The poetry competition started in the second half of the afternoon. Han Shuxian came to the "Bingzi Class" two-quarters of an hour before the competition. After arriving, he stood at the door and looked into the classroom.
Chen Xiangwan happened to be in class. When he saw Han Shuxian, he put down his book and walked to the door, and deliberately asked, "Mr. Han, is there something wrong?"
Han Shuxian raised his hand and said politely: "I'm disturbing Mr. Chen's class. I'm here to see Mo Ziwan. I plan to take her to a poetry competition that will be held later. I'll take a leave of absence for her first."
Chen Xiangwan knew this a long time ago, and when the class was over, he was going to watch the old man's joke, "Okay, wait a moment." After saying that, he turned to look at Mo Ziwan in the classroom, "Mo Ziwan , your godfather is looking for you, come out quickly!"
Mo Ziwan was very surprised that Han Shuxian came to her when she was in class. She had pestered him before to not let him come to class to find her, and she never mentioned her relationship with him in class. Not only did she not say it herself, but she also Murong Qingyuan didn't say anything when he stopped Han Chunlin. Chinese website
I am here to study, not to show off or anything! What's more, I really have nothing to show off!
The purpose of stopping Han Chunlin and Murong Qingyuan from shouting was to make them correct themselves and not to bully and show off how great they were because they had a father and an uncle in the college.
It's just that this matter was not concealed at all, but even if it was not concealed, after everyone knew it, the three of them never made anything about it, and there was nothing to show off.
The three of them were very low-key, so low-key that people forgot that they also had backers, which helped to increase the arrogance of Feng Zhiyuan and others.
Now Han Shuxian was standing at the door of the classroom. The children had followed Chen Xiangwan's steps and looked at Han Shuxian, and now they followed Chen Xiangwan's shout and looked at Mo Ziwan.
Yesterday, he told himself not to be afraid, and today he came to support himself. As expected, he was still worried. He walked out of his seat and walked to the door, "Godfather!"
Han Shuxian picked up Mo Ziwan and said, "Be good!"
After Han Shuxian and Mo Ziwan disappeared at the door of the classroom, all eyes in the room turned to Han Chunlin. Who is the biological child?
Han Chunlin was also very sad and could only think to himself: If there was someone as smart as Wan Wan in your family, I'm afraid your treatment would not be as good as mine!
After Han Shuxian took Mo Ziwan away, he said on the way, "When I ask you to talk later, you will say everything you can think of."
Mo Ziwan nodded, "Yeah."
"Want to know why I didn't bring your brother Chunlin and brother Qingyuan?"
Mo Ziyuan shook her head, "I don't know." But she had a guess in her heart, thinking that bringing three might be a bit too much.
Thinking like this, I felt that I had stolen Han Chunlin's love.
"The reason why Feng Zhiyuan knows your identity is because his grandfather told him." Then the conversation changed, "It's nothing at all, and it's not worth what he said. Feng Zhiyuan is just an ignorant kid. You don't It’s right to argue with him, so as not to waste your breath and make yourself dirty.”
"But it's the father's fault if he doesn't educate him. As a college teacher, shouldn't his godfather give some advice to some ignorant parents on how to teach the stupid and naughty children at home?"
Mo Ziwan opened her mouth wide!
This is taking myself to take revenge!
After being surprised, the corners of his mouth turned up, but he answered very seriously, "When you teach others, you must first understand yourself, and when you educate others, you must first establish virtues. If the teachers are ignorant and their morals are lacking, how can they teach and educate others? As a college teacher, my godfather, They have the responsibility of correcting and supervising the students in the college and all the teachers at the top."
Han Shuxian looked at her speaking righteously, with a serious look on her face, and a smile appeared on her lips, "Yes, that's it, but as a college student, you also have the responsibility to point out the teacher's shortcomings. As the saying goes, teaching makes each other learn."
"I see."
"Don't worry, godfather, I will definitely be a qualified student."
