The cat named Mimi just raised her eyelids and continued to sleep, obviously not trying to pay attention to Xie Qilu.

Song Baojun sighed beside him, looking at Xie Qilu helplessly and teased: "I said niece, can we be more mature? Don't be so naive?"

"Hmph, don't think that my grandma can be proud of you just by helping you." Xie Qilu glared at Song Baojun fiercely. Just as she was about to say something threatening, Old Mrs. Zhang came over from behind. She immediately closed her mouth tactfully, turned on the TV with the remote control and started watching TV.

Old Mrs. Zhang held a lot of snacks on the table and said with a smile: "Xiao Song likes whatever she likes, just treat it as her own home. My godmother went to the kitchen to cook first. There were still a lot of dishes at home, and they all bought them in the morning."

Last night, she specifically told her granddaughter to take Song Baojun home for dinner today, so early in the morning she went to the vegetable market to buy a bunch of fresh ingredients, just to make a sumptuous lunch at noon to entertain Song Baojun.

"Okay, I'll sit for a while first, and go in and steal the stolen master with my godmother later." Song Baojun nodded repeatedly and replied with a smile.

"So well-behaved. If Lulu was as good at learning as you, this girl was lazy and unwilling to cook. If it were in our era, no one would want such a woman to marry." Old Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but sigh when she compared Song Baojun and her granddaughter.

Xie Qilu really wanted to die, thinking that she would not take Song Baojun, a bastard, home if she was beaten to death.

Song Baojun laughed gloatingly from beside him. When Old Mrs. Zhang went in to cook, he joked: "Lulu, what if you can't get married in the future?"

"Get out, will I not be able to marry? I have many suitors, so you should be worried that you will not be able to find a wife and be an old virgin for the rest of your life." Xie Qilu snorted coldly, and in turn sarcastically mocked Song Baojun.

Song Baojun smiled indifferently and said, "That will disappoint you. I have a beautiful girl and A Chun. Which one is not a hundred times better than you?"

"A fickle scumbag, sooner or later expose you and let those two shrews break your three legs."

"Go, they won't pay attention to you anyway."

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

Just as the two were talking, someone suddenly knocked outside the door.

"Lulu, go open the door and see who is coming." Old Mrs. Zhang, who was busy in the kitchen, heard someone knocking on the door and immediately called Xie Qilu to open the door.

Xie Qilu could only stand up from the sofa, ran over and opened the door quickly, but found that there were several familiar faces standing outside the door, and said in surprise: "Wang Qiang? Why are you here?"

Four men were standing at the door. The man standing in front lit up when he saw Xie Qilu and grinned, "Oh, what's wrong? Isn't welcome?"

"That's right, Lulu, you're too disgusting. After all, we are childhood sweethearts who know each other with bare feet. But you haven't come back from studying in the military academy for the past few years, so you're the same as if you don't know us."

"Welcome, warm welcome, come in quickly and stop talking nonsense." Xie Qilu rolled her eyes, opened the door and let the people enter the house.

These four people have played with her since childhood. They are all children living in the community and have a very good relationship with each other's parents.

Especially Wang Qiang's father and Xie Qilu's father Xie Guoqiang are comrades-in-arms in the army. The two families are quite close. When they were young, they joked that they wanted to make a marriage for their children.

But when she grew up, Wang Qiang liked Xie Qilu, but Xie Qilu only regarded Wang Qiang as a good friend and had no intention of developing in that love.

The four of them laughed and followed Xie Qilu in, changed into slippers and then went to say hello to Mrs. Zhang.

Old Mrs. Zhang also looked at the group of people, smiled and said a few intimate words to the people, and then entertained them to sit on the sofa.

When the four of them passed by, they found that there was a man sitting on the sofa. Seeing that Song Baojun was so handsome that he could stay at Xie Qilu's house, the four of them couldn't help but look at each other with a strange look in their eyes.

They knew very well that Xie Qilu was arrogant and had never brought any other boys home except for their friends who had been playing with them since childhood.

Now I suddenly took a boy home. Isn’t this obvious?

"Lulu, who is this brother? Let's introduce it." One of the men looked at Song Baojun and asked.

"This is Song Baojun, my classmate." Xie Qilu introduced casually.

"Oh, classmate, this is the first time I have seen Lulu, bringing the male classmate home." The man smiled happily, looking at him with a hint of hostility.

The eldest brother of the four brothers is Wang Qiang, and they all know that Wang Qiang likes Xie Qilu, and they have helped a lot over the years, hoping that the two of them can come together to achieve success.

Unfortunately, the fallen flowers intentionally flowing water is ruthless, and Xie Qilu has never had that meaning, which disappoints them quite.

Now Xie Qilu suddenly brought a man back, which was not just disappointment for them, but turned into pain and a sense of hostility.

This kid doesn't look very good, and he doesn't look like a rich family. How can such a person be worthy of Xie Qilu?

