Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 116 title
Xie Fu appeared at the door of the study, but Tantai Heqing was working in the study ahead of schedule today, she lowered her head, she was as cold as Xie Fu when she first met, but there was a little difference that could not be told.

Xie Fu first said: "Miss, the porridge is here."

"Oh, let it go." Tantai Heqing replied lightly, but did not look up at him.

Xie Fu put down the porridge and water on the big case, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

It was Tantai Heqing who spoke first: "My cough is healed, you don't have to bring me porridge anymore."

In fact, this month's period is too early, but Tantai Crane's love was mentioned at this time.

Xie Fu asked in surprise, "Are you ready?"

"Okay, I'm tired of this porridge too."

Xie Fu said: "Actually, it doesn't matter whether the cough is cured or not. I can continue to make porridge for the young lady. Maybe the young lady wants to eat something else."

"It's not that there is no cook in the mansion. I will order what I want to eat. You can concentrate on Wen Wang."

It wasn't until this time that Tantai Heqing looked up at Xie Fu.

The haggard face, the expressionless calmness, is even more cold than the previous coldness that repulses people thousands of miles away.

Seeing this haggard man, Xie Fu blurted out and asked, "What's wrong with you?" His tone was like the familiar concern among relatives and friends.

Tantai Heqing's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and said lightly: "You can go." He bowed his head and continued to work.

"Miss, I will take my leave first."

"Ah."

Xie Fu walked out of the door, but stopped in the corridor.

Tantai Heqing was listening to his leaving footsteps, so she knew that Xie Fu had stopped.

After a few breaths, footsteps sounded again, and the pen in Tantai Heqing's hand suddenly dropped on the inkstone, splashing ink stains on her white sleeves.

After Xie Fu's footsteps were far away and could not be heard at all, Tantai Heqing looked towards the empty doorway, then lowered his head and continued to work, coughing followed.

In the evening, Xie Fu was practicing kung fu with his legs crossed.

Since returning to the light last time, he has slowly explored some of the ways of martial arts, but he has made little progress.

The master once told him that based on his aptitude, if he practices the low-level introductory exercises, he can become a master in 50 years;

The road after entering the product is even more difficult.

Martial arts is the way of natural selection, Xie Fu's aptitude is too poor,
His current behavior is knowing that he can't do it, but he is forced to do it.

Zhu Ming came out of the house and disturbed Xie Fu, so Xie Fu stopped practicing.

Although the relationship with Zhu Ming was not as close as that of Hu Diquan and they didn't communicate much, after all they lived in the same yard, Xie Fu was still very enthusiastic and asked Zhu Ming to sit down.

Zhu Ming asked, "Xie Fu, what were you doing just now?"

"Zozen." Xie Fu smiled perfunctorily.

After chatting for a while, Zhu Ming said, "Actually, I admire you scholars the most."

Xie Fu laughed and said, "I'm not considered a scholar, I just can understand a few words." Xie Fu didn't want to draw too far away from Zhu Ming, and tried to minimize his own advantages in this regard.

Zhu Ming was a little embarrassed and said, "I wish I could be like you."

Xie Fu was a little surprised when he heard this, and said with a smile, "If you want, we can study together."

Sometimes Xie Fu wanted to teach Hu Diquan a few words, but Hu Diquan was not interested at all. Unexpectedly, Zhu Ming became interested.

Zhu Ming happily said: "Xie Fu, it's settled, if there is anything I don't understand, you can teach me."

Xie Fu responded quickly: "Of course, I know everything."

Zhu Ming said again: "I don't want people to look down on me because I can't recognize big characters, and I can't even write my own name."

Xie Fu enthusiastically said: "I can teach you to write your own name right now, come, sit here."

Zhu Ming hurriedly evaded: "Don't worry, I have a poem here, please help me to read it."

poetry?I can't even write my own name, so where's the poem?
Probably seeing Xie Fu's doubts, Zhu Ming explained with a smile: "I picked it up."

While taking out the rolled and wrinkled paper from his body, he spread it out on the desk, stretched out his hand and slowly smoothed the wrinkles on it, and asked, "What is this poem about?"

Xie Fu read it out: "The blush complains that the wind does not come, and the lotus flowers stand in the green bushes under the reflection. I want him to go to the mountains and share the water, how to use his wings to find the east wind."

Zhu Ming asked again: "Do you see anything?"

Xie Fu glanced at Zhu Ming meaningfully, and Zhu Ming responded with a guilty conscience: "I want to learn, don't you want to teach me?"

Xie Fu said with a smile: "This is a poem of Qijue. The first two lines describe the summer scene. The midsummer cool breeze does not come, and the lotus and green leaves are very obvious. The last two lines, hehe..."

Zhu Ming nodded, half understanding, and after a while, he asked aloud, "If I want you to name this poem, how would you feel?"

Xie Fu smiled, with deep meaning, Zhu Ming asked curiously when he saw this, "Why? Can't you come up with a question?"

It's not that Xie Fu couldn't write the title, this poem was definitely not written by him, since you want to title it, you'd better understand the mind of the person who wrote the poem, and said with a smile: "If you want me to write the title, I should write "Si Chun" .”

Zhu Ming immediately blurted out after hearing the words: "Sichun? Thank you, don't talk nonsense."

Xie Fu explained: "Don't misunderstand me, this spring of mine is not that spring, but the meaning of yearning for spring. This poem is so haunting, it must be written by a woman."

In fact, judging from the graceful handwriting, it can be clearly seen that it was written by a woman.

Zhu Ming nodded, but didn't reveal it. This was his secret, and he didn't want others to know. He asked, "Why do you miss spring? You just said that the first two sentences were about summer."

How should I explain these poetic things to Zhu Ming, Xie Fu still said: "You see, she has blush and complains that she doesn't have the upper hand, which means that she is depressed and not very happy."

Zhu Ming nodded and asked, "What next?"

Xie Fu said: "The last two sentences are both mountains and rivers, and they are looking for the east wind. They should be looking forward to the vitality of spring and the recovery of all things. In my opinion, she is venting her dissatisfaction with the status quo and the long wait. expectations."

Zhu Ming nodded, thinking that what Xie Fu said was very reasonable, and there were so many things to be seen in this song.

Xie Fu smiled and said: "I think the owner of this poem is not a boudoir lady, but maybe a brothel girl."

Zhu Ming was secretly startled when he heard the words. Fang felt that Xie Fu was such a great scholar, and he became more convinced of his explanation just now, and quickly said: "Xie Fu, then you should quickly put the word Sichun on it."

"it is good."

Xie Fu responded readily, just in time for Zhu Ming to appreciate the beauty of literature and make him interested in learning.

After grinding, write the word "Sichun" with a big stroke of the pen. The word "Sichun" is strong and elegant.

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(End of this chapter)