Lying Win: My villains are all reborn

Chapter 155 Things are really big (first update, please support me~)

When he saw the looks from his old friends, Mr. Zhuang realized that he had lost his temper and apologized quickly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the writing is so beautiful, I lost my composure for a moment."

The old man clasped his hands together and apologized repeatedly, "It's my fault that I couldn't control my excitement and couldn't help cheering, which disturbed everyone."

"Forget it, you old guy is always like this, always surprised."

Mr. Zhou waved his hand in disgust, "If you don't shout, I will have to shout like this when I come to my senses."

As he spoke, he looked at everyone: "Do you dare to tell me how calm you will be if you wake up first?"

After Mr. Zhou said this, several old people couldn't help but look embarrassed.

But everyone was still unconvinced: "Oh, look what you said, we don't mean to blame Lao and Zhuang, it's just you who said it."

"It makes it seem like we can't accommodate many people."

"That's right, who can remain calm in the face of such concise and concise words."

"We just blame him for disturbing our enjoyment of the beauty of words, and there is no other meaning."

Elderly people, what you say to each other is very reasonable and confident.

"Can I try?"

At this time, Ding Lao, who had been silent for a long time, stretched out his hand towards Jiasheng, "Son, can I let Grandma Ding try it?"

"Grandma Ding, please."

Facing the old lady's request, Jiasheng quickly glanced at his mother and obediently handed over the pen and paper.

"Thank you."

Mr. Ding liked such a well-behaved and sensible child very much. He sincerely thanked him and looked at the other children, "Have you all finished writing?"

"Can you let grandma see your handwriting?"

Sister Jiadong looked at Wen Nian inquiringly.

The latter nodded: "Show it to Grandma Ding. Auntie will give you a new book later."

"Thank you, aunt."

The Jiadong sisters expressed their thanks in unison and quickly pushed the written things in front of the old man.

"Ouch, sister, why are you so greedy?"

Mr. Fang stepped forward and said, "Give me a copy of the words written by these children."

"Oh yes, we each have one copy."

Only then did the other old people react. They gathered around the round table and carefully picked up the words written by the children.

Although everyone wanted to see it first, no one was fighting for it.

They were afraid that they would accidentally destroy such a precious text.

Mr. Ding held Jia Sheng's homework book and read the poem and article back and forth several times.

Finally, he looked at Wen Nian: "Can I copy these two articles on the front?"

"I want to try to see if I can write it out in this book."

Wen Nian nodded: "Senior, please do as you like."

She really didn't think things were as exaggerated as they said.

Several of my own children can write, but these elders in the cultural field cannot?

But soon, she realized that she had thought too simply.

I saw Mr. Ding holding a pencil, putting pen to paper solemnly, and writing quickly.

But when they looked over, they found that although there were a few words where she wrote, they were not written at all.

These words can appear alone, but they cannot form a classic poem like Wen Nian.

Several other elderly people also tried it. No matter how hard they tried, the words they wrote were different from those written by the children.

Looking up, Wen Nian saw that sweat began to form on the foreheads of these old people who were trying to write.

His face became paler and paler.

If they persisted any longer, they would probably have problems.

"Mr. Ding, Mr. Fang, Mr. Yun, please stop quickly."

Before Wen Nian could stop him, Liuli on the side shouted anxiously, "Don't do this, stop it quickly."

Seeing Liuli so anxious and frightened, Wen Nian realized how serious the matter was.

(End of chapter)