The two foxes, one old and one young, decided on a revenge plan.
After the two arrived at the competition venue, the venue was already full of people. The students sat on both sides of the stage on either side of the teachers, all eager to try and looking excited.
After Han Shuxian came in with Mo Ziyuan, he asked someone to arrange a seat for her, sitting next to the students beside her.
As soon as we sat down, an old man with gray hair and beard spoke up, "It's really unruly. A girl doesn't stay at home to learn the rules, but she even comes to the school to join in the fun. She doesn't think it's offensive!"
Just as Han Shuxian was about to speak, Mo Ziwan pulled Han Shuxian's robe and said, "Grandpa, how can you say that studying is just for fun? When I was two years old, my grandparents asked me to study hard with my godfather. It is said that only by reading can one understand the rules, and only by reading can one know etiquette, so I know not to say anything inappropriate! I didn't join in the fun, and neither did my brothers in the school. They were all studying hard."
Remember your godfather’s words and speak with righteousness on your face!
Not only are the words righteous, they are also irrefutable! The academy is not a place to join in the fun!
From the dean to the students, everyone was surprised by Mo Ziwan's boldness!
Only Han Shuxian pursed his lips and snickered! Don't say anything inappropriate, old man Feng is not an ungrateful person. He has read so many books in vain and read them all in the dog's belly!
The old man was Feng Zhiyuan's grandfather, Feng Shengrong. He glared angrily and said, "A child with a yellow mouth, sharp teeth and a sharp tongue, and strong words."
Mo Ziyuan was speechless!
No matter in modern times or in ancient times, there are some people who lack the moral integrity of teachers.
"You are a thief if you are too old to die!"
Han Shuxian followed Feng Shengrong unceremoniously after scolding Mo Ziwan for having sharp teeth and sharp mouth.
"you……"
Feng Shengrong stood up with an angry look, but was patted on the shoulder. The person sitting next to him also stood up and put his hand on his shoulder: "The poetry competition is about to begin!"
Feng Shengrong said "hum", shook his sleeves and sat down again.
After some interludes, the annual poetry competition officially began.
""There are bandits and gentlemen, they are like discussing with each other, and they are like polishing." I am talking about you students. You are all students who have been carefully taught by Songshan Academy. I hope that in today's competition, everyone can break through themselves and compete better. Results come. "
The person who spoke was also a teacher from the college. His surname was Du. After congratulating everyone on their better results in the competition, he introduced the guests on the stage.
The dean is sitting in the middle, with three people on each side. On his left are Liang Shouxing, the superintendent, Feng Shengrong, the senior student, and Bai Yusheng, the lecturer.
On the right side are seniors Dai Zhengfa, Han Shuxian, and Telling Books and He Shuxing.
After introducing everyone on the stage, Du Yi looked at Dean Zhu Xuan sitting in the middle and said, "Please give me the title."
Dean Zhu stood up and looked at the energetic students, and said with a smile: "You are in the prime of your life, so why not take wind as the theme."
Du Yi ended the topic, "Please write a poem with the theme of wind. The time limit is fifteen minutes."
Just after Du Yi finished speaking, the thirty-five students at the head started writing.
A quarter of an hour later, Du Yi shouted: "Please everyone hand in your poems in an orderly manner."
After Du Yi collected them all, he divided the thirty-five poems in his hand among six people except Zhu Xuan.
Feng Shengrong looked at Liang Shouxing beside him who only had five copies, "Aren't there thirty-six people? Why is there one missing?"
Du Yi knew that he did it on purpose, and even though he felt that he was a little bit chicken-hearted, he still smiled on his face and explained, "The actual number of people participating today is thirty-five, and classmate Mo Ziwan is just here to learn more."
Feng Shengrong refused to give up, "Since he is a student of our college and has entered the competition venue, of course he should be treated equally."
