet, it is really because the younger generation has limited learning and cannot continue. Instead of continuing the story, it is better to leave it blank. "
Mr. Lin was deeply convinced and clapped his hands and said, "It's wonderful to leave it blank."
Mrs. Lin was so angry that she couldn't steal the chicken but lost the rice.
Zhou Ruhai nodded happily. My son has grown up, and I am a little afraid to recognize him.
Zhou Yiming had a panoramic view of everyone's reactions.
A slap in the face based on strength means being down-to-earth.
If anyone asks me to write poetry again, I will twist their head off.
The Lin family left after lunch.
After seeing off the guests, Laifu lowered his head and wanted to run away.
"Laifu, come with me. I have something to tell you."
Zhou Yiming had a sullen face, stopped him, and turned back to the backyard.
Laifu followed obediently.
"Master, I really didn't know that Mr. Lin and the others came here to discuss the wedding date..."
Once in the backyard, Laifu tried his best to explain.
"Shut up." Zhou Ming lowered his voice, approached Laifu and asked, "Let me ask you, Miss Lin, is she as ugly as a pig now? Is she disabled?"
From just now, Yi Ming felt that there was something wrong with this marriage.
It is very realistic that human relationships are cold and warm, and the world is hot and cold.
In the current situation of the Zhou family, if Lin Ajiao was not extremely ugly or disabled and unable to marry, how could the Lin family marry her to them so readily.
Seeing Zhou Yiming asking this question, Laifu immediately became indignant:
"Master, what are you talking about? The eldest lady of the Lin family is not only talented and beautiful, she has also practiced martial arts since she was a child and is now at the third level of martial arts.
A servant of the Lin family also told me that the Lin family once wanted to marry her into the royal family, and countless princes and grandsons came to propose marriage. "
"Then why did the Lin family marry her to me?" Zhou Ming was even more puzzled.
"Alas," Laifu sighed, the regret on his face was palpable, "because the eldest lady of the Lin family wants to marry you and won't listen to anyone's advice."
Hiss, is there such a strange woman in the world?
Zhou Yiming's soul was greatly shocked, and all the doubts in his heart were swept away. He raised his hand and said, "You go down first. I'll call you if I need anything."
Before Laifu went out, he glanced at the stone table and muttered: "Master, tomorrow is your wedding day, so be careful."
Zhou Ming kicked him over.
Laifu then ran away quickly.
At this time, everyone in the Zhou Mansion was already busy. The servants put up lanterns, prepared firecrackers, put up red happy characters, and waited for tomorrow's wedding ceremony.
That night, Zhou Yiming slept surprisingly soundly.
