As a result, this has become a point of depression in Zhao Xiaomai's heart. After being poked by Zhou Rong, she stopped trying to persuade her.

As Feng Huacheng gradually integrated into life, he also withdrew from the halo of poets, and became farther and farther away from Zhou Rong's heart. He was no longer the dazzling poet he once was, and he was no longer the one whom Zhou Rong admired.

that person.

Therefore, originally the family was centered around Feng Huacheng, but gradually as Zhou Rong's experience and knowledge increased, it gradually became centered around Zhou Rong, so even Feng Huacheng could not convince Zhou Rong.

From time to time, the couple would quarrel for various reasons.

It was like this again today. Everyone discussed the current trends in the South and Engels's sentence. Cai Xiaoguang subconsciously quoted a small poem, "Whoever likes the beauty of the rose must accept its pricking thorns."

In fact, it means that the pain of the current reform must be experienced. Zhou Bingyi felt that it made sense, but he still felt that he understood the deeper meaning. He wanted to understand, so he subconsciously asked.

Seeing what her brother said, Zhou Rong said dissatisfiedly, "I've told you that those who study philosophy should also study more literature, and don't always be like the third child, but you just don't listen. You seem to be behind the times.

Well, I don’t understand this.”

Feng Huacheng saw how many people were chatting happily, but he couldn't get a word in. He felt like he was being left out, which made him feel uncomfortable. Now that he finally got to talk about poetry, he felt that this was his area of ​​expertise.

He quickly answered and said, "It's just a small poem. If you don't know it, it's out of date."

Zhou Rong lost her original patience with Feng Huacheng. Seeing what Feng Huacheng said, she was very dissatisfied and said, "Do you feel bad?"

Feng Huacheng saw the disdain in Zhou Rong's words. He wanted to have a good chat, but his anger suddenly rose sharply in his heart. He immediately made a comment and said with disapproval, "The angle of this poem is chosen."

It’s good, but the form is a bit tricky. This is the current situation facing poetry, everyone is pursuing formal innovation.”

Zhou Rong didn't think so. She felt that Feng Huacheng couldn't do good things himself, so he only felt bad about others. She always said, "sour grapes mentality."

Zhou Rong's words successfully made Feng Huacheng lose face. This was part of the frequent quarrels between their husband and wife recently, and everyone was used to it.

Zhou Bingyi didn't want his sister and brother-in-law to quarrel like this. After all, they both had children, and it was impossible to continue arguing like this. So, he thought that his sister liked the poems written by Feng Huacheng the most, so he quickly asked, "Huacheng,

What new works have you recently produced?"

Feng Huacheng was stunned. He knew that his uncle had no ill intentions and just wanted to ease the conflict between him and Zhou Rong. However, he was busy with work recently and had no time to think about those romantic affairs. He said lonelyly, "No.

!”

Zhou Bingyi felt a little embarrassed. He originally wanted Feng Hua to read a new work to make his sister happy, but he didn't expect that the great poet Feng Huacheng had no new works. This scene was like poking a scar.

As the hostess, Zhao Xiaomai couldn't let the scene get cold, so she smiled and joked, "What about my brother-in-law? Look at my Wang Yue. I was fascinated by half of his poems back then, and it turned out that I couldn't even get married."

It has been many years since I wrote a decent poem. All the flowers I have been waiting for have withered."

Zhao Xiaomai heard Wang Yue say this sentence casually once, and thought it was very funny, so he used it here and successfully made everyone laugh.

That half of the poem is really amazing. When Zhao Maimai read Wang Yue's poem to Zhou Rong, Zhou Rong was really surprised once. But he was about to graduate from college, and Wang Yue's new works never appeared again.

The ripples that had finally occurred in Zhou Rong's heart just disappeared.

Wang Yue saw that the atmosphere was harmonious, so he smiled and said, "Mencius said, fish is what I want, and bear's paws are what I want. You can't have both, and you can take bear's paws instead of fish.

.So, any choice will be a give-and-take, you can’t want both, right?”

After listening to Wang Yue's words, Zhou Rong knew that Wang Yue was trying to wake her up, but she just felt that there would still be a house in the future, but Feng Huacheng should not bow to reality and become lethargic and lose the vitality of the past.
Chapter completed!