Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 449 My boyfriend is showing off again

A famous family in Wangjiang.

"Brother, let me tell you, society is a huge dye vat. Our country is still a country that relies most on human relations and sophistication. Your expectations of the world are too idealistic..." After three drinks, under the influence of alcohol and Wang Zihao, Xu Beau started calling her daughter's boyfriend a brother-in-law again.

Mo Baoer's mouth twitched when he heard it. The bet he made with his daughter's boyfriend the night before seemed like a joke now.

She can control her daughter's boyfriend, but not Xu Bo.

Otherwise, Xu Bo would not have just wanted to work hard, fish, play golf, etc. early on, and he would have almost no interest in women.

"Brother, I know that studying is only for ordinary people to increase their knowledge and academic qualifications, not for them to transcend classes. Luxurious cars and villas are not something that can be obtained by studying." Wang Zihao has the potential of Lao Wang. After drinking, he becomes bold and bold. , and talked more than usual.

Xu Meili smiled. She had met her best friend's parents many times, but she was definitely not as easy to talk to as her dad, or even as discerning as her mother.

Neither Liu Hedong nor his wife is involved in the official career. The atmosphere of businessmen is too strong and they influence each other.

Xu Bo didn't pay much attention to money or even many interests. Mo Baoer, who had been following him all his life, couldn't do anything bad even if he wanted to.

As long as her boyfriend comes to the house a few more times, Mo Baoer will naturally accept him.

Mo Baoer's heart skipped a beat when she heard Wang Zihao call her brother again. She was most worried about her husband and her daughter's boyfriend getting in trouble.

In this bow, most of her life's hard work must be handed over to the other party, and her grandson surnamed Wang must also be handed over.

This is not what she wants to see. She wants her grandson to be named Xu, so she is willing to give most of her life's efforts to her daughter.

But this young man sees the world very clearly and is a sensible person.

It’s not that reading can’t change your destiny, it’s just very limited.

"Extraordinary knowledge. You can see so clearly at such a young age. It's not bad." Xu Bo praised his little brother.

Wang Zihao felt a little guilty, this was what Liu Piaopiao told him.

Liu Piaopiao is not his girlfriend, so she is not afraid of hurting him, or even hurting his self-esteem.

Xu Meili and Liu Qianqian were very considerate and rarely told him things he shouldn't know.

For example, they will not tell him that some women around them will be "good" enough to be married for a long time. After they lose their passion, they will encourage their husbands to go to clubs to find freshness and keep the quality of the marriage.

"Sister, let me offer you a toast." Wang Zihao raised his glass and said to Mo Baoer, "Sissi has inherited your good genes. I can meet her, and you are the first person I want to thank."

Mo Baoer had a smile on his face, but in his heart he had long wanted to throw this shameless little man into the Xiangjiang River.

"That's your fate. I should also thank you. After Sissi fell in love, her relationship with me became better and better, and she was much more filial than before." Mo Baoer said.

Xu Meili rolled her eyes, you must be saying the opposite.

You were very happy to know that I was in love, but as soon as you found out that I wanted to marry this boyfriend, you immediately turned against me.

Mo Baoer is similar to her best friend's parents. They just want their daughter to fall in love, not get married, so she has to get through them first.

The restaurant is by the window, with a 180-degree view of the river. After finishing the wine, thousands of lights are already brightly lit outside.

On the opposite bank are Lushan Mountain and several universities in Hexi. There are no high-rise buildings, and the light show is mainly concentrated on the east side of Hexi.

There are also light shows in the lower reaches of Hexi, but they are a bit far away and not as dense as those in Hedong.

Xu Bo suddenly said to Mo Baoer: "Baby, go to the study and get the poem I wrote."

It was a work that he had been holding back for several months. It was his proud work and his pinnacle work.

"Brother, it turns out we are of the same mind." Before seeing Xu Bo's works, Wang Zihao was flattering.

However, this flattery seemed wrong. Xu Bo's eyes were a bit contemptuous: "We are definitely not the same people. You can't compare to me."

The girls who have talked to me about the depth of life are all over thirty.

Even if you are not thirty, you have no chance.

"Although you are my brother, you can't be too arrogant. I am much more professional than you in this regard." Wang Zihao became competitive.

Mo Baoer, who was getting up to go to the study, was speechless and confused.

There are countless comrades in my family, Lao Xu, but you are definitely not included.

Xu Meili sneered at Mo Baoer again and again, "It depends on the husband you are looking for."

My man is definitely not like your husband. I won’t let him have anyone of the same mind, and neither will my best friend.

As for other women, I can't help it, but there are definitely only a handful of people who share the same ideals as my man.

"We still have a generation gap. A hero doesn't talk about his bravery and drinking." Xu Bo has no nostalgia for the past. Beautiful women are just like a passing cloud.

