I deliver food to Wanjie

"Hey, brother's restaurant is open today, let's have a good meal tonight!"

"I'm going to get the dishes!"

The dishes were arranged, and the brothers and sisters ate happily.

"Brother, where is your restaurant?"

"It's on Zhongxing Road, her name is Feng Yaxuan."

"Hmm... I'll have to check it out later, bro, you're the big boss now, haha!"

Wu Feng ate the chicken drumsticks, and smiled lightly: "The boss is not the boss, it's just a partnership with someone to open a small restaurant and make some money."

Speaking of this, Wu Feng thought for a while, and then said:

"Xiaorui, I'm going to school tomorrow, is the living expenses enough?"

"Brother enough, you don't have to worry."

Wu Feng smiled lightly, the restaurant earned more than 100 million today!

Among them, Zhou Daxing alone contributed 100 million!

According to Tang Xuan's estimate, the stable daily income of the restaurant will be around [-] in the future!

In other words, even if Wu Feng does nothing every month, he can get 100 million in his hands!

In this way, when Wu Feng wanted to buy something for Xiaorui, he no longer had to bother to explain where the money came from.

"Xiaorui, if you need money in the future, just tell me, anyway, brother is now a boss."

Wu Rui nodded happily, with a happy smile on her face.

"Brother, you are really amazing!"

After eating, Wu Feng cleaned up the dishes, and Wu Rui began to prepare some items that he needed to bring to school tomorrow.

She put the diary written with "Water Tune Getou" into her bag emphatically, and looked at Wu Feng cautiously, and her eyes immediately became firm!

"Such a good poem must not be buried!"

Early the next morning, Wu Feng took Wu Rui to school on an electric bike, and then reported to the company.

In a blink of an eye, it was afternoon.

In school, as soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Wu Rui couldn't wait to pull Fang Xiaoqian up and go straight to the poetry club...

(To be continued)

Throw it away!

"Hey, Xiaorui! What are you doing in such a hurry, have you written a good poem?"

When we arrived at the Poetry Club, several classmates had already come over. Wu Rui pulled Fang Xiaoqian to sit in the back row, and mysteriously took out the diary from his bag.

"Hush... Xiaoqian, please keep your voice down, I'll show you something first!"

"what?"

Fang Xiaoqian took the diary suspiciously and turned to the latest page.

"Water Tune Head?"

"When is the moon..."

Next, Fang Xiaoqian fell completely!

She has a carefree personality and looks a bit middle school, but in fact, her academic performance is also good.

The poem in front of me, no matter how beautiful it is, or the feeling of longing contained in the poem, completely shocked Fang Xiaoqian!

As for Wu Rui, watching her best friend suddenly quiet down, a happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The students from the poetry club gradually arrived.

The president, Yuan Hua, was the last one to come in!

What surprised the students was that they came here with Yuan Hua, and there was actually a Professor Fang who was very knowledgeable in literature in the school!

"Students! Today is the day for us to taste poetry together. For this reason, I specially invited Professor Fang to give us pointers! Everyone applauds and welcomes!"

"Clap clap clap!"

After a burst of applause, Professor Fang narrowed his eyes and smiled, then sat aside.

Yuan Hua began to encourage everyone to submit the poems they had written, and then Professor Fang would give comments and guidance.

"Student Liu, your poem is generally good, but it's a pity that you are too crafty, and you pursue the neatness of the battle too much..."

"Hehe, student Wang, the theme of this year is 'Mid-Autumn Festival', and your poem is obviously a bit off topic..."

Professor Fang gave advice to the students one by one. Some of the students who got the advice were quite complacent and complacent, while others were downcast and depressed.

In the back row of the classroom, Wu Rui and Fang Xiaoqian kept their heads down and whispered.

"Xiaorui! You said this poem was written by Brother Feng!?"

"Yes, isn't it great?"

Fang Xiaoqian was stunned for a long time, unable to find any suitable words to describe her, so she could only sigh.

"It's not just amazing, it's awesome!"

There was a black line on Wu Rui's face. I have to say, this evaluation is very Fang Xiaoqian.

"Then what are you going to do? Give this poem to Professor Fang?"

