Mystery Makes Me Strong

Hearing this, Wu Shanshan who was drinking tea at the side felt moved, then stood up and walked to the study.

Her father Wu Liansong stared at her leaving back and sighed secretly.

Let's take it easy, my daughter is fine, but like Wang Cuiyan, who has a grandson without a son-in-law, it's even worse...

What a godsend, only ghosts believe it.

Wu Shanshan came to the study room and found Wen Rensheng, who was indeed on the phone, talking and laughing happily with each student.

"Xiao Liu, how are you learning puppetry? Learning needs to be integrated into practice. For this practice assignment, I will use the puppet I helped you make during class. Yours is a puppet bird, which is difficult to control. It is just a good time to practice. ..."

"Yunshuang, that bottle of petrochemical potion, you should use it carefully. Although it has been diluted by me, it is quite powerful."

Waiting patiently for him to finish the phone call, Wu Shanshan said: "Send me a poem, the kind that will shock the past..."

"You're really loud," Wen Rensheng said helplessly, he could guess what the other party wanted to do, "You let me think about it."

"Okay, think about it slowly, I'll pour you some tea." Wu Shanshan pushed the door away with a smile on her face.

"Sigh, this is really a world where poetry manifests itself..." Wen Rensheng muttered casually, and then began to recall.

Think about which poem that shocks the past and the present has never appeared in this world.

The cemetery is connected behind the vortex, so in this case, it is necessary to find a poem that fits the artistic conception.

Well, that's the one, "Ten years of life and death...", anyway, the person who used it is not me, so I don't have to worry about memorizing the name of Mr. Wenchao.

After recalling it carefully, he immediately wrote it out on a piece of rice paper with his meaningful regular script. After reading it, he nodded with satisfaction.

I am really an all-rounder...

Then he called Wu Shanshan to come over.

After the latter came in, he read it a few times and burst into tears.

This is a eulogy, and different people have different opinions.

It was originally done by Su Shi to commemorate his deceased wife, but in Wu Shanshan's eyes at this time, it is clear that her boyfriend imitated her father's tone and mood, doing it for him, and also doing it for herself...

My father is a rough man, and he has no time for infatuation, but it is impossible to make such poems to express his feelings.

She looked at Wen Rensheng, and said gently: "You have a heart, I understand everything you do."

"...Uh, as long as you understand." Wen Rensheng didn't know what the other party misunderstood, but it seemed to be a good thing.

The two then bid farewell.

After going out, Wu Shanshan returned to the living room and handed the poem to Wu Liansong to read.

Although the other party can't do poetry, he still has the ability to appreciate.

He looked down, tears streaming down his face, even in the living room, in front of everyone, he couldn't restrain that special emotion.

But at this moment, Wu Shanshan was horrified to discover that there were streaks of dark yellow light suddenly appearing from her father.

This, this seems to be what Wei Yiqing said, a sign of communicating with the mysterious world?

Seeing this, the others were all inexplicably surprised and shocked.

What kind of situation is this? After reading a poem, you can have such a chance?

Wang Cuiyan had the most experience, reaching out her hand to tell everyone to be quiet and not to disturb, and at the same time whispered someone to guard at the gate of the courtyard, so as not to let outsiders enter at this time.

Everyone did what they said.

Even though Wen Rensheng was in the study, he also felt the strange situation in the living room.

When he came to the door of the living room and stopped entering, he saw Wu Liansong's current situation and couldn't help sighing: he would be slapped in the face.

Poetry can't show holiness, but it can touch the state of mind. If it fits with the alien characteristics of the alien, it will naturally trigger the favor of the mysterious world and gain stronger power.

This old Wu is truly a fool.

At that time, I didn't think of this, but I was thinking of finding a famous poem, which also fit what Wu Shanshan was looking for.

Now it seems that this old guy has benefited greatly.

Of course, judging from the other party's temperament, he would rather not have such benefits, and only hoped that his dead wife would come back to life.

At this moment, Wen Rende came over quietly and said in a low voice, "Son, did you write that word?"

He took a rough look just now, and immediately guessed the truth.

"Well, it's not my work, it's just a gift from God." Wen Rensheng is an honest person, and he absolutely doesn't want to learn that kind of copywriting. Copying poems doesn't count, and the original author is also obliterated...

"Well, well, Godsend, everyone is like this," Wen Rende looked at Wu Liansong enviously, "I have a hunch that Lao Wu may break through to the master level this time."

"Is he so powerful? He hasn't mastered his skills yet, right?" Wen Rensheng asked doubtfully.

"The heterogeneous progress is definitely enough, and the rest is to hone the skills slowly with time." Wen Rende confirmed.

"Oh, this is also the result of his accumulation over the years. Those who are not infatuated will not be hurt by love, and those who are not hurt by love will not go far." Wen Rensheng nodded and said.

"Oh, he is also a poor man." Wen Rende sighed.

Then the two stood aside to prevent accidents.

This guarding lasted for two days, during which Lao Zhao's visit from the neighbor and the people from the inspection department were declined.

If there were no such reliable people waiting for him, I am afraid that Lao Wu's promotion path would not be as smooth as it is now.

Of course, everyone unanimously decided to keep the reason for his promotion secret.

This was requested by Wen Rende, he didn't want everyone to ask for poems, no matter how much his son had in his stomach, he couldn't copy it.

Keep some dry goods, he still needs to use them.

After Lao Wu woke up, he saw his daughter standing by his side.

He nodded in relief, alas, after all, they are connected by flesh and blood.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but said: "Shanshan, I saw your mother in this encounter, and I know what you want to do. But don't act too hastily, things will turn around."

"..." Wu Shanshan was slightly taken aback, then nodded silently.

"Thank Xiaosheng for me, for letting him worry." He continued.

"Old Wu, you are not kind, I actually wrote that poem..." Wen Rende approached from the side.

"Get lost!" Wu Liansong scolded.

If Wen Rensheng can resonate with himself because he loves his daughter, then how could Wen Rende, who is full of power and has both wives, feel half of his sadness?

"Oh...don't talk nonsense." Wen Rende left in a embarrassed manner.

After scolding Wen Rende away, Wu Liansong went out again and greeted the other people guarding the yard one by one.

"Ms. Wu, how do you feel?" Wang Cuiyan asked with concern.

"It feels good," Wu Liansong forced a laugh, "It shouldn't be too far from the master level."

Wang Cuiyan was startled, the other party was only in her forties, this is not too far away, maybe it means half a step away, or even crossed, not yet consolidated.

Thinking of this, she stared fiercely at Wang Wenwen, who was playing games with Tianci's grandson. The latter was heartless, and was playing with Zhao Han next to him. How could he have the slightest sense of being a mother...

He got a gift from God and became a master; he also got a gift from God and became a grandma.

The more contrast the more sad.

"Stupid Wang Cuiyan, I don't know that the grandson she got will be no worse than Wu Liansong in the future. In a sense, it will be far superior, because this will be the ancestral grandson of their old Wang family..."

Of course, this is what the narrator said.

When Zhao Han saw this reminder, he was very relieved. It turned out that he was not the only one who would be called a fool, everyone was the same.

However, I have only heard of ancestral antiques, ancestral seeds, what kind of concept is this ancestral grandson?