Domineering president: wife, please remarry me!

Zhang Wenqing poured a cup of tea for Zijun himself. Then he kindly asked, "little girl, do you like Biluochun?"

Zijun nodded, "I like it."

He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The fragrance of Biluochun immediately came to his nostrils. Even if he didn't understand the natural fragrance of tea, Zijun knew it was good tea.

"Just read the words so seriously, can you write?" Zhang Wenqing didn't ignore the solemn appearance of her reading before.

Zijun's face was slightly red: "yes, he studied painting when he was a child. At that time, he was afraid that he could not go to college. He was ready to go to art students. He also learned calligraphy for a few days, but they were all superficial. Later, he knew that art students could not go to the college entrance examination. He still fought hard with his teeth."

"Ha ha!" Zhang Wenqing burst out laughing at her words. He just thought she was very honest and lovely.

"Very honest little girl, it's his blessing for Zhenyu to marry you." Zhang Wenqing praised sincerely.

Zijun's face immediately turned red and couldn't help saying, "Professor Zhang flattered me. In fact, I'm just an ordinary woman. It's Zhenyu. If I can marry him, it's actually a high climb."

Zijun is also telling the truth. What family background does the Tong family have? Tong Zhenyu's status is so noble. As an ordinary citizen, she married into a rich family. This is Cinderella.

What's not pleasant to say is that the local chicken flies on the branches and becomes a Phoenix.

"It's not a high climb," Zhang Wenqing advised her in turn. "Now we don't pay attention to the concept of family status."

"By the way, when did Zhenyu say he would come?"

"I don't know," Zijun said truthfully. Tong Zhenyu didn't say the exact time.

"I won't wait for him for lunch," Zhang Wenqing waved. "Smelly boy, what's more important than coming to my adoptive father for dinner."

“..。”

Zijun didn't know what Tong Zhenyu left because of, so he didn't dare to answer rashly.

The housekeeper quickly brought out the lunch. Maybe he knew they were coming before, so the lunch was well prepared. It was a big table full of four people.

"There are too many dishes. Keep some. Let the smelly boy Zhenyu eat leftovers at night and tell him not to come at noon. He dares to stand me up." Zhang Wenqing solemnly ordered the housekeeper.

"Yes!" housekeeper Ye replied solemnly, amusing Zijun and Zhao Yunlong.

After dinner, Zhang Wenqing set aside his pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Zijun, don't you also know how to write? Come on, write a few words and show me."

"I... I can't write very well." Zijun's face flushed slightly.

"It's all right, just write it casually. If you don't ask you to write it well," Zhang Wenqing handed her a pen and a piece of white paper.

Zijun took the pen, pondered a little, stained with ink and began to write:

How about Dai Zongfu? Qilu is green. Nature is beautiful, yin and Yang cut the dawn. Swing your chest and give birth to Zeng Yun. Break your canthus and return to the bird. It will be the top of the mountain.

"Hahaha, good, good writing!" Zhang Wenqing looked at Zijun's authentic Xiaokai and praised him: "he said he didn't know how to write. This is -- how about being too good at writing?"

Zijun's face was even more red. He quickly whispered, "my adoptive father flattered me. I really didn't write very well. After all, I'm not professional."

"Well, you're not professional, but you write better than many professional ones." Zhang Wenqing handed this paper to Zhao Yunlong nearby: "put it away for me. I'm going to take it to Beijing."

"Adoptive father," the son Jun was shocked and quickly shouted, "this one is really not written well. Why don't... I write another one for you?"

"That is to say, you just wrote this one to perfunctory my old man?" Zhang Wenqing asked jokingly with a smile.

Zijun was embarrassed and said, "it's not perfunctory, but I haven't written for a long time. When I just took the pen, my hand was a little stiff. The first two words are not very good. Let me rewrite one."

"That's right. It's just that the couplet of my courtyard is about to be changed. Please help me write a pair of couplets of the courtyard." Zhang Wenqing waved his big hand and just handed it over with his own brush.

"Ah, this..." Zijun is embarrassed. How dare she dazzle her calligraphy like this?

Although it is said that her father is a teacher, and her father's calligraphy is good, she has been influenced since childhood, and naturally she can write well.

In fact, her father wants her to study literature and take the liberal arts test. In the future, she can focus on calligraphy and Sinology.

In fact, when she was in primary school and junior middle school, she liked calligraphy and traditional Chinese culture very much, but after high school, she chose science because of Lin Chengfei's influence, and later studied architectural design.

"Professor Zhang, housekeeper ye said there was no red paper to write couplets at home," Zhao Yunlong reported from the room.

"Oh, well," Zhang Wenqing shook his head reluctantly, smiled and said to Zijun, "then only when I come back from Beijing at the end of the year, can you help me write couplets."

"That's OK. I'll practice my words well in advance." Zijun also breathed a sigh of relief.

Today, she was asked to write couplets. With such a big brush, she was really not sure to write them well.

"Zijun, can you fish?" Zhang Wenqing packed up his pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Seeing that Zijun was idle, he asked again.

"No." Zijun answered truthfully.

She is a child of a small citizen's family. Although her parents are teachers, since ancient times, scholarly families have said that she is an official family, so she is nothing.

And fishing, a leisure and money burning project, can't afford to play. Naturally, she has never played.

"Can you play chess?" Zhang Wenqing asked again.

"Know a little go." Zijun dare not say he can play chess, because she has learned chess. It's best not to fight easily without knowing each other.

"Let's play go," Zhang Wenqing said happily, then looked at the sun and said, "the sun is big now, and fishing is really too hot.

Since Professor Zhang said so, and she also said she would play a little go, it would be unreasonable if she couldn't get rid of it at this time.

Soon, housekeeper Ye helped them take out go and set out the litchi tree in the yard.

In May, before the litchi was ripe, the green fruit hung on the branch. Zijun sat down in his position and made a gesture to invite Professor Zhang out first in line with the etiquette of giving way to the elders.

"You go first." Professor Zhang asked her in turn.

Zijun no longer gives in. Go is not her strong point. In fact, she hasn't officially played go. She used to work in the interest class of the school. Her level is really good.

Go this thing is to calm down, and the layout is very important. Although Zijun hasn't officially studied it, he has also played in the school go club for several years, and still has some chess skills.

Professor Zhang is not an expert who plays go with Gao, so there is no scene that Zijun initially expected that he would make a quick decision and eat himself.

Both of them were so cautious that when Tong Zhenyu arrived, the chess game between Zijun and Professor Zhang was at an impasse.