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But this matter is over, and Benben was thrown into Zhu Xingwang's house.If his father hadn't asked about it nervously, Long Shitian would have almost forgotten about this dead dog. He had no choice but to call Zhu Xingwang. Let Zhu Xingwang bring Benben back.

Maybe their father and son didn't expect that Benben had long forgotten his joy. Under the double temptation of the big bone and the neighbor's little bitch, he insisted on pulling the rope and refused to go back. His long face was pulled to the ground again. If Zhu Fugui hadn't The pig-butcher knife was lit, afraid that this little beast would really live in their house forever.

When Long Shitian saw Benben, he almost didn't recognize him. Why did he just stay in someone else's house for a day, and his body gained a lot of weight. If the arc of his grin hadn't changed, he really thought It was a different dog.

"Stupid?" Long Shitian called out tentatively.

The dog didn't move, but rubbed its head against Zhu Xingwang's trousers, selflessly showing its flattery to the end.

"That," Zhu Xingwang said embarrassedly: "My sister forgot to call it Benben, so she gave it a new name, Ah Huang, go to your master's side."

When the dog heard Zhu Xingwang's order, he gave him an aggrieved look, twisted his big butt reluctantly, and came to Long Shitian in a flicker, lying on the ground without barking, with a look of seeing through the world. dog look.

"Hey," Long Shitian became angry, and scolded the dog while holding the dog: "You bastard, I have raised you for such a long time, how much dog food you eat every day, how much shit you poop, how much shit you let out, how do you keep going? In the evening, I turned my dog's face and didn't recognize anyone, and even dared to change my name and surname. It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know who the owner is." Then he took the slippers and hit the dog's buttocks twice. Down.

Benben also became angry all of a sudden, grinning his teeth to express his dissatisfaction, and the hair on his body began to explode. If Zhu Xingwang saw that a fierce battle was about to start, he hurried over to reconcile between this person and a dog. Things are going to be hard to close.

In the end, the two of them finally regained their composure, and Bumble went back into the cage without saying a word, protesting silently, while Long Shitian continued to point his middle finger at it on the sofa, showing contempt on the surface.Although the species are different, it is really a wonder to be able to engage in a cold war, and the two sides can feel each other's meaning, and at the same time give corresponding counterattacks.

Of course, Zhu Xingwang couldn't get involved in the cold war between these two guys. He sat awkwardly watching the situation, and his dignified anger filled the surroundings, so that he couldn't even say goodbye, so he could only pick up the paper on the table. I started reading a Shakespeare collection, but I didn't expect that when I read the affectionate part, my eyes were a little moist.

"Maybe I compare you with Xia Tian? You are cuter and gentler than Xia Tian." Zhu Xingwang couldn't help but read.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

"The strong wind will blow the buds of May to the ground, and the summer is too short to pass by in a hurry."

"Sometimes the sun shines too hot, and often obscures his golden face." Zhu Xingwang went on to read.

"Beautiful things will inevitably wither, accidentally, or flow with natural changes." The voice behind followed.

"But your eternal summer will not fade; you will not lose your handsome appearance." Zhu Xingwang was also emotionally involved, very excited.

"Death cannot boast that you walk in his shadow, if you have attained immortality in this immortal verse." The same voice stirred.

"As long as people can breathe and their eyes can see, this poem will be immortal and make you live forever!" The last sentence was read by two people together. The charm is played to the extreme.

Similarly, the two people who finished reading the poem had crystal tears in their eyes. They seemed to have walked into Shakespeare's eighteenth century together, and felt the glorious era of the Renaissance together. Between humanistic ideals and reality. , Countless excellent works were born and passed down to become immortal works of later generations.

Long Shitian and Benben, one person and one dog, were completely stunned by this posture. Long Shitian wondered if this was not Shakespeare's love poem. What was his father and Zhu Xingwang reading together? , This is on the street, I thought it was some cult that had revived.

It was purely because he felt the impassioned momentum that he couldn't help stretching his neck and screaming twice as a warm response.

"You two are Errenzhuan." Long Shitian couldn't help interrupting the two who were still immersed in the art palace, and sarcastically said: "Next time, do you have to prepare two red handkerchiefs, and you dance for a while?"

"You stinky brat," Pang Da accused him, "You haven't inherited your father's artistic accomplishments at all. My little friend, are you Pang Tiantian's classmate?"

"Yes, I am, uh, Tiantian's classmate." Zhu Xingwang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Long Shitian's original name was Pang Tiantian. Such a simple and unpretentious name suddenly made him want to laugh.

"How many times have I said it, don't call me Pang Tiantian." As soon as Long Shitian heard that his real name was mentioned, his expression changed immediately, and he looked at Zhu Xingwang who was about to snicker, and his eyes killed him. With a bit of threat.

Looking at his son's displeased look, he immediately sank his face. He never thought that his son could be such a literary classmate other than those cronies. Looking at Zhu Xingwang's thick eyebrows, big eyes, and tall With a big appearance, he is so gentle and elegant when he speaks, and he is as emotional as himself when he reads poems. He is unwilling to let his son miss such a good partner.

"You kid, your eyes are cramping. Hurry up and pour two glasses of fruit juice. I'll discuss literature and art with you little friend." Looking at his son's ignorant appearance, Pang Huo felt furious in his heart. Although he I have never been to school, but I love reading from the bottom of my heart. I originally trained my son to be a literary youth, but who knows that this road has gone astray, let alone read Shakespeare together, and I can’t see a piece of "Friends" and "Story Club" go.

But Zhu Xingwang is different. He was introverted and sensitive since he was a child. He didn't have any good friends, and he didn't have the urge to go out to play. He read at home in his free time every day, and gained great freedom in the spiritual world through reading.

"What kind of books do you usually read, kid?" Pang Dadi asked him kindly: "I'm reading "Dream of Red Mansions" recently, and I'm quite fascinated by the art of Red Mansions. I wonder how much you know?"

More than understanding, as the reincarnation of Lin Daiyu, Zhu Xingwang can memorize almost every sentence of Lin Daiyu. A rich man like Pang Dadi basically learns superficial articles. The feeling of possessing a body is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

Not only "Dream of Red Mansions", Zhu Xingwang is familiar with the four great classics, and he speaks clearly and logically. Finally, under the strong welcome of Da Dadi, he sang a song "Wang Ningmei" on the spot, which won everyone present. The dogs applaud.

Long Shitian looked at his father with a happy smile, and before he left, he gave Zhu Xingwang a set of collected essays, and he was puzzled. This Zhu Xingwang is really his nemesis, and he made himself so miserable last night. Today, he made his father so happy. By the way, he also sighed with emotion. Rich people should not have anything to do with culture. As far as his father said, "Lin Daiyu should do more physical exercise", it simply tarnished art and made it stink. money.

However, things come and go, and Zhu Fugui also felt that Long Shitian was much more interesting than his son when he drank and punched and talked about mountains. Although these two people had many shortcomings in his father's eyes, they exchanged with each other. , have all received high praise, it is a coincidence that life is everywhere, there is always a nest that can put your egg.