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Lu Li blinked at several people in the courtyard.

All right...... I don't know.

In addition to the pen dripping book propaganda.

Because I have seen the photos.

Plus the temperament is outstanding, so he remembers it.

Then.

His gaze locked on Zheng Xuewen, who was excited to greet him.

Is he Mr. Zheng?

It should be right!

No one but him would shout like that.

Lu Li's face immediately changed into a look of trepidation.

Throw away the suitcase.

Stretch out your hands and stride forward to greet them.

"Grandpa Zheng! Grandpa Zheng!

"Lu Xiaoyou! Lu Xiaoyou!

"Grandpa Zheng

..." "Lu Xiaoyou..." The

two were like old friends and relatives who had been separated for many years.

In the strange and puzzled eyes of Shuxuan, the three hugged each other tightly.

"Xuan Yatou... Are they so familiar?

Feng Gu asked, opening his mouth.

Lu Xiaoyou... He had already deduced the identity of the other party.

Except for Lu Li, who is now in the limelight in the literary world.

Others will not let this old friend Zheng Xuewen do this.

"I don't know." Shu Xuan pursed his lips and shook his head.

She is even more confused now.

When did Grandpa have such a good relationship with Lu Li.

"This kid is very interesting, if my grandson has half of his cleverness, will Zheng Xuewen, this old guy, not accept him as a biographer?"

Meng Jie smiled dumbly when he saw this.

Others don't see clearly, but he does.

Old friend Zheng Xuewen when he saw Lu Li.

There was a look of doubt under his eyes.

And then that's the manifestation of this excitement now.

It shows that the two met for the first time.

One calls Xiaoyou, the other calls grandpa....

We all want to get closer to each other.

"Two people running in both directions." He sighed.

Feng Gu and Shuxuan next to them also showed a look of sudden realization.

"Anyway... As long as he hangs the name of Zheng Xuewen, the junior of the old boy, how many people will give him three thin noodles? "

The other side.

Lu Li and Zheng Xuewen both held each other's hands excitedly.

"Lu Xiaoyou, come in and sit."

"Grandpa Zheng, I'll help you go first, slow down."

Lu Li helped Zheng Xuewen to walk towards the middle hall, without the slightest consciousness of treating himself as an outsider.

Respect the old and love the young, there is no shame.

Moreover, he is still a literary giant and grew up reading people's poetry books.

This sound of grandpa is very reasonable.

"Xuan Yatou, take out the charcoal... Light the stove. Zheng

Xuewen was helped on the seat, touched the land away from the thin coat, and immediately felt a little distressed.

"It's not good to pour the spring cold, drink tea first to warm up."

"Thank you, Grandpa Zheng." Lu Li's mouth was as sweet as smeared with honey.

The corners of Zheng Xuewen's mouth curved more and more.

The beard trembled from this.

"Good virtuous grandson, introduce you to these two old things."

He glanced proudly at the two old friends who were dumbfounded beside him, and then pulled Lu Li Dao.

"Honorary President of the Fine Arts Association, Feng Gutou."

"Grandpa Feng."

Lu Li raised his eyebrows lightly, and quickly bowed slightly.

There are so many Chinese paintings.

He remembered only a few of the most famous names.

Fenggu is one of them.

A world-renowned Chinese painting giant.

And also a character in the textbook.

"Good, good, the afterlife is terrible!" Fenggu was extremely satisfied with Lu Li's attitude, and stroked his beard in admiration.

"Old thing, this grandpa is called... What about the meet-and-greet?

Zheng Xuewen interrupted the two from the side.

"Hmph, the old man will paint a pair later and give it to Lu Xiaozi, but you, who have been called the most... What about the meet-and-greet? After

Feng Gu finished speaking, he immediately walked to the side hall to paint.

Before leaving, he did not forget to pull Zheng Xuewen into the water.

This....

Zheng Xuewen was in trouble for a while.

Looking left and right, his gaze stopped on Shuxuan.

Shuxuan: "??? "

Want to give your granddaughter a meeting gift?

When Zheng Xuewen was just about to speak, she quickly took the lead.

"Grandpa... I know where your handwritten collection of poems is. "

Hiss~"

Mengsuke and Feng Gu inhaled together.

Then gloated at his old friend.

Everyone in the literary world knows that Zheng Xuewen is a double masterpiece of poetry and book.

In particular, a collection of his own handwritten poems in his early years.

It also has a pivotal position in the literary circle.

Even the Imperial Capital Museum has come to the door several times to ask for books.

He offered a sky-high price to collect his manuscript works.

"Old man Zheng, you don't want to recognize this virtuous grandson, do you?"

Fenggu added fuel to the fire.

"Then you underestimate me Zheng Xuewen, Xuan Yatou go and get it!"

Zheng Xuewen blew his beard and glared, and ordered Shuxuan.

But blood is dripping in my heart.

The manuscripts of a collection of poems from his early years have a special significance for him.

Not only handwritten by his works.

There are other poetry masters who left handwriting.

Most of them are ancient.

It can even be said that it is extinct.

"The granddaughter is not left." Zheng Xuewen looked at Shuxuan, who was brisk in his steps and fled, and secretly said in his heart.

"Grandpa Zheng... Wouldn't it be too expensive.

Lu Li reminded softly beside him.

Although I don't know what it is.

But looking at the words, he can also guess its value.

"No problem!" Zheng Xuewen waved his hand.

Distress is distress, but people can't see that they are distressed.

"This is Old Man Meng Jie Meng, honorary president of the Literary Association."

He pointed to the only old man present who had no beard.

"Grandpa Meng."

"Well, the juniors of the literary world have you, and we old things can also be blind." Meng Jie helped Lu Li and looked at him with a smile.

"This grandfather can't let you shout in vain, I'll let people bring you two ancient books later."

"This!" Lu Li hesitated.

In this world where culture is missing.

There is no need to talk about the importance of ancient books.

There are only a few scattered copies in existence, and even most of them are isolated copies.

This old man named Meng Jie is the same as Zheng Xuewen.

It's not just poetry books.

It is also a culture that inherits ancient and modern times.

"Half of our bodies have already entered the soil, and the culture that has been passed down for thousands of years cannot be lost... It's up to you later.

Zheng Xuewen came over and said slowly.

"How can I..." Lu Li shook his head with a wry smile.

I already knew that I had to carry such a heavy burden on my body.

He said nothing and refused.

It's not that you don't want to pass on and promote culture.

Even if a few people don't say these things, he will do them.

But I just don't want to bear this burden and name.

Heavy, too heavy!

Right at this moment.

The book that took the poetry collection held the thick and simple poetry book in his hand, and walked out of the room and called softly.

"Grandpa..."

"This is written by Mr. Wang... This is the last pen of Zhang everyone, and it will be ancient the next day after writing..." Zheng

Xuewen took the poetry collection, casually turned a few pages, and introduced Lu Li next to him, and the words were full of emotion.

"Lu boy, your Wangyue is personally added by you!"

"Good!" Lu Li did not refuse this time and nodded heavily.

"Wangyue" praises the first mountain in the world.

Past lives can be passed down through the ages.

Fully qualified to write a page on it!

"In addition, a few of our old things will test you, and give a poem on the spot!"