So they wanted to see what Zhuoyang was using to recruit Fu Yaotang.

Judging from his clothes, even if he deliberately dressed up, he could not hide his poverty. He must have come from a small place.

And today, all these boys came with their parents to celebrate. Only Zhuoyang was alone, which shows that his parents should not be able to get on the stage.

Because of their parents' work, these boys were immersed in social atmosphere as early as possible. They were influenced by their ears and eyes. At a young age, they had a high self-esteem and prematurely tasted the sweetness and superiority of class.

Fu Yaotang looked at Zhuo Yang worriedly, now regretting bringing him into his circle.

Originally, he just wanted his parents to get to know his friends, because he had never brought friends home, and he simply wanted to celebrate his birthday with his friends.

I didn't expect that things would get out of hand like this.

Zhuoyang's lips were calm and curved, and he was dressed in formal clothes. Although he was not very old, he smiled like an elegant and modest gentleman, and his upbringing could not be faked.

Fu Yaotang's father, Fu Zhi, had dark eyes.

"This is my gift to Fu Yaotang. I hope Fu Yaotang likes it."

What I mean by this is that others should stop being pushy and point fingers.

He gave this to Fu Yaotang, as long as Fu Yaotang likes it.

In this way, the young masters who were trying to use the topic to express themselves were choked up before they could see him, and they looked at Zhuo Yang angrily.

This kid is so disgusting and arrogant!

Zhuo Yang handed it to Fu Yaotang. Naturally, the gift had to be opened by the birthday boy to make it meaningful.

With such a broad and stocky body, Fu Yaotang opened the box with great care and breathed softly. This was evident from his actions.

Everyone stuck their heads.

Expressing an opinion means killing one thousand enemies and damaging yourself eight hundred, but it’s not against the law, right?

Inside is a scroll with gold rims on both sides, revealing that the paper inside is red.

whispering sound--

Some people curled their lips and sneered.

You can see that no matter how beautifully decorated it is, it is just a piece of tattered paper.

Fu Yaotang still opened it personally as if he were treating a treasure.

The scroll was opened, and there were lines of words written on it with a brush. Although the ink had dried up long ago, the fragrance of ink still lingered around, lingering around for a long time.

Fu Yaotang stared blankly, his fierce face seemed to be frozen, like a sculpture.

The young master who was unwilling to give up would rather lose money than speak out, "Hahaha, what is written here, I can't even understand it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that everyone was looking at him. Even his old man had a look of hatred on his face. If so many people hadn't been there, he would have wanted to blow his head off right away.

That dandy young man is confused. Did he say something wrong?

I really can't understand it.

"This is classical Chinese." Fu Yaotang scolded in a low voice, "If you don't understand, don't speak."

Fu Yaotang was rude for the first time, but his father Fu Zhi didn't stop him either.

My son has read the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child and loves classical literature very much. Although his writing is not outstanding, his love is strong and passionate.

Fu Zhi looked at Zhuoyang again, and saw that he had a graceful temperament, and he had an air of poetry and calligraphy.

This is really a smart boy who knows how to do what he likes.

Fu Yaotang was very excited, "Zhuoyang, I have never seen this article in a book. Did you write it yourself?"

Zhuo Yang nodded, there was not too much arrogance in his eyes, only a dazzling confidence.

Indeed, there were some knowledgeable people present who touched their chins and looked at it, pondering and appreciating it.

Fu Shipei didn't understand, but even his father Fu Wei couldn't help but sigh, "It's well done, with depth and content. At such a young age, it can't even compare to many adults."

Fu Shipei was so depressed that she didn't dare to make a sound and could only stamp her feet.

"Then this word was written by you yourself?"

Zhuo Yang nodded again.

Everyone present was whispering.

There are few people who know classical Chinese, but there are many people who know calligraphy. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer children who can write calligraphy with calligraphy, and those who can write calligraphy well with calligraphy are only one in a million.

When Zhuoyang was a child, his family had no money, so his eldest brother taught him how to use grains to make signs on the ground.

It was only after I arrived in the town that I started to live a better life, so I had rice paper and pen and ink. Although I just started using the Four Treasures of Study, the foundation was laid early.

Unlike Zhuo Ran, he has had an almost paranoid love for learning since he was a child. He likes to learn things, not just for grades, it is a kind of supreme happiness.

"Well written, the writing is really good."

"My son has been practicing for many years, and he still can't even catch up to one-tenth of this."

Zhuoyang instantly became "someone else's child", bringing his own light.

Fu Yaotang was also very happy. With such a broad body, he hugged the gift tightly, just like Winnie the Pooh hugged his beloved little honey can, "Thank you, I like it very much."

Zhuo Yang showed a smile.

When he asked his eldest brother to advise him, he fell into a dead end. He knew that Fu Yaotang's family was not short of money, so the gifts given by others must be valuable.

He had a headache thinking about it and couldn't figure it out, but his elder brother said clearly, "Use your own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses."

It was like an enlightenment, giving Zhuo Yang an instant enlightenment.

Such things as wealth will exist sooner or later, but talents and talents are not available to those who want to have them.

The eldest brother has always been a person who is afraid of trouble, but if showing off his talent can make some people less noisy like sparrows, then that's what it should be.

When it comes to evildoing, Zhuo Yang feels that even if he has learned it for several years, he still can't compare to his elder brother.

After seeing off all the guests, Fu Yaotang went to the study to find Fu Zhi in the evening, "Dad, why do you have to open Zhuoyang's gift in public?"

He felt sorry for Zhuo Yang. His father was not usually so forceful.

Fu Zhi touched his big head, which was like a braised egg, "Silly boy."

How many people approach their Fu family with impure motives?

He just wants to give his child peace, so that he can have a pure land around him and make true friends.

"...Dad, I'm not stupid."

Fu Zhi stroked his lucky big ears and said, "Zhuoyang, this kid, can be a close friend. Let him come to play at home more often."

Fu Yaotang is also very forgetful. When he heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "Okay."

It seems that his father has accepted Zhuo Yang.

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The weather has turned from warm to cold, getting cooler day by day, and the original thin single clothes have gradually been replaced by sweaters and a jacket.

Yu Xiuli was afraid that Xiaotuanzi would get sick, so she wrapped her up like a rice dumpling every day, but this did not damage Xiaotuanzi's beauty.

There is a folk saying that the more beautiful you are when you are young, the more beautiful you will be when you grow up.

But Xiaotuanzi bucked the trend. Her apricot eyes were still as bright and beautiful as ever, as if she could talk, but her facial features became more and more refined. Every detail was carefully crafted, and God was most proud of it.
Chapter completed!