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Volume 3: Making the County Famous 1003: Making Friends with Poems

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    "Why? I just stayed for a day and a half." Xia Yida asked puzzledly.

    "My traces have been leaked. If I stay any longer, I'm afraid we will be caught." Wang Baoyu said.

    Xia Yida was so smart that he immediately understood the seriousness of the matter. He quickly changed his clothes and followed Wang Baoyu downstairs. After hurriedly checking out of the room at the reception desk, the two of them hurriedly drove away from the resort.

    Wang Baoyu sent Xia Yida back to his residence in Funing County, which was a residential building in an ordinary community, and then drove home to sleep alone.

    Early the next morning, Wang Baoyu did not go to work in the supervision team's office. After all, there were too many people there and it was inconvenient to do anything.  He came to the office of the Education Bureau, called Zhou Baitong, director of the Political Research Office, and asked Tian Caihe what the man did for a living.

    Zhou Baitong¡¯s reputation as a know-it-all was definitely not in vain. Zhou Baitong then called and told Wang Baoyu that Tian Caihe¡¯s husband¡¯s surname was Dai, his name was Dai Lumao, and he was a Chinese teacher at No. 3 Middle School.

    hey-hey!  Dai Lumao sounds so much like a cuckold!  Wang Baoyu became more and more convinced that the letter full of literary talent was written by Dai Lumao.

    At noon, when Ma Xiaoli came back from her investigation, Wang Baoyu called her and asked her to go to No. 3 Middle School and try to get in touch with this teacher.

    Ma Xiaoli frowned. Although she had always supported Wang Baoyu's work, this was the first time she was investigating someone's family privacy, and she was reluctant.  "It's not very good. I'm not familiar with him, and he's of the opposite sex. If I can't ask anything, wouldn't it delay your business?"

    "Hey, sister Xiaoli, please don't refuse. You are the most suitable for this matter. I believe in your ability. Besides, your image and temperament are absolutely lethal to men of this age. Please,  It's best to ask him out. Just help me get started." Wang Baoyu said with a playful smile.

    "Alas! If anything comes into your hands, it will always turn into a big fuss." Ma Xiaoli sighed, knowing that she couldn't deal with Wang Baoyu, so she went to try to find Dai Lumao.

    When she was about to get off work, Ma Xiaoli came back and said she had made an appointment with Dai Lumao to meet at a small restaurant.

    ¡°Sister Xiaoli, I knew you could do it, tell me how you did it?¡± Wang Baoyu asked with interest.

    "This is not easy. I told him that the director of education will talk to you personally and prepare to promote you to the position of vice principal." Ma Xiaoli said with a smile.

    "Ah? Sister, you can't talk like that." Wang Baoyu said in shock.

    "Haha, I must have scared you!" Ma Xiaoli said with a proud smile, "Don't worry! I have investigated and found that Dai Lumao likes poetry. I asked him to come out at night and ask him about poetry. Then you can  Just go there later.¡±

    "Sister Xiaoli, you are great." Wang Baoyu was very happy, and took advantage of Ma Xiaoli's unpreparedness to hug her and kiss her.

    "Be careful not to be seen." Ma Xiaoli glared at Wang Baoyu angrily, but still walked away happily.

    At six o'clock in the evening, Wang Baoyu followed the address given by Ma Xiaoli and found the inconspicuous little restaurant. As soon as he arrived at the door of the private room, he heard bursts of laughter coming from inside.

    "Chief Ma, I like Dai Wangshu's poems the most. That one "Rain Alley" is simply a landscape painting. A girl is holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking in the alley. The heartbreaking fragrance is like that.  There is no way out, it sounds like bursts of sadness, and endless loneliness, it is really beautiful." came a man's voice, it seemed to be Dai Lumao.

    "Teacher Dai, could it be that this poet is from the same family as you, so you like him very much?" It was Ma Xiaoli's voice, accompanied by giggles.

    "Haha, Section Chief Ma is really good at joking. I don't dare to compare with these people." Although Dai Lumao was humble, he was obviously a little cocky.

    "In my opinion, your style is even better than his, more free and unrestrained. People can't help but applaud after reading it. If you add a word, it will be too much, and if you remove a word, it will be too little. It is so exquisite." Ma Xiaoli complimented.  .

    "Hey~ Wang Baoyu outside the door couldn't help but tremble. Ma Xiaoli didn't even blush when she told lies.  Wang Baoyu kept calm, shook off the goosebumps, knocked on the door, and walked in. He saw Ma Xiaoli sitting at the table with a man wearing thick glasses. Needless to say, this man was Tian Caihe's husband Dai Lumao.  .

    Dai Lumao looked very honest and his clothes were quite simple. When he saw it was Wang Baoyu, he immediately showed a frightened look. He stood up in a hurry and said, "Director Wang, why are you here?"

    Wang Baoyu waved to him magnanimously, motioned for him to sit down, and said with a smile like an endorsement: "You're welcome, sit down quickly. I listen to Ma Ke?I made an appointment with a poet to make friends with him through poetry. I was curious, so I came uninvited and shamelessly came to learn from him.  Please forgive me if I am presumptuous.  "

    "Hey! Director Wang is too humble, but I didn't expect you also like poetry!" Dai Lumao said happily.

    Shit, Wang Baoyu doesn¡¯t know anything about poetry at all. If he can say that he knows it, he only knows the widely circulated ancient poems of Li Bai and Du Fu. But in order to show that he is a person who understands poetry, Wang Baoyu did take a lot of trouble to find a few poetry books before he came.  .

    "With the little knowledge I have, there is no way I can compare with Teacher Dai!" Wang Baoyu said modestly.  He also took the initiative to raise his glass and had a drink with Dai Lumao. Dai Lumao was flattered and drank it all in one gulp, choking and coughing for a long time.

    "Actually, Director Wang's poetry level is not low. When he was in junior high school, he wrote love letters, all of which were prose poems! At that time, students were eager to read them." Ma Xiaoli said with a smile, and winked at Wang Baoyu mischievously.  Eye.

    Wang Baoyu was embarrassed for a while, hey, hey, it seems that Ma Xiaoli has long known that she once wrote a love letter to Cheng Xueman. This is not surprising. She must have heard Cheng Guodong say it. At that time, the relationship between Ma Xiaoli and Cheng Guodong was good.  Incredible.

    "Oh! Director Wang is amazing! He started writing poems when he was in junior high school? Whose poems do you like?" Dai Lumao pushed up his glasses and asked in amazement.

    "I like Rabindranath Tagore's poems, especially the poem "The Farthest Distance in the World", which vividly describes the relationship between a man and a woman. After reading it, I sighed with regret and lingered over it for three days.  Such a feeling." Wang Baoyu showed off, while Ma Xiaoli gritted her teeth, fearing that she would laugh.

    When Dai Lumao heard this, he got up very excitedly, poured Wang Baoyu a full glass of wine, and praised: "Director Wang, I will ask for your advice in the future."

    Wang Baoyu said grandly: "Teacher Dai, since you have such profound literary attainments and like poetry so much, why not organize a poetry research group in the education system, and you can serve as the president!"
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