Xie Qilu is a woman after all, and her intuition is quite sensitive. After realizing that Wang Qiang and others are not in too much mood, she understands their thoughts. She immediately gets a little angry. She thinks that these bastards are really thinking too much. How could she be blind and be with Song Baojun?

But suddenly, her mind changed again. She sat directly next to Song Baojun and took Song Baojun's arm, and said with a smile: "Yes, because we have a good relationship, right? Ajun."

Song Baojun didn't even understand what the woman was singing. He turned his face and looked at Xie Qilu for several seconds, then looked at Wang Qiang and the other two and smiled: "Hello, I am Song Baojun, I'm very happy to know you."

"Hello, hello, I'm Liu Wei."

"I am Li Qingshan."

"Wang Qiang."

Several people introduced their names one after another, and then sat on the sofa next to them, looking at Song Baojun's face.

When they looked at Song Baojun like this, Song Baojun felt a little strange and disgusted. He pointed at his face with some confusion and asked, "What's wrong with my face? Is there any flowers?"

Li Qingshan smiled and replied, "That's not the case. We are just curious about brothers. Lulu and us have been playing together since childhood. She doesn't even care about ordinary men."

"Is that right? There is nothing I can do about it. After all, I am the most talented man in our school." Song Baojun shamelessly boasted.

"Yes, Ajun is the most powerful talent in our school. Even the calligraphy master Mao Zhufeng admires his talent very much." Xie Qilu next to him also agreed.

Li Qingshan and others were suddenly a little surprised, and then they all showed a sarcastic look, which made the calligraphy master Mao Zhufeng admire him? What a joke.

Who is Maozhu Peak? The most famous calligrapher in China, even if their father sees such a person, he should be respectful to the other party.

Will people admire such calligraphy for a young man in his twenties? It’s so funny when it is heard. It’s like Messi’s admiration for a substitute of the Chinese team. Is this possible?

Xie Qilu's words made them believe that this kid must be an emotional liar, and he relied on his verbal skills to deceive Xie Qilu.

The brothers looked at each other and decided to find a way to expose Song Baojun's face and let Xie Qilu leave this hypocritical guy.

"It seems that Brother Song is really amazing to be admired by Master Mao. I wonder if writing a picture now will open our eyes. When Brother Song becomes famous in the future, we brothers and others will go out to brag with others." Wang Qiang looked at Song Baojun and asked.

"Yes, yes, we are all military academy, all of us are rough people, and we especially admire you educated talents."

"So too, Brother Song, please take action quickly, let us have a long experience."

Several people expressed their desire to see how great Song Baojun's calligraphy was. Xie Qilu next to her immediately showed an excited expression in her eyes when she saw things turn out like this.

Sure enough, she knew that these people would be jealous and then found a way to deal with Song Baojun. This was the situation she wanted to see. It would be better for Song Baojun to suffer a big loss on the people, and she felt happy.

Who made this guy so hateful that he bullied himself when he met? Who else in the class now doesn’t know that Song Baojun calls himself a niece?

Song Baojun shook his head and said seriously: "Calligraphy is not a joke. The most important thing in writing is energy and spirit. Before practicing calligraphy, you must bathe and change your clothes. There must be no disturbances from outsiders within a radius of 100 meters, so as not to be disturbed, resulting in problems with your mood and the works you wrote will be affected."

Song Baojun's tone was neither anxious nor slow, and his expression was sincere. His master-like appearance was hard to doubt, and he also put his ability to be fooled by a vulgar personality to the limit.

When Wang Qiang saw Song Baojun's appearance, he was immediately unable to see it. He thought to himself, what if this guy was really good at calligraphy? Wouldn't he be slapped in the face and let him show off?

"You might be bragging, right? Just say it directly if you can't." Li Qingshan was simple-minded. He believed that Song Baojun was a liar from the beginning. He immediately questioned when he heard Song Baojun's words.

Song Baojun glanced at Li Qingshan, curled his lips and said, "Is this common sense good? If you can write it at any time, why do so many calligraphy masters in history have only a few works in their lifetime? A truly good work requires the calligrapher's spirit and even soul. Only the words written in this way can be valuable and can be called good words."

"This..." Li Qingshan suddenly looked embarrassed. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it was indeed the case.

"Okay, okay, we are laymen. We don't understand these things, Brother Song, you're laughing." Wang Qiang hurriedly spoke out to help his buddies smooth things over.

Song Baojun smiled slightly and said, "If you have the opportunity to perform in the future, you must invite a few of you to attend."

"It must be." Wang Qiang nodded, then stood up and said, "We brothers went out to smoke a cigarette, and after smoking, we will come back to chat with you. We are unhappy in the room to smoke grandma."

After saying hello, Wang Qiang and the other two got up and left. When they walked outside the door, they squatted on the stairs and took out cigarettes and lit them. Their faces were a little depressed, and Wang Qiang had an old face as dark as ink.

"What's the origin of this guy? He doesn't look like an ordinary person, but he feels it's not simple and a little difficult to deal with." Li Qingshan sighed, feeling a little headache.
Chapter completed!