Son, how did you become the richest man in elementary school?

"It's not like I haven't read the modern literature of farts. Two words and one short sentence are all shit and fart. How can it be regarded as poetry?"

"How do you talk, kid?" Before Mother Jia could speak, Ji Tiantian frowned and began to teach her a lesson, and finally subconsciously said to Mother Jia:

"The child is ignorant and talks nonsense, but speaking of it, what good poems does Qianqian have, why not let us appreciate them now?"

"Let us also accept the edification of literature?"

This is beautifully said, at least others don't feel that there is any problem.

It was Gu Xiu who noticed.

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of her teacher Ji, obviously, she hadn't read Jia Qianqian's poems.

But other people don't know, what's inside, they all nodded when they heard this:

"That's right, let's appreciate it!"

"This is a young talented girl. Do you have any calligraphy recently? Let us also accept the influence of literature."

"Hey, it's amazing that such a young child can compose poems. Tell me about it, and I'll let my child recite the whole poem when I get back!"

"..."

Everyone cheered up.

But Mother Jia's face was a little embarrassed, and she waved her hand quickly:

"No, no, no, Qianqian is still young, and her poems are still a bit difficult to be elegant after all."

Everyone quit:

"This isn't an elegant hall, is it?"

"Yes, we are not cultural people, let us listen and learn culture."

"This..." Mother Jia's face became unnatural, and she kept shaking her head:

"No, if everyone wants to read Qianqian's poems, wait until her poems are published and then show them to everyone."

Do you have to be so troublesome?

Everyone didn't know why, but judging by Mother Jia's attitude, no one would force it, it was just a quirk of cultural people.

It was Ji Tiantian, a bit of contempt flashed in her eyes.

But she is a sensible girl, and she is not willing to tear down other people's platforms, so she didn't say anything more at the moment.

But she doesn't speak.

An unexpected person spoke.

"Speaking of which, I seem to have heard of the name Jia Qianqian in the Children's Palace." Gu Xiu, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly said:

"It seems that one of her poems has been selected for the Children's Palace."

"Hey, kid, you know all of this?" Mother Jia laughed, "One of Qianqian's works has indeed been selected into the publication of the Children's Palace, but at present..."

"Ah, I remembered, it seems to be a poem called "Snow Sky"!" Before Jia's mother finished speaking, Gu Xiu suddenly spoke up.

As soon as these words came out, Jiamu's expression froze.

But other people came to the spirit:

"Kid, have you seen it?"

"Snowy sky? This is a landscape poem, kiddo, do you still remember the content?"

"Yes, yes, read it out and we will appreciate it."

Jia Mu's proud look had already made many people curious, but the other party kept it hidden and kept silent.

Now that Gu Xiu seemed to know, everyone couldn't help asking.

"Little friend, Qianqian's poem..."

Mother Jia panicked, and wanted to say something, but she was only halfway through when Gu Xiu nodded:

"Of course I remember!"

"Speaking of which, because of this poem, I was beaten by my teacher at the time. They said I didn't understand art and literature."

"So, I wrote it down on purpose, hoping to learn from it, but I still don't know where the knowledge is."

"Now that everyone is here, I'll read aloud to everyone. It happens that the author is also there. Maybe I can comprehend this poem."

Gu Xiu looked very happy.

Especially when it was serious, when he said this, it aroused everyone's curiosity.

Can't help but look at Jia Qianqian.

Could it be that the poems written by this child are not understood by his peers?

This is interesting.

But Jia Mu's eyelids twitched wildly, and she wanted to stop it several times, but was interrupted by others' words, when she wanted to stop it again.

But he saw that Gu Xiu was already sitting upright, shaking his head:

"Let's go pee together."

what?

As soon as these words came out, everyone was a little confused?

What?

The kid said he wanted to pee?

with who?

But Gu Xiu has already continued:

"You, peed a line."

"I, peed in a hole."

Everyone:? ? ?

"It's over." Gu Xiu blinked.

What? ? ?

Everyone was stunned, and they still didn't react.

Gu Xiu said innocently:

"This is poetry."

"The poems of the great poet."

"Uncles and aunts, I still don't know what this poem means. You are so old, you must know more than me."

"Tell me, isn't this poem very good?"

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Chapter 350

"Is this... a poem?"

"I... I don't read much, maybe I don't understand much."

"Snow? So you're talking about peeing in the snow?"

"So, this poem... seems to be really not something ordinary people can understand."

"..."

Everyone looked at each other.

I muttered crazily in my heart.

But in front of them and their parents, everyone's expressions were a bit tangled, but they couldn't say anything, they could only complain crazily in their hearts.

But seeing everyone's silent but constipated expressions, Gu Xiu blinked his eyes flickeringly:

"So, uncles and aunts, what do you think of this poem?"

This……

how about it?

"Good... good poem..." Someone replied in embarrassment, and the others nodded one after another:

"Well, yes, it should be a good poem."

"A good poem indeed."

"After all, it must be good to be selected into the Children's Palace."

"..."

Everyone said.

But he said yes, but the expression on his face was somewhat constipated.

But Gu Xiu blinked his big eyes and asked again:

"Okay?"

"Since all the uncles and aunts think it's good, then you must have understood this poem, why don't you analyze it for me."

"What's so good about this poem?"

what?

Everyone was stunned.

They looked at each other, speechless for a while.

Where is the good thing?

How could it be better to write about a child peeing?

How do you want me to boast?

Aren't you embarrassing others?

"Uncles and aunts, why don't you talk anymore?" Gu Xiu looked like he broke the casserole and asked the bottom line:

"If you all agree, then you must have understood this poem. What's so good about your analysis, I have a direction to learn."

"You just say it's good, but you don't say what's good about it. Aren't you kidding me?"

This……

"This poem...maybe when it was written, the author's psychology was different from that of many people. Well, that's probably what it meant."

"That's right, it must be good that this poem can be praised by many famous masters, and even entered the Children's Palace!"

"After all, she is Master Jia's daughter. Her writing must be very good. You are still young, so it's normal for you not to understand."

"At this time, we should reflect on ourselves, why don't we study hard and know a little more knowledge, maybe the more knowledge we have, the easier it is to understand."

"This poem... probably has some hints or metaphors. Well, I don't understand it for the time being, but everyone praises it. Maybe it's because I don't understand it."

"..."

Everyone you say and I say, what they say is a bit confusing.

Obviously.

Everyone doesn't understand either.

But at this time, it is impossible to arrest this little girl and beat her up, scolding her why she feeds herself shit?

Everyone needs face.

However, everyone said it was good, but the expressions on their faces were wonderful. After all, whether it is good or not, everyone actually has a little bit of AC number in their hearts.

It is clear.

Not everyone at the scene had a clue, at least Jia Qianqian herself didn't see it.

Seeing that everyone was praising herself, Jia Qianqian was immediately happy, with a proud face, she looked at Ji Qingyao provocatively: