Traveling through the mall: the rough man is wild and flirtatious

Chapter 27 Is Really Shameless

As soon as these words came out, people around him immediately dissatisfied, "This old gentleman is the master of Qingyun Villa. He was the number one scholar when he was young, and he worked in the capital. He only came to Qingyun Villa to teach when he was old. You think that Mr. Gao Don’t have the ability to judge other people’s poems?”

"Go away quickly, a peasant woman who doesn't understand anything, with a child and a basket on her back, go home and teach your husband and children."

Everyone roared with laughter, but Su Qingyuan didn't change at all, looking at the waiter in the shop, "What's the benefit of being favored by your old man?"

Everyone laughed even more, this peasant woman really made people laugh, and really missed Mr. Gao.

Su Qingyuan felt that the laughter of these people was too unpleasant, she glanced sideways, with a questioning coldness, and the people she looked at each other subconsciously closed their mouths.

"This lady, our old man said that if he can compose a poem that catches his eyes, he can agree to a condition."

There was a lot of noise at the door, at this time the window on the second floor was pushed open, an old man with white hair looked down, and happened to meet Su Qingyuan who was looking up.

Could it be that this person is Mr. Gao?Indeed old enough.

"As long as you can make poems, as long as they meet a little, I will agree to your request." The old man said.

Su Qingyuan thought about it, this person thinks he is not good enough, he has said that people should not be judged by appearances, and sea water should not be measured.

"Use the moon to write poems, right? How many poems do you want?" Su Qingyuan bowed repeatedly in her heart, sorry everyone, please borrow it for emergency.

With a wave of her hand, Su Qingyuan dispersed the people, put down the baskets freely, pulled the children closer to her, and coughed.

"I didn't know the moon when I was young, and I called it a white jade plate. I also doubted the Yaotai mirror and flew into the blue clouds."

After a few breaths, a magnificent poem was composed, and the surroundings became silent, and the whole audience became silent, even the old Mr. Gao upstairs had turned his head back.

Then I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"You wrote this poem?" The old gentleman had already come to her.

Su Qingyuan nodded shamelessly, "I wrote this for fun when I was young, if the husband thinks it's not good, I still have it."

At this time, Mr. Gao looked at Su Qingyuan with unfamiliar eyes, and now he seemed to have a lot of appreciation.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown."

Li Bai's poems are simply must-haves for travelers since ancient times.

As soon as this poem came out, even Mr. Gao who was opposite was shocked. He took a few breaths and quickly stretched out his hand, "This lady, did you go to a private school since childhood?"

Su Qingyuan shook her head, "No, it's just that she has better talent, and she can say a few words about everything she sees."

Well, it's really shameless.

The old gentleman was choked by her words, and couldn't find anything to say for a while.

"Old man, how about my two poems? Can they meet your requirements? If so, can we talk about the conditions?"

Mr. Gao almost staggered because of her words, so he turned around and walked upstairs. The people around him were busy helping Su Qingyuan carry the basket.

But as soon as Su Qingyuan squatted down, she picked up the basket by herself, "There are a lot of things in it, I will do it myself."

Others may think that she is afraid of tiring others, but Su Qingyuan is afraid that others will see that she has a lot of things, and they will take advantage of the things in her back basket.

The family of four headed towards the second floor. The decoration on the second floor is very comfortable. It looks like the decoration of a rich family. It is very quiet. With incense burning, the room is filled with wisps of fragrance.

An entire bookshelf is full of books, which looks particularly spectacular.

Su Qingyuan took a look at the rough cloth shoes on her feet, they were a bit muddy, the upstairs is covered with carpets, don't let others trample on them.

She thought that it would be good to exchange the two poems for some money, so that Mr. Gao quickly took the money so she could leave.

What a woman who fell into the eyes of money and didn't want to come out.

Mr. Gao sat on the couch beside the bed and waved to Su Qingyuan, "Come in."

Not caring about the sour look on Su Qingyuan's body at all, Su Qingyuan put aside that concern.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Su Qingyuan, and these are my three children." After Su Qingyuan finished speaking, she did not forget to introduce the three children around her.

Mr. Gao is nearly seventy years old, with gray hair. He nodded vigorously at Su Qingyuan, "You are the only person I have met with great talent in all these years."

Su Qingyuan loves to hear these words.

"Do you want to come to Qingyun Villa to go to school?" Mr. Gao asked, Su Qingyuan was so frightened that she almost spit out.

"School? Me?"

Mr. Gao nodded.

Su Qingyuan pulled Yan Qiyu next to her, "I'll forget it. I'm old and my family's conditions are difficult. Why don't my son learn it? He's very smart, he learns things quickly, and can do everything."

Yan Qiyu looked at her slightly sideways, did she really think so?
Then who has been saying that the food he cooks is not delicious?He also teamed up with Yan Xinxin to say that the food he cooked was not delicious, it was too difficult for him.

Mr. Gao took a look at Yan Qiyu, and found that his age was quite suitable, "It looks okay, do you want to learn?"

Yan Qiyu hadn't spoken yet, Su Qingyuan asked solemnly, "Let me interject a word, I can make a condition, is it to go to Qingyun Villa to go to school?"

Mr. Gao stroked his beard and nodded, and the person next to him said in surprise, "Going to Qingyun Villa is such a great thing, you still doubt it, you little peasant woman is really funny."

"Do you know that those students outside the door are eager to learn from Mr. Gao, that is such a dream thing, you are better off, you don't want this, it is the benevolence of women, and the short-sightedness."

This person speaks reasonable words, but he can't hold back his disapproval.

Su Qingyuan still doesn't like the saying that if you think it's good, I'll think it's good.

"I don't agree with this statement. I don't deny Mr. Gao's virtue and prestige, and I don't refute his talent, but do you have to ask me about this matter of going to school? You said that outside students want to join Mr. Gao's school, that's them, right? Me. And whether my son is willing or not is another matter, right Qi Yu."

Yan Qiyu nodded, subconsciously feeling that what she said was quite right.

"Little girl can talk quite well." Mr. Gao said this with a smile.

As soon as he laughed, Su Qingyuan felt that he was very kind and kind. Su Qingyuan still asked, "The only condition is to go to Qingyun Villa to study?"

The old man nodded.

Su Qingyuan felt that it would be better to give her a hundred and eighty taels, after all, she didn't know what kind of place this Qingyun Villa was, and money was king in her hands.

She turned around and looked at Yan Qiyu, "Qiyu, do you want to go? As long as you want, we will go."

Yan Qiyu bit his lip, which seemed to be his habitual action, he would bite his lip when he was nervous or thinking.

"I'll just ask you, put everything aside, do you want to go to school?"

Yan Qiyu nodded.

Su Qingyuan clapped her hands and turned to look at Mr. Gao, "Okay, then I will let my son go to school and worship under your school."

Mr. Gao twitched the corners of his mouth, it felt as if he had taken advantage of it.

The people next to him were about to say something, but as soon as Mr. Gao raised his hand, the people next to him didn't dare to speak.

(End of this chapter)