"Mr. Lou, since you praised me so much, I won't hide it from you. This is not only a poem, but also a song!”
"Oh? Then I really want to hear it."
"Please wait a moment. It's time to sing after reading the poem.”
……
"Good poem! Good poem!"
Lou Xiao'e was very intoxicated.
However, before she could carefully appreciate the artistic conception in this poem...
Xu Damao, who was beside him, spoke up.
"It's a good poem. I'm telling you, I actually wrote this poem!”
Lou Xiao'e looked at Xu Damao in surprise.
She was truly enlightened.
He had never seen such a shameless person before.
"Don't brag in this scene. The broadcaster said that this was written by your factory manager!”
"That's because you've been deceived. With our factory director's half-baked standard, he can't even hold a pen steadily. How can he write such a good thing?”
Lou Xiao'e didn't believe it. "You didn't write it either."
"Hey, why don't you believe me? I'll read it to you.”
Gently knocking on the sleeping soul.
Slowly open your eyes.
Look at the busy world.
Is it still lonely, wandering around?
The spring breeze did not understand the amorous feelings.
It blew the young man's heart…
Xu Damao closed his eyes and tried his best to infuse his emotions into the poem.
When he recited it, he was secretly delighted.
Fortunately, he had memorized the poem yesterday.
Otherwise, he really didn't know how to continue acting cool.
"How about it? I actually wrote this poem, and then that shameless factory manager snatched it away from me.”
Lou Xiao'e smiled and didn't say anything.
Xu Damao also laughed.
Based on the other party's expression, the girl in front of him must have been convinced by his literary talent.
However, Xu Damao realized that something was wrong.
Why was the lady in front of him smiling?
Moreover, his smile was a little strange. It didn't seem like an expression of admiration.
Instead, he wanted to mock her.
Xu Damao didn't understand.
"Did you write this poem?"
Xu Damao didn't even think and was about to answer directly," Of course…
But halfway through his sentence, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Why did this voice belong to a man?
It sounded a little familiar.
Xu Damao turned around to look, and his face was so frightened that it looked like he had lost.
The person who asked the question was actually the factory manager. He didn't even know when the factory manager was standing behind him.
"If you wrote this poem, then you wrote it really well.”
The factory manager stared at Xu Damao with a fake smile.
He was also furious.
I know what level I'm at. Do I need you to tell others here?
Yu Haitang from the radio station said that I wrote this poem.
You actually dare to undermine me here?
You're the factory manager, and I'm the factory manager?
Xu Damao was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.
"Manager Yang, I didn't write this. I just took a look and came out to brag.”
"Bragging! Do you know what the current policy is? Keep your feet on the ground and work hard! You're still so impetuous. Forget it, don't do your job as a projectionist anymore. You'll be off at the workshop tomorrow.”
"Ah?"
Xu Damao wanted to cry. Didn't he just want to get close to the beauty?
How did he encounter such a thing?
Factory Manager Yang saw that Xu Damao was not leaving.
"What? You don't listen to me anymore?"”
Xu Damao stood up and ran away.
Lou Xiao'e was interested in this factory manager.
"Factory Manager Yang, did you really write this poem yourself?”
Factory Manager Yang wanted to say yes.
However, he knew that one had to be humble and leave room for negotiation.
"Actually, it's not just me. There's also Master He in our factory. He's a chef who made it with me.”
Lou Xiao'e held back her laughter.
She felt very strange.
A chef who doesn't cook properly. Composed a poem with the factory manager?
……
Teacher Ran walked around the factory.
Qin Huairu was nowhere to be found.
Helplessly, she prepared to leave and go back to class.
However, just as she was about to leave.
Gently knocking on the sleeping soul.
Slowly open your eyes.
Look at the busy world.
Is it still lonely, wandering around?
The spring breeze did not understand the amorous feelings.
The young man's heart fluttered.
……
The spring breeze blew across her face.
Teacher Ran was stunned.
He closed his eyes tightly.
He tried to feel the artistic conception in the poem with his heart.
She was originally a Chinese teacher.
He was very sensitive to poetry.
She had never seen this poem before.
The content was very bold.
He was bold yet cautious.
It was very strange and wonderful.
It didn't seem to be something that should exist in this era.
This poem was like a weapon.
It was a constant blow to Teacher Ran's heart.
She opened her eyes.
He muttered in his heart.
The announcer said that the factory director wrote it himself.
The average age of the current factory director was at least forty years old.
A person over forty years old still had such youthful vigor?
Teacher Ran didn't believe it.
She thought that the person who wrote this poem must be someone else!
……
In the studio, Yu Haitang finished reading the script.
"Next, let's invite Master He Yuzhu, the seventh-grade chef of our factory's canteen, to sing this song for us. Tomorrow will be even better.”
After Yu Haitang finished speaking, she hurriedly pulled He Yuzhu to sit on the chair beside the microphone.
He Yuzhu cleared his throat.
"I'm a chef. Singing isn't my forte. If you want to eat anything for lunch, you can go to the canteen and tell me. If there's anything, I'll make it for you.”
He Yuzhu started to talk nonsense.
Yu Haitang was anxious." Master He, stop talking. Hurry up and sing!"”
……
Teacher Ran heard a chef singing on the radio.
He was also laughing in his heart.
To put it nicely, this was called having a wide range of hobbies. To put it bluntly, this was called not doing proper work.
Wait a minute!
Teacher Ran was suddenly stunned.
She felt that this voice sounded familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.
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