Wang Zihao did not dwell on this and continued drinking with Xu Bo. After putting down his glass, he asked: "Brother, I have a question that I would like you to clarify."

"Say." Xu Bo's face was red and he was drunk.

In front of outsiders, he is very sober even when drunk, and knows what to say and what not to say.

But with my daughter's boyfriend, he is not a member of the system, so I can talk freely, and he is very happy.

Wang Zihao asked: "A reader asked me in the book review section that his birthday falls on National Humiliation Day. Can he buy a cake to celebrate it? I don't know how to answer. I want to ask my brother for help."

Xu Bo chuckled: "If he doesn't even have the right to celebrate his birthday, then what's the point of our ancestors' victory in the War of Resistance?"

Wang Zihao suddenly realized.

This is a thorough statement, but ginger is still spicy when he is old.

"Brother, I admire you!" Wang Zihao flattered Xu Bo, "I've been taught a lesson. I'll go up and give the readers an answer. My popularity will definitely increase."

With that said, Wang Zihao picked up his mobile phone, logged into the Feiyue Chinese website APP, and opened the book review area for "Shading the Sky".

"Are you still writing this book?" Xu Bo poked his head over.

As a public figure, Wang Zihao does not have much privacy.

Xu Bo knew about his serialized works on the Internet, but he couldn't stand them at all.

Mo Baoer also wanted to read it, but after reading a few chapters, she almost yelled, "What the hell is this?"

No wonder I can write tens of thousands of words a day.

After a while, Mo Baoer brought Xu Bo's masterpiece.

"Look, how is the writing?" Xu Bo took it, admired it again, and handed it to Wang Zihao, feeling quite proud, "What I wrote is about my feelings and insights about living here. Sister Mo thinks it's very good." Meet the occasion.”

Wang Zihao took Xu Bo's calligraphy and painting, which was three feet large. The rice paper itself had background pictures, which were similar to some homework books and were not original.

"Wangjiang Tower

Last night, the moon was hidden and the wind suddenly rose, and the river was lonely and empty.

Lying in bed and saying goodbye to the rain, listening to the chirping of insects, it should be the sound of green dawn. "

After reading this poem, Wang Zihao frowned.

Xu Bo asked: "What's your expression?" Mo Bao'er was also curious. The poems written by her husband were very good.

Xu Meili leaned over, but had no comment after reading it.

She doesn't know how to appreciate, and she doesn't know how to complain.

Wang Zihao said: "The space hole is too idealistic."

Xu Bo has a black line on his head. I said before that you were too idealistic, but you returned it to me so quickly.

Wang Zihao commented: "Where are the fishermen in the Xiangjiang River downstairs from your house? It was almost the same a few decades ago. It's not realistic!"

Xu Bo said: "The song "Qin Yuan Chun" you wrote did not involve hundreds of rivals."

"The 'hundred' is an imaginary number, meaning a ship. If you are not good at Chinese, you should write less poetry in the future. It will be embarrassing." Wang Zihao criticized unceremoniously.

Xu Bo blushed and had a rough neck, why am I so bad?

Wang Zihao continued: "In the last two sentences, how can you still hear the chirping of insects when you live at such a high place? The whistle is almost the same. Apart from mosquitoes, there are very few summer insects here. Do you think this is in the countryside? The last sentence is even more... I don’t know what it means, only you can understand it. In order to show that you are educated, you are flashy, but in fact it is confusing to others."

Xu Bo was hit hard. The person in front of him was a writer from the National Writers Association, and he did not get into it by writing online articles. He was extremely valuable. In the words of his daughter, no one in modern times was more qualified to join the National Writers Association than him.

Seeing that her husband was suppressed and wanted to drink a few more bottles of wine, Mo Baoer quickly came out to support her husband: "I don't know much about art, but I saw someone said that there is a large group of people who feel worthless when they see something they don't understand. , It’s a lie. For example, any abstract painting is more beautiful than a five-year-old child peeing on. All abstract paintings sold at high prices are money laundering. All calligraphy that is incomprehensible is ugly. Traditional Chinese medicine, ancient martial arts, and the Yi Jing are all It’s the dregs that fool people.”

Wang Zihao frowned: "The 'someone' you are talking about must be from Qinghua Academy of Fine Arts."

Mo Baoer was shocked, you can see it.

Wang Zihao was very angry: "I didn't expect their influence to be so great. They could distort the cognition of people like you, Sister Mo, or they could be said to have succeeded in brainwashing."

In the business world and in his own field, Mo Baoer could argue with anyone for three days and three nights.

But in the field of art, she didn't have the confidence to answer questions randomly.

