I'm the villain, evil boy, his father

Chapter 84 My Dada's Horseshoe is a Beautiful Mistake
"Father Zhao, you are not really a hidden literary figure, are you?"

"Don't lie to me!"

Murong Xue asked immediately, with serious anticipation on her face, and a hint of admiration.

Cough!

Zhao Pu almost choked on water.

Peerless expert?Hidden writer?
Did you read too many novels?
I used to go to school for a few years and read a few martial arts novels. Can I be a peerless genius, a hidden writer?

"Hehe, look at what you said, I have only read a few martial arts novels, and they are not as powerful as you said."

Zhao Pu waved his hand and said with a sneering smile.

His face flushed, and he felt that it would be better to be honest.

"That's not right, Father Zhao, you just said that you were also a literary youth in your early years. You have read a lot of books, consulted some famous teachers, and studied for a period of time."

"You don't forget about it yourself, do you? Why do you say that you have only read a few martial arts novels?"

"Aren't you clearly deceiving?"

I……

Nima—did I really say that?
Why can't I remember myself?
"Did I really say that? Don't you remember wrongly?"

Zhao Pu smiled awkwardly.

"Even if there is, it's probably just me boasting for a while, and it can't be taken seriously."

"Actually, your father Zhao has no real skills. It's just a joke. Don't take it seriously haha."

Zhao Pu laughed awkwardly again.

"That's right. I remember it clearly. When you said it, you were quite proud of it. It's not like you're pretending."

"Father Zhao, I'm your adopted daughter now, are you going to lie to me and not tell me the truth?"

"If you do this again, I will be angry!"

Murong Xue suddenly raised her face, looking very unhappy.

She regarded Zhao Pu as a relative and confidant, and said everything, but she didn't expect Zhao Pu, a godfather, to have reservations about her, to keep a hand, not to confide in her, to be honest with her.

This made her feel very hurt and sad!

"Alas, girl Murong, don't be angry!"

"I... I really don't know how to do it!"

"That's all your father Zhao's bragging comparison, don't take it seriously!"

Seeing the situation, Zhao Pu hurriedly stopped pretending, and simply told the truth and let it go.

A little face is nothing.

If it was because of such a trivial matter that he and Murong Xue were unhappy, and there was a rift between them, wouldn't all previous efforts be wasted, and all achievements would be in vain?
But this little girl Murong Xue is angry now, how can she listen?
Thinking it was Zhao Pu who deliberately deceived her, the little girl burst into tears.

She looked so cute and pitiful, with pear blossoms and rain, as if she had been wronged by the sky.

"Good good!"

"I am! I admit that I am a peerless master, a hidden literary figure, is it okay now?"

Zhao Pu was flustered for a while, speechless for a while, and smiled wryly.

"Now you finally admit it?"

"Why did you lie to me just now?"

"You are too bad, Father Zhao!"

Murong Xue raised her tearful eyes and asked aggrievedly.

I have to say that women are unreasonable, as long as she believes in one thing, it is wrong and right.

I won’t tell you about logic or logic, reason or reason.

What's more, I'm still angry, and I won't talk to you about reason.

"Ugh--!"

Zhao Pu couldn't help heaving a long sigh, with a bitter smile on his face.

This Nima, let yourself say?
What else can I say?
Forced, I pretended it myself, even if I was kneeling, I had to finish it!
"Isn't this, your father Zhao and my strength are too shocking!"

"I have always been indifferent to fame and fortune, and I have no quarrel with the world. I will not show it easily in front of ordinary people, and I will not compete with those hypocrites for fame and fortune."

"That's right, I always study and study at home alone. I don't want to rely on this to become famous in the world one day, and to fight for that false name."

"This is your father Zhao's big secret. I will tell it to you alone. You must keep it a secret from me!"

Zhao Pu simply pretended to be in the end, and started to play his old skills again, talking nonsense in a big way.

Murong Xue said excitedly: "Father Zhao, you really are an expert!"

"I didn't guess wrong!"

"Show me the works you have researched and written in the past, and I will see if they are well written and whether they are as great as you said."

what?
work?

There are a few hairs, but there are really no works.

"This, this, in a hurry, I can't think of it, let's talk about it later."

Zhao Pu blushed and smiled awkwardly.

"Aren't you a literary youth? You have also written works. Even if you can't remember novels and articles, there are always a few poems and ditties, right? You can always remember this, right?"

"Think about it now. If you really can't remember, you can make me a poem on the spot. I really want to see how good your masterpiece is."

Murong Xue looked like a child, eager to urge Zhao Pu.

A pair of big sparkling eyes, like a star, looking at Zhao Pu, just like looking at his own idol.

Forehead--

This……?
Zhao Pu was speechless for a while, his head was sweating.

How can this Nima be good!
Seeing Murong Xue exuberant and full of anticipation, if she couldn't pretend today, she might be disappointed by this little girl.

The mature, stable, omnipotent, and unpredictable image that I had painstakingly cultivated collapsed.

Alas!
Ok?
Got it!

Suddenly, Zhao Pu was quick-witted and had a flash of inspiration, and he came up with a brilliant idea.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic, and his smile bloomed.

"Hehe! What a big deal!"

"Isn't it just a small poem, it's very simple!"

"Exactly. I remembered that I wrote something occasionally recently, so I wrote it for you to read. You, a top student in the Chinese department, will give you a good review from Zhao Daddy!"

Zhao Pu calmly smiled.

He seemed confident and calm.

"Really? That's great, write it!"

"I'll find you a pen and paper!"

Murong Xue was overjoyed, extremely happy, and quickly found a fountain pen and a piece of A4 paper for Zhao Pu.

Zhao Pu took it, and sat on the counter, silently pondering for a moment, then brushed it out with a solemn expression, and wrote it out like a snake.

After finishing writing, he blew on the blown paper and nodded with a satisfied smile.

"Girl, your father Zhao made a fool of himself."

"Look!"

Hand the paper to Murong Xue.

Murong Xue took it carefully, as if she had found a treasure, she was full of anticipation, and hurriedly watched it attentively.

It didn't matter what she saw, she was shocked and couldn't help but exclaimed "Ah".

I saw it said:
……

"mistake"

I walked through Jiangnan
The face waiting in the season is like the blooming and falling of lotus

If the east wind does not come, the catkins in March do not fly
Your heart is like a small lonely city
Just like the bluestone streets in the evening

The sound of footsteps is silent, and the curtain of spring in March is not lifted
Your heart is like a small casement
My Dada's horseshoe is a beautiful mistake
I'm not a native, I'm a passerby...

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Ps
I think it's barely enough, give a wave of support, okay?

Oh, by the way, this modern poem was written by a guy named Zheng Chouyu.

(End of this chapter)