Han Shuxian stood up and walked to Zhu Xuan, bowed his hands and said, "Please allow the dean to allow Mo Ziwan to participate in this competition."
Since Han Shuxian wanted to embarrass Feng Shengrong, he made preparations in advance. Even when he brought Mo Ziyuan to the competition site, he asked Zhu Xuan for instructions in advance in order to abide by the rules.
However, what he said at that time was that he wanted her to come and experience it. He was sure that Feng Shengrong would make trouble, so he stepped forward and asked Mo Ziwan to participate.
Zhu Xuan also knew some of Mo Ziwan's intelligence, but after all, he was still young, so how could he compare with a student who was already a child and a scholar. In addition, he was disgusted by Feng Shengrong's aggressive approach to a little kid, so he said: "She is still young, so she should focus on studying first and not worry about competing!"
Han Shuxian said: "What the dean said is true, but Mo Ziwan also likes poetry on weekdays. As Senior Feng said, since she is here, she should consider it a participation. Even if she may not be able to write good poems, she should just practice and learn. Ichiban is also good." He asked again, "Please give permission to the dean."
Mo Ziyuan also stood up and bowed to Zhu Xuan, "I am willing to participate, please agree with the dean."
Zhu Xuan had no choice but to agree, "That's fine! You can just write poems with everyone else and treat it as an early exercise."
It’s just that it was mentioned too early!
"Thank you, Dean."
"Thank you, Grandpa Dean."
Mo Ziwan is not good at writing poetry. Even after reading it for decades, she still doesn't know how to do it, so she doesn't intend to make a fool of herself. Who said that there is no Tang poetry and Song lyrics in this era?
Immediately, Du Yi ordered someone to give her a set of the four treasures of the study.
After receiving the Four Treasures of the Study, Mo Ziwan thanked her with a smile, hurriedly sharpened the ink, and started to write, but she couldn't finish.
I quickly reviewed the poems about the wind in my mind, and it took me a while to start writing them.
"The sun sets over the distant mountains, the sky is cold and the white house is poor. I hear dogs barking at Chaimen, and I return home on a snowy night."
Sister not only has to write, but she also has to write to suit the occasion!
But this scene that she couldn't put down to write fell into Feng Shengrong's eyes, and a hint of ridicule immediately flashed across her eyes.
Knowledge cannot be achieved by knowing a few words and memorizing a few articles.
His idea is correct. Learning cannot be achieved by being able to read, read, and memorize. But for learning, memorization is also the foundation. It is accumulation.
Accumulate the knowledge of predecessors and then draw your own feelings and insights.
His fault was that he never rested on his laurels and was a stubborn old man!
After the ink was dry, Mo Ziwan walked over her short legs and handed over the written masterpiece unhurriedly.
Mo Ziwan was heading towards Du Yi, but Dean Zhu said, "Bring it to me. I'll first see how the youngest student in our college composes a poem."
Mo Ziwan immediately changed direction and walked towards Zhu Xuan.
He walked over, handed his hands to Zhu Xuan, and shouted sweetly: "Thank you, Grandpa Dean."
There are a lot of grandchildren in Zhu Xuan's family. Not to mention how smart they are, they can't compare to such well-behaved and polite demeanors. He said lovingly: "Be good!"
Mo Ziwan received the compliment of "good boy" and bowed again, then turned around and walked towards her seat.
I originally liked Mo Ziyuan's well-behaved and polite nature, but I was completely stunned when I saw the poem manuscript in my hand. Was this written by a four-year-old child?
After being stunned, I read the poem again and again, thinking about the scenes described in the poem while reading silently. Scenes unfolded in my mind, and as they unfolded, I became even more frightened.
Only four years old! No wonder Han Shuxian thought of bringing her here, no wonder he wanted her to participate!
"Dean!" Du Yi shouted again.
The voice in his ear brought back Zhu Xuan, whose thoughts had flown away, and looked at the poem manuscript in Du Yi's hand, "But has it been selected?"