She was about to say something when Wang Zihao sneered: "Those people must have said that abstraction is not graffiti. Abstract painting requires higher generalization ability and higher aesthetic cognition to understand it, right?"

Mo Baoer had some impression that he had said so.

Wang Zihao sneered: "They must also say that it doesn't matter if you can't understand the master's paintings, because you may not understand painting at that level. Most people in the world don't understand, but there are still a few people who understand. No People who understand need to learn more.”

That was indeed what he said, Mo Baoer nodded silently.

Wang Zihao said: "I have no prejudice against them and their works. Just like some people like bloody and violent boxing matches that cannot be watched on TV. I don't like to watch it, but I will not discriminate against people who like to watch it. But if they put I don't agree with the squinty-eyed aesthetic that you think you bring to the international stage. If you shut yourself up at home, you can watch whatever movies you want, and draw whatever pictures you want. That's your freedom, but if you make it public and let me see it, I Just spray you without explanation."

"Calm down and drink." Xu Meili reminded Wang Zihao that he was going too far.

He also hurt his kindness. Looking at Mo Baoer's face, he looked very bad. He was probably scolding him in his heart for disrespecting the elderly and caring for the young.

Even if I'm wrong, you can't criticize me like this.

When Wang Zihao's momentum subsided, Mo Baoer suddenly dared to speak again: "How about you show off your art?"

"What art?" Wang Zihao asked after eating some peanuts.

Mo Baoer said: "Since you think Lao Xu's writing is not good, come up with a song that suits the occasion and is artistic, so that he can be convinced."

Xu Bo had this intention, but he couldn't say it.

Xu Meili also wants to see real art, but she won't ask her boyfriend to do so.

That thing depends on the situation. In layman's terms, it depends on inspiration and talent.

Without talent or inspiration, 99% of people will never be able to write a decent piece of music for the rest of their lives.

Seeing that Wang Zihao was silent and seemed to be under pressure, Mo Baoer continued to give strong medicine: "Old Xu wrote this poem after waking up one morning. You can also write a poem, but don't overpower Lao Xu. written."

Xu Meili stared at Mo Baoer dissatisfied, "You just want to see my man embarrassed."

It's not enough to watch the surveillance and you have to watch the live broadcast. I'm really ashamed of you.

"Brother, do I really write it?" Wang Zihao said to Xu Bo.

Xu Bo was still a little dissatisfied in his heart: "Write it, I also want to see where the gap between you and me is."

Xu Meili said to Xu Bo: "Dad, you treat the calligraphy and painting in my room as well as the calligraphy and painting sent by Zihao in your room as if they don't exist, why do you still need to read them?"

Xu Bo said depressedly: "I have never seen your boyfriend perform live. I want to see it with my own eyes. Why are you anxious?"

Wang Zihao said to Xu Meili: "Go to the study and get a brush. I will convince your parents tonight. Don't pretend in front of me that you know more about art than me."

Xu Meili stood up quickly, her boyfriend was showing off again.

He had pretended to be in the room before.

I helped her dress up and put her in triangle clothing.

"Brother, please be polite, I'm your elder brother." Xu Bo couldn't hold his tongue straight as he drank more and more.

"The university that Sister Mo admires also said that science has no borders, although they concealed the following sentence, 'Scientists have borders.'" Wang Zihao said, "Art does not distinguish between seniority, and criticism must be criticized."

Don't insult people, Mo Baoer quickly clarified: "I never said which university I admire."

After a while, Xu Meili excitedly brought paper and pen and ink.

Several people left the dining table and went to the tea table next to them.

The rice paper was blank with no background pattern. Holding the pen with his fingers, Wang Zihao said to Xu Bo: "Brother, take a good look and see what art is."

Mo Baoer crossed his arms and said, "I know some contemporary literati. Don't write in a way that I can't understand. Even they can't understand."

Wang Zihao said confidently: "If you can't understand, you are worse than illiterate."

Mo Baoer wanted to give this little man a slap in the face. He had the same virtue as Lao Xu. He got carried away when he drank and couldn't remember any dignity or inferiority.

"Let's start." Xu Bo said.

Wang Zihao stopped talking nonsense, held the pen, dipped ink in the ink bottle, and smoothed the tip of the brush.

The next moment, two words appeared on the rice paper.

"Chunxiao."

These two words should be the title of the poem.

But Xu Bo was confused. He couldn't understand what these two words meant.

Mo Baoer was also a little confused, what is "Spring Dawn"?

Even Xu Meili was in a daze. "Spring Dawn" is not common, and solar terms such as the Beginning of Spring, Rain, Waking of Insects, Vernal Equinox, and Qingming are all more common than it.

This family of three did not think for a moment that "Chunxiao" meant spring morning.

(End of this chapter)