aid with some displeasure: “Xiao Bo, come here. You just came here to play, why do you want to buy something?”
Wang Bo did not dare to say anything “drizzle” to his mother-in-law, but just responded with a smile and said: “Aunt Cheng, they were all gifts from the guests yesterday, and they didn’t cost me a day. Share the money. I don’t know what you like, so I picked a few things at random.”
Cheng Wenjin felt a little relieved after hearing what he said, but she still asked him not to take anything in the future, otherwise he would stop coming. Wang Bo nodded hurriedly, saying that he would not be an exception, and would only open his mouth every time in the future.
Just as he was talking, Liang Jingquan also walked out of the living room. When Wang Bo saw him, he quickly smiled and nodded to Liang Jingquan: “Uncle Liang.”
“Are you here? Come sit in the living room. Xiaoya, make a cup of tea for your classmate. You Want some tea?” Liang Jingquan said to Wang Bo with a faint smile on his face.
“Drink, Uncle Liang.” Compared with tasteless tea, he would rather drink flavored water. At this time, he had never been treated like this by Liang Jingquan, and he only felt “flattered” and he couldn’t agree with his words.
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Wang Bo sat in the living room and chatted with Liang Jingquan. The content of the chat basically focused on literature at the beginning. Liang Jingquan asked Wang Bo what novels he had read. Wang Bo thought that Liang Jingquan wanted to test himself, so he mentioned a few novels that were still impressive to him, such as the novels he once recommended to Chen Wenjin. Fitzgerald’s “The Great Gatsby” and Jack London’s “Martin Eden.” Liang Jingquan did have a test, and he wanted to test Wang Bo. He, a student in the Chinese Department of Sichuan University, had read most of the books written by Wang Bo, so he asked Wang Bo a few questions about the significance of these novels and their creative techniques. question. Because Wang Bo had already guarded against the other party, he could barely speak in a meaningful way. Liang Jingquan said nothing on the surface, but he was a bit shocked. He felt that the other party could write a literary masterpiece like “Country Teacher” and was praised by the former Minister of Culture, the Chairman of the Chinese Writers Association, a professor of the Chinese Department of Peking University, and a doctoral supervisor. As expected, he was really good at what he did. Not shallow.
After chatting about literature for a while, Liang Jingquan was a little worried that if Wang Bo asked him later what published masterpieces he had, he would like to read them. He had only published tofu cube articles in the sc
