Reborn in the world, starting from looking for relatives for Zheng Juan

The room suddenly became quiet, and only the rustle of pen writing on paper could be heard. Everyone looked towards Lu Tian, ​​waiting to see what kind of work Lu Tian could write.

some of,

There is expectation, curiosity, disdain, and nervousness.

More than ten minutes later, Lu Tian stood up, closed the cap of the pen in his hand, handed the letter to Zhou Rong and said: "Zhou Rong, I have written it, you can read it too."

"So fast?"

Taking the letter from Lu Tian, ​​her eyes fell on the paper. Zhou Rong was attracted by the good handwriting on the letter, and thought to herself: "This Lu Tian's handwriting is pretty good, but I don't know how good he is at writing poems."

So, I stood up, looked straight at the manuscript, and read word for word:

""Chrysanthemum Terrace"

Your tears are weak and hurt

The pale moon crescents, catching the past

The night is too long and it condenses into frost

Who is it, the cold despair in the attic?

The rain gently bounces, the vermilion window

My whole life is on paper, blown by the wind

Dreams in the distance turn into a wisp of incense

Drifting in the wind, your appearance

The chrysanthemums are broken and the ground is covered with wounds

Your smile has turned yellow

The flower falls and the heart breaks

I lie down quietly with my thoughts

The north wind is chaotic and the night is still young

Your shadow keeps cutting

Leave me alone on the lake, in pairs..."

Zhou Rong's original intention was to read casually, but in her subconscious mind, Lu Tian could not write a good work.

But the more she read, the more she felt that the words on the letter paper seemed to be beating, and the desolate picture appeared before her eyes like a dream, as if she were immersed in it, clear and vital.

When she finished reading the last paragraph and the last word, her hands couldn't help but tremble.

Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei are both proficient in literature, so they can certainly read the artistic conception of the poem. After listening to Zhou Rong's reading, they couldn't help but applaud.

Although Zhou Bingkun was dull, he was also cultured and he also clapped his hands.

After Lu Tian heard Zhou Rong finish reading, he said, "Zhou Rong, you read very well."

Lu Tian's words made Zhou Rong recover from her poetic mood, and suddenly she said with a pair of clear eyes: "Lu Tian, ​​can this poem be put like this and let me read it carefully?"

"Since you like it, I'll give it to you." Lu Tian replied.

"real?"

"real."

"Then, thank you."

When Zhou Rong heard that Lu Tian said that he wanted to give this poem to him, Zhou Rong suddenly felt like he had found a treasure and held the whole letter in his arms.

"Sister, let me tell you, Feng Huacheng's poems are just average. You still don't believe it. Compared with Brother Lu's poems, they are simply heaven and earth. Are you convinced now?" Zhou Bingkun stood up, straightened his waist and said

.

"Shut your crow mouth, what do you know? Everything in heaven and earth is different at best.

Feng Huacheng's poems are more grand, and Lu Tian's poems are more beautiful, each one is better than the other."

Of course, idols are not easily broken, not to mention that an idol like Feng Huacheng, who has life experience and understands the thoughts of little girls, is even more difficult to be broken.

After regaining consciousness, Zhou Rong immediately spoke kind words for Feng Huacheng.

Lu Tian knew in his heart that wanting Zhou Rong to step back from the brink and stay away from Feng Huacheng would not happen overnight. Fortunately, there was still a year to allow her to slowly change.

Not urgent.

I looked at the time and saw it was almost dinner time.

Lu Tian stood up and said:

"Brother Zhou, Bingkun, we have things to do at home, so Juanzi and I won't stay here any longer. If you have time, come visit me. Tianping Hutong is not far from here anyway."

"Why are you still leaving? It's almost lunch time. You two kids will stay here for a bite." Seeing Lu Tian was about to leave, Li Suhua said hurriedly.

"No, aunt, my mother and my brother are waiting for us at home." Zheng Juan also stood up.

Li Suhua took Zheng Juan's hand and said, "Girl, today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. According to Jichun custom, today is the day to eat hundreds of meals. If you catch up with someone's meal, you will eat at that house. If you don't stay

, just look down upon our Zhou family."

"This..." Zheng Juan didn't know how to respond and looked at Lu Tian beside her.

Lu Tian knew that Jichun did have this custom.

Every New Year's Day, every family goes to pay New Year's greetings and catch up with someone to have a meal. If this family can stay, they will have a simple meal at this family.

I was in a hurry to leave just now because I saw it was almost dinner time and didn't want to trouble anyone.

Hearing that Li Suhua mentioned this, it would be rude to leave, so he said: "Madam, out of respect, we might as well obey your orders and stay here for a simple meal."

"That's great, I'll go make some food now." Li Suhua said with a smile on her face.

Zheng Juan thought of something and said, "Madam, Lu Tian and I will stay here for dinner, so you must accept the eggs."

Hearing what Zheng Juan said, Li Suhua couldn't refuse anymore, "There are so many eggs, the gift is too heavy. Is this okay? You can take half and keep half."

"Auntie, I have a way to get the eggs, so you can keep this basket. Also, besides the eggs, there are twenty bus tickets in the basket.

Wherever the family wants to go, they can go by car if they are far away." Lu Tiandao.

"This is so bad. The eggs are valuable enough, so we can't collect the ticket." Li Suhua shook her head.

"Auntie, it is auspicious to give gifts in pairs. Just accept them." Zheng Juan said softly.

Seeing Lu Tian and Zheng Juan insisting again and again, Li Suhua nodded, "Okay, I'll accept it. I happen to have bamboo leaf green tea at home that his father sent back from Sichuan. When you leave, you should take two cans with you."

"Then we won't be polite." Lu Tian responded.

"Okay, you guys sit here, Rong, Bingkun and you two, help me with the work. Bingyi, you and Dongmei chat with the guests for a while, and then dinner can be served in half an hour at most."

Li Suhua said to several of his children.

…

Although it was freezing cold, the Spring Festival in the north at that time was particularly festive. I saved money for a year just to have a glorious time during the Spring Festival.

The same is true for the Zhou family.

It didn't take half an hour for the food and wine to be put on the table.

From Lu Tian's perspective before his rebirth, the dishes on the table were still a bit simple and could not be served on the table.

However, given the current conditions.

The four dishes of braised vermicelli with pickled cabbage, stewed rooster with mushrooms, braised crucian carp, and scrambled eggs with green onions are a feast once they are served.

The Zhou family, including Lu Tian and Zheng Juan, sat together, and Li Suhua specially opened a bottle of liquor that Zhou Zhi had just brought back from Sichuan.

Zhou Bingyi and Lu Tian were not heavy drinkers, but no party would be complete without alcohol. On a festive day, it was still necessary to have a few drinks.

Li Suhua saw that several young people were chatting with each other, so she made an exception and asked Zhou Bingkun to have a few drinks with Zhou Bingyi and Lu Tian.

After drinking a few drinks, Zhou Rong asked Lu Tian, ​​who was sitting opposite her: "Lu Tian, ​​your poems are so good, do you work in literature and history?"

Lu Tian put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, raised his head and said, "No."

"No? What kind of job is that?" Zhou Rong asked curiously.

"I am a sanitation worker at the sanitation station, responsible for dumping garbage. I am the one who cleans out the five garbage dumps in your photograms every day." Lu Tian did not hide anything and said the truth.

When Zhou Rong heard that Lu Tian mentioned that he was in charge of clearing away the waste dump of photograms in the studio, Zhou Rong's heart moved. She suddenly thought of what happened more than a month ago and thought to herself:

"Could it be that he was the one who helped me get out of trouble that day?"