Wu Rui looked a bit embarrassed: "I'm just very hesitant. Brother said he didn't want to publish it. Maybe he doesn't like to be in the limelight. But this poem is so good, I think it would be a pity if it was buried..."

Just as the two of them were talking, a voice came over.

"The two students in the back, what about the poems you wrote?"

"Oops, it's Professor Fang!"

Wu Rui was taken aback, and immediately became nervous.

At that moment, Fang Xiaoqian stood up with a shout: "Professor Fang! Please read this poem!"

After speaking, she grabbed the diary and rushed over.

Wu Rui also hurriedly followed, pinching Fang Xiaoqian from below: "What are you doing! It's not decided yet!"

Fang Xiaoqian bared her teeth and made a reassuring gesture to Wu Rui.

Professor Fang took the diary, just casually glanced at the beginning, he was stunned!

"When will the moon be there, ask Qingtian about the wine..."

Professor Fang couldn't help following the poem and read it out!

He read the entire article in one go, and the shock in his heart was completely indescribable!

I saw Professor Fang adjusted his glasses and looked at Wu Rui and Fang Xiaoqian seriously.

"Which of you two wrote this poem?"

Wu Rui lowered her head nervously, while Fang Xiaoqian smiled smugly.

"Professor Fang! This poem was not written by the two of us, but someone else!"

At this time, Yuan Hua, who had been paying attention to the situation here, also walked over with a smile.

"What word is it?"

Professor Fang didn't speak, but handed the diary to Yuan Hua.

all of a sudden!Yuan Hua was also completely stunned!

He read "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" very quickly, and his hands were shaking a little!

Even if this poem is placed in the long river of history, it definitely does not belong to any poem describing the Mid-Autumn Festival!

It is no exaggeration to say that the person who can write this poem is definitely a hermit!

It is impossible for ordinary people to write that kind of bold and gentle tone!

"Fang Xiaoqian, who wrote this poem!?"

"Hey!" Fang Xiaoqian smiled and looked at Wu Rui.

Wu Rui also knew at this moment that it was impossible to hide it, so she could only lower her head and reply softly.

"Yes, it was written by my brother!"

"Your brother?" Professor Fang was taken aback for a moment.

Yuan Hua's mind went blank for an instant!Then, he spoke directly!

"Wu Rui, don't talk nonsense, how could your brother write such beautiful poems?"

As soon as he said this, Fang Xiaoqian and Wu Rui felt a little upset!

What is Wu Feng, how could he write it?

Are you looking down on others or what!

"President Yuan! What do you mean! Why can't my Brother Feng write it out!"

Fang Xiaoqian had a bad temper, so she pushed back immediately!

Yuan Hua was not angry at all, but smiled lightly.

"Wu Rui, if I remember correctly, your brother should be a delivery man, right?"

"A food delivery guy! How could he have such talent!"

At this time, Professor Fang looked over in disbelief.

"Xiaorui, tell me the truth, did your brother really write this poem?"

After a pause, Professor Fang added to increase the pressure:

"Do you know that the kind of bold and unrestrained mind contained in this poem, in the long river of history, I am afraid that only Layman Dongpo can compare with it! In modern times, if this kind of poem can be written The person in question is definitely a generation of great writers!"

"Ah?" Wu Rui was also a little stunned!

Although, she is also very confident in this word!

But they never expected that Professor Fang's evaluation of this poem would be so high!

Dazed for a moment, Wu Rui strengthened her mind, and said seriously: "It was indeed written by my brother! The original manuscript has been thrown away by him, and I copied it down."

"Pfft..." Yuan Hua almost spat out a mouthful of blood!

Professor Fang's eyes widened in astonishment too!

I just can't believe it!

Such an awesome poem!

It was thrown away! ?

What an international joke!

At this moment, Professor Fang's heart lake, which was relatively peaceful, seemed as if someone fired a machine gun directly at it, and it completely exploded!

"Student Wu Rui! You can't make a joke like this. Are you sure it was written by your brother?"

"That's right, my brother also said that it was written indiscriminately, and I didn't want to take it out."

"I……"

Professor Fang is about to collapse!

Yuan Hua stood aside, also confused for a while, completely dumbfounded!

(To be continued)

he came!