Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

"Third sister, you are so beautiful tonight! During the day, you are like the sun in the sky, and at night, you are like the fifteenth moon, the most dazzling existence in the world." Liu Piaopiao frantically flattered the third sister, not wanting to go to Africa.

Wang Zihao exposed Liu Piaopiao's flattery: "Wasn't your third sister beautiful before?"

"Bah, I don't want to talk to you, don't interrupt me!" Liu Piaopian said in disgust.

Liu Qianqian ignored the two men and flipped through a book, a book about music.

At this time, Liu Xiangxiang came back from the study, holding paper and pen, her skirt flying.

"Third brother-in-law!" Liu Xiangxiang didn't like sitting on the sofa either. When she came back, she sat down on the ground on the blanket.

Putting the paper and pen on the coffee table, she looked at Wang Zihao eagerly, her eyes full of expectation.

"So good!" Wang Zihao also got off the sofa and sat on the carpet, leaning against the coffee table.

He also glanced at Liu Piaopiao and said, "Look at you, you are against me every day, and you don't even bother to move your butt for me when I ask you to."

Liu Piaopian groaned, disdainful, and at the same time very dissatisfied.

After Liu Xiangxiang arrived, her Fengzhiyu family status was -1 again, which was so annoying!

"Third brother-in-law, do you need anything else from me?" Liu Xiangxiang asked.

"Can you dance?" Wang Zihao asked.

Liu Xiangxiang said, "No, how about I show you a split?"

Liu Piaopiao's eyes widened: "Xiangxiang, what did he force you to eat? Are you so obedient to him?"

Forget about the third sister, she was often tricked, so she was devoted to King Yuzi and obeyed his words.

Alas, such a perfect and outstanding woman as Third Sister actually fell into the hands of King Yuzi.

Sure enough, no matter how perfect a woman is, she still has flaws.

More than one.

"Seventh sister, you are prejudiced against third brother-in-law, why?" Liu Xiangxiang asked doubtfully.

Liu Piaopiao was a little embarrassed. If you were like me and was humiliated by him twice, it would be nice not to break up with him.

How unlike me, being under the same roof with him.

"Ask him yourself." Of course Liu Piaopiao didn't want to mention being humiliated.

Liu Xiangxiang's attention suddenly shifted from her essay. What is the greatest joy in life?

It's gossip!

Everyone is a curious cat, especially girls.

"Third brother-in-law, why is Seventh Sister so prejudiced against you?" Liu Xiangxiang was very curious about knowledge.

Wang Zihao glanced at Liu Piaopiang and said to Liu Xiangxiang: "Your seventh sister confessed to me, but I refused."

what?

Not only Liu Xiangxiang's eyes widened, but also Liu Qianqian was a little surprised.

Liu Piaopiao immediately rushed towards Wang Zihao.

Damn it, Wang Zihao's vision went dark, and when he saw the light again, he was already lying on the ground, with Liu Piaopiao's legs tightly locked around his neck.

Liu Piaopiao's scissor kick was well-deserved. Wang Zihao had learned it before and didn't dare to struggle at all.

The more you move, the tighter you are locked.

"Honey, save me!" Wang Zihao immediately asked Teacher Liu for help.

Liu Qianqian didn't make a move, and it was useless. She couldn't pick up the vase next to the sofa and smash it on Liu Piaopiao's head.

"Piaopiao!" She just reminded Liu Piaopiao to lower her legs lightly.

Seeing that asking for help was useless, Wang Zihao said angrily to Liu Piaopiao: "You asked Xiangxiang to ask me, and I answered you and then took action. What do you mean?"

Liu Xiangxiang became even more angry: "How did you answer? Was I confessing to you?"

Liu Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief. It was indeed her boyfriend who was talking nonsense and making Qimei angry.

The seventh sister is not that bad, she wants to poach her sister's corner.

Wang Zihao was unconvinced and said, "Tell me, who did you confess your love to?"

Liu Piaopiao's legs tightened again, and when Wang Zihao bared his teeth, he said "poof": "I confessed my love to Sunrise Dongfang, who confessed my love to you?"

"Isn't that me?" Wang Zihao insisted.

Liu Xiangxiang was confused, what happened?

