Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 130 Egg Yolk
Fang Qing was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. He didn't count how long he had been staring at the ceiling for more than three years.

He loves to read, but he doesn't read everything. Sometimes he spends more time looking for books than reading. He has finished reading the new book "The Mysterious Case of Stiles Manor" written by a fifth-grade vegetative person in the first two days. The whole person is empty.

In fact, he will have an exam tomorrow, and the others in the dormitory are still struggling in the library on the night before the exam, only he, a salted fish, let himself go.

For him, tomorrow's exam is just a formality. Some time ago, I recruited him to take a look. I felt that it was very difficult to find a job. It might as well be a graduate student and continue wandering for three years. But no matter how hard I try now, it is impossible It was too late.

Ding dong.

The whispering reminder sounded, and Fang Qing hurriedly turned over to touch the phone.

He only set "writer Zhang Qianli" as special attention, and it should be that the fifth-grade vegetative person posted another post.

Tsk tsk, Da Da hasn't posted anything these days. A few days ago, Fang Qing actively participated in the activity of looking at pictures and talking, but the competition is too fierce, and it is not easy to be the lucky one.

In the middle, because of the Huaxia Detective Master Award, the fans of the fifth-grade vegetative were besieged. Now the fans basically don't show up except for reading books, but as long as the fifth-grade vegetative wants to find a place, they will definitely be on call at any time.

But the "calling order" did not arrive, but Fang Qing waited for a poem.

"When he was a child, he asked his father what was on the other side of the mountain..."

This poem is not long, and you can see the end of the poem at a glance.

After he finished reading the whole poem, he put down his phone and looked at the white ceiling again, but this time, his eyes did not stop at the ceiling, but through the ceiling, through the floor, looking at the vast expanse Sky.

It seems that I can hear the cry from the distant valley, almost growling, struggling, longing, yearning.

The sound passed through his eardrums and penetrated into his heart.

He seemed to see his parents who were waiting for him to return home after graduating from college. They sat in front of the door and looked at him with smiles.

"Look, our college students are back."

It's embarrassing to think about it this way.

Fang Qing is not from the mountains, he is just a child from an ordinary rural family, even before he came to Bashu, he had never seen the mountains.

But he knew that in front of him and his family stood tall mountains.

There are also high mountains behind him, some of which his father has already climbed, and he has just reached the mountainside, and has lost the courage and belief to continue climbing.

Fang Qing clenched his fist, in his heart, a door was knocked hard.

He turned over and climbed out of bed, found the review materials for the postgraduate entrance examination, and ran out while holding her.

As soon as I went out, I ran into a classmate who came back from playing basketball in the dormitory next door.

Seeing Fang Qing, the classmate said in surprise, "Fang Qing, why are you going?"

"Library, read a book."

"Reading? Oh, yes, you also have to take the postgraduate entrance examination."

"Ah."

Seeing Fang Qing running out in a hurry, the classmate curled his lips and shook his head, muttering, "Tch, I don't usually burn incense, I just hug Buddha's feet temporarily, and now I can use it for reading."

Fang Qing had already walked away, and he didn't hear the muttering of his classmates. Even if he heard it, he would laugh it off.

Of course, he doesn't expect that he can get a good result tomorrow when he grinds his guns now, but he has already made a decision. From now on, he will treat all the decisions he makes wholeheartedly.

Yes, from now on.

……

On this night, some people suddenly put down the snacks in their hands, picked up the fitness card that hadn't been used in months, and went to the gym.

Some people finally mustered up the courage to confess their love to the ta they love.

Some people put down their mouse and picked up their books...

Because they all know that if they don't act now, the mountains in front of them will never disappear.

……

"Teacher Xu, we will come at this time tomorrow night."

After the painting class was over, Zhang Zhong took Pengpeng and made an appointment with Xu Yuhan to come to class tomorrow.

"Well, okay." Xu Yuhan nodded, then squatted down and said to Pengpeng, "Then your puppy must be taken care of."

With a smile on his face, Pengpeng patted his trouser pocket and said, "Mr. Xu, don't worry, I will definitely take care of it."

"Well, see you tomorrow then."

"Mmm, goodbye, Mr. Xu."

When the father and daughter walked out of Mengmu Xiaozhu, Zhang Zhong looked at his daughter strangely, "You brought the puppy with you?"

"Yeah, dad didn't say that I should take good care of it. If I leave it alone at home, it will definitely be very lonely, and it must be very uncomfortable." Pengpeng took out the origami puppy from his pocket.

"Father, Teacher Xu said he wanted to name the puppy, but Pengpeng wants to call it egg yolk."

"Why?" The black line on Zhang Zhong's head was about to float up. Isn't the name egg yolk too casual? Is Peng Peng still thinking about the sun he saw yesterday morning?

"You see it is yellow, so it must be called egg yolk."

Is the yellow one called egg yolk?

"What if it's white?" Zhang Zhong asked.

Pengpeng seemed to have encountered a problem, scratched his head, thought for a while and said, "Is that called protein? But protein doesn't sound good."

The egg yolk is not good to hear where to go...

When Zhang Zhong and the others were still on the road, Xu Yuhan and He Jing had already sent all the students and their parents away. After He Jing had left, Xu Yuhan nestled in the sofa, enjoying the rare time alone during the day.

When she was teaching the students just now, she received a reminder message from Weiyu. It seemed that Zhang Chong had sent a new post, but she didn't read it right away. She took out her mobile phone and clicked on Weiyu when she had time.

mountain people...

Xu Yuhan didn't read the content yet, but only read the title, her heart started pounding, and she looked up at the picture she had just drawn on the wall.

Will his new developments be related to his own paintings?

Click on the news again, and take a closer look, it turns out to be a poem.

After reading this poem, Xu Yuhan didn't have the same deep feelings as Fang Qing, but she could appreciate the charm of this poem.

If such a poem was just improvised by Zhang Zhong after looking at his own painting, it would be... too inhuman.

She didn't deliberately keep track of the time, but after she greeted Zhang Zhong, the phone came to remind her within a few minutes.

Can such a poem be written in just a few minutes?
Xu Yuhan felt unbelievable, but deep down in her heart, she was willing to believe that Zhang Chong wrote it impromptu after seeing her own painting.

People are always willing to believe in miracles, not to mention that the miracle is related to themselves.

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