F{h*F5., V hapter 50: Writing Poetry for You

    Cheng left the private room, and Xu Yun immediately came over.

    “I told you, isn’t it pretty?” Xu Yun said.

    “It’s still not quite as good as when you were young,” Cheng didn’t miss any opportunity to flatter his wife.

    “Cut it out, when it’s too fake it becomes meaningless,” Xu Yun said displeased.

    The couple guessed that Cheng Zhu’s knowing these friends might be related to Jiang Wanzhou.

    Cheng Zhu was a bit wild, and somewhat unruly, which his parents were aware of.

    ...

    But because of his personality, his parents were somewhat more at ease.

    In the eyes of middle-aged people, if the economic gap is too big, it’s often hard for friends to play together.

    For many parents, being from an ordinary family and suddenly having their child making friends with a bunch of rich second generation, showing up in three luxury cars just for a meal can be quite worrying.

    At the same time, the parents might also feel a lack of confidence.

    They would compare themselves with the parents of these people, some might even feel guilty towards their child.

    However, it must be said, Cheng Zhu had always carried a bully-face since childhood, looked a bit rogue, but indeed never did anything that made his parents worry significantly.

    Cheng and Xu Yun were quite confident in him.

    So, one went back to the kitchen to cook while the other continued managing the accounts at the cashier.

    But initially, they suspected Cheng Zhu was in a relationship, now they bizarrely didn’t think in that direction anymore.@@@@

    In the private room, Little Youzi was originally doing her summer homework.

    With all the hustle now, she naturally couldn’t concentrate.

    Instead, Lin Lu and Qingning sandwiched her between them, very curious about what kind of summer homework a kindergarten kid could have.

    “Did we have homework in kindergarten?” Lin Lu asked.

    “I don’t quite remember,” Qingning replied.

    Cheng Zhu, watching them, said, “Her summer homework doesn’t really matter, it can be done or not, the kindergarten isn’t strict about it.”

    “It’s just that she herself really loves studying,” Cheng Zhu said, amused but helpless.

    In fact, indeed some children love studying when they’re younger, and then a few years later, that enthusiasm suddenly disappears.

    Little Youzi, hearing her brother prasing her love for studying, silently sat up straight, lifting her little face proudly as if she was being commended.

    Wanzhou, nibbling on smashed cucumbers, asked, “Little Youzi, tell Brother Jiang, what homework you need to complete today. I’ll tutor you, definitely better than your brother.”

    “No way!” Cheng Youu immediately retorted.

    Wanzhou, unfazed, smiled and said, “Why not, I’m really good at teaching kids.”

    Cheng Zhu heard this and didn’t interject.

    Because he knew Wanzhou was indeed skilled in this area, as Little President Jiang was a caring person, a regular at the orphanage, and got along well with many of the orphanage’s kids.

    Maybe two guys walking on the street suddenly:

    “If you can touch that leaf, then you’re amazing.”

    Who can resist not jumping at that leaf on the tree?

    While jumping also putting on airs with a line, “Are you kidding?”

    Like hell I can’t touch it!

    Phrases like “you’re amazing,” “then you’re badass,” “I admire you”... These are truly the highest honors in the world of men.

    Listening to Wanzhou’s words, Cheng Zhu thought, “Oh boy, I’ve got to get serious now!”

    Suddenly, everyone’s gaze converged on him.

    Cheng Zhu said to Little Youzi, “Come on, give me your notebook and pencil.”

    He quickly began writing in the notebook, his strokes bold and confident.

    Cheng Zhu’s idea was simple, children memorize slowly because their world is different from ours.

    Their comprehension abilities and those of adults are also different.

    What kind of poem can a child memorize quickly?

    Naturally— a poem written by a child!

    He quickly wrote down a poem composed by a third grader:

    “[The black cloud and the white cloud got married,

    We cheered,

    Picking up the wedding candies they scattered.

    — ‘Rain’.]”

    This poem seemed to be written by a third grader.

    After finishing one, he still felt unsatisfied, glanced at the street lamp outside the window, and couldn’t resist writing down that widely-known poem written by a 7-year-old.

    Before he started, he glanced at Wanzhou and thought, “Now I’ll let you see who really has an awe-inspiring aura, who’s half naive and half divine!”

    The perky voice actress, curious like a cat, walked up behind Cheng Zhu to see what he was writing.

    Cheng Zhu, holding the pencil, swiftly wrote down:

    “[‘Lamp’:

    Lamp, burns a hole

    In the night.]”

    “Done!” Cheng Zhu put down the pencil, turning his head cheekily to Lin Lu and said, “You couldn’t have memorized even this kind of poem when you were little, right?”

    Lin Lu, watching behind him, couldn’t help but hit him lightly, frustratedly saying, “Ah! Cheng Zhu, you’re so shameless!”

    The others, watching their interaction, were immediately drawn in.