The Bo Family

The morning sun shone on the heavy flowers and trees, reflecting on the red walls that were filled with creepers. Not far away, the sound of reading could be heard.

"Old Zhong, I'm already here. Why don't you show me that painting?" A loud voice broke the silence in the courtyard and shocked the sparrows.

Professor Zhang, who had been busy writing the country's textbooks, finally had time to come to Elder Zhong to look at the paintings that he had been showing off.

"Coming, coming. Old man, you're too impatient." Elder Zhong walked down the stairs in a silk gown.

"Who asked you to keep showing off? You're making my heart itch."

"Here, here." Elder Zhong walked to the desk and took out a painting from the drawer. He opened it and asked Professor Zhang to take a look.