"Hello Sister Yan, I've made an appointment. I haven't seen you yet, and Sister Yan seems to have lost weight."

Shen Yan was very excited, "Really? Oh, it seems that my weight loss has been effective! That's great."

Li Fan didn't know if you were thin or not, but he knew one thing, it was just like praising thinness when he saw a woman. This was a hundred times more confusing than praising her "beautiful again".

The two chatted for a few words, and Li Fan said, "Sister Yan, are you waiting for your boyfriend?"

"Where is there any boyfriend? Let's go and wait for a great scholar."

"Great Master?" Li Fan said shamelessly after hearing this, "It's not me, right?"

Shen Yan chuckled: "You keep working hard, there should be no problem in the future."

Li Fan asked tentatively: "The wandering kitten?"

Shen Yan was stunned, "I'm going, are you really? Did you write "Theory of Poetry"?"

Li Fan smiled: "What's wrong?"

Shen Yan's horror was a little higher, "Can you write "On Poetry"?"

Li Fan spread his shoulder and said, "What's wrong?"

"Wait a minute, I'm a little messy, so I can't accept it."

Shen Yan rubbed her temples, Oh my God, I still couldn't believe it.

A few days ago, when my father returned home, he kept talking about "Theory of Poetry", and said that the views were novel and outstanding, and he must communicate with this great scholar in person, etc. After hearing this, Shen Yan looked through "Theory of Poetry", and was basically conquered in an instant. A question arose in her heart, which scholar was the work of this "Theory of Poetry"?

My father cooked at home and wanted to entertain this mysterious distinguished guest, while Chen Yan went downstairs to welcome "Xianyu".

Chen Yan naturally knew Li Fan's knowledge and insight, but that only showed that Li Fan was a knowledgeable and talented person. However, when it comes to book-based theories and literary criticism, Chen Yan could never imagine it.

She looked up at Li Fan. The young man in front of her was only 17 years old and was only in his third year of high school. Other 17-year-old children were reciting articles such as "The Fu of Red Cliffs" and "The Record of Visiting Baochan Mountain". But this child actually wrote "The Theory of Poetry"? Or was it too incredible that the editor-in-chief of "Poetry" exclaimed as a genius' work.

You have a strong memory and can never forget everything you have read. You have read so many books, so you have gained countless fans in the show. This is understandable, but "Theory of Poetry" is original and cannot be understood at all!

Li Fan looked at her with a smile and said, "Have you recovered?"

"It's almost done."

"Oh, that's my turn," Li Fan said in Chen Yan's tone and expression just now: "Oh my God, I'm the editor-in-chief in my early 20s? I can't accept it, let me slow down!"

Chen Yan gave him a blank look, "My dad asked me to come, let's go, go home with me."

Less than a hundred meters away from the cafe, the two walked into a community, and Chen Yan's house lived there.

Chen Yan opened the door and shouted to the kitchen: "Dad, mom, is the meal ready?"

I heard the sound of anxious footsteps in the kitchen, and then Zhu Kang walked out quickly, smiling, and wiped his hands on his apron while walking.

Zhu Kang was stunned when he saw Li Fan and said anxiously: "Oh, isn't this Li Fan? Did you meet my daughter?"

Chen Yan shook her fingers and said, "No, no! He is not Li Fan, he is called a great scholar today!"

"What? Wait a minute, I'm a little messy, let me slow down!" Zhu Kang said, closed his eyes tightly and rubbed his temples.

As a father and daughter, even the surprise reaction was the same.

But why doesn’t the daughter take her father’s surname? This is a story of getting into the family.

He didn't want to believe that Zhu Kang was killed. The cultural idol in front of him would be the author of "Theory of Poetry", but this is an established fact.

But no matter what, the "master" came to the door and he would basically know his foundation after taking the exam around the bush. Let's entertain him first.

When Zhu Kang thought of this, he hurriedly said, "Xiaofan, sit down."

"Hey, OK uncle."

After Li Fan sat down, Zhu Kang looked at him in a strange way, making himself uncomfortable.

Zhu Kang withdrew his gaze, poured Li Fan a cup of tea, and said, "Xiao Fan, the food needs to be prepared for about an hour. There is a high-quality Biluochun, you can try it."

"Drinking tea is a good habit." Li Fan took the teacup, looked carefully, sniffed it gently, and said, "The soup is green and clear, and the fragrance is rich. It is indeed the best Biluochun. I remembered a poem by Chen Kangqi."

Zhu Kang asked, "Oh? Which song?"

"There have always been great names for things, and things are more precious by their reputation.

When the plum blossoms are full, they are called fragrant snow seas, and when the tea tips are full, they are about the green snail spring."

Zhu Kang said excitedly: "It seems that the young man likes Biluochun very much, come and try it."
Chapter completed!