Liu Piaopiao snorted coldly: "That's because I didn't know you were Sunrise Dongfang at the time. You lied to me."

"I didn't lie to you. You didn't think I was Sunrise Dongfang in the first place. You still confessed to Sunrise Dongfang with me in front of me. What does it have to do with me?" Wang Zihao twisted his neck. What's the point of having nice legs? There isn't much meat, so it hurts to pick it up.

It's still as good as Chen Tianxian, Xu Meili is also good, at least it has more meat and it doesn't hurt so much when pinched.

"Bah, you deliberately hid it from me, and you still made excuses!" Liu Piaopiao's legs tightened again.

Wang Zihao bared his teeth and I could smell the scent of an angel: "Relax a little, I can't breathe anymore."

So that was it, Liu Qianqian went back to the house and was too lazy to get involved.

Liu Xiangxiang wanted to laugh, the seventh sister was so pitiful.

Liu Pianpian didn't let go of her legs and turned to look at Wang Zihao, who had a head exposed under her butt: "Quickly apologize to me, I will...ah~"

Wang Zihao bit his ass.

Liu Piaopiao screamed, hurriedly threw her legs away, covered her butt, and crawled away in a hurry.

Liu Xiangxiang was stunned.

The seventh sister and the third brother-in-law are more ruthless than the other. They are worthy of being mortal enemies.

Is it always like this? Will the third sister be angry when she sees it?

"You are so shameless, using such a trick!" Liu Piaopiao was furious.

Wang Zihao rubbed his neck. There was something wrong with Liu Piaopiao's brain, but it was not hopeless.

She always left room for scissor kicks, otherwise with her strength, she could really break his neck.

Teacher Liu looks much gentler than Liu Piaopiao, but his legs are very strong, and they can pinch his waist so hard that he can't move at all.

"Bah, do you think I like biting my butt?" Wang Zihao said in disgust.

"Bah, do you think I didn't see the content in the video? You didn't just bite your butt." Of course, Liu Piaopiao said this in her heart and did not dare to say it out.

Doing bad things without letting others know is not a bad thing.

"Third brother-in-law, if you don't write it, the show will start." Liu Xiangxiang said anxiously.

Less than twenty minutes left.

"Don't worry, it won't take fifteen minutes. I can finish it in ten minutes." Wang Zihao picked up the pen and spread out the manuscript paper. "It's hard to write about people, but it's not easy to write about ghosts?"

Liu Qianqian came out of the room with a facial mask in her hand: "That's just right. I'll apply the mask for ten minutes."

I don’t know if my boyfriend can write an essay with a perfect score now. When my boyfriend took the college entrance examination, his essay definitely didn’t get a perfect score.

Otherwise, it would have been exposed long ago.

Afterwards, Wang Zihao was focused at his desk and writing.

Before he started painting, Wang Zihao’s handwriting speed was very slow and he even forgot how to write many words.

Now, of course, it is unobstructed, and every word pops out from the pen.

Liu Xiangxiang wanted to take a look, but was afraid of disturbing her third brother-in-law, so she hesitated.

Three minutes later, she couldn't bear it anymore and leaned over to take a look.

She was shocked at this sight. I thought that the third brother-in-law either wrote prose narratives or poetry.

Unexpectedly, neither.

It’s classical Chinese!

No wonder, he said he could finish it in ten minutes.

Classical Chinese is only for scholars.

However, there is no such thing as classical Chinese in ancient times. Classical Chinese is characterized by its emphasis on allusions, parallel antithesis, and neat rhythm, and includes various literary styles such as policy, poetry, lyrics, tunes, eight-legged essay, and parallel prose.

Classical Chinese writing also has a very distinctive feature: it is concise and concise.

Unlike modern articles, one sentence can expand into hundreds or thousands of words.

Classical Chinese can be said to be extremely streamlined, and even those without strong literary skills cannot understand its meaning.

But the classical Chinese article Liu Xiangxiang saw was very easy to understand.

I don’t say that I understand every sentence and every word, but I can probably guess what it means.

Five minutes later, Liu Piaopiao couldn't help but move over to take a look.

Oops, after I graduated, I didn’t study, but my literary quality actually improved. Can I understand classical Chinese?

Really, if you plant flowers deliberately, they will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will create shade.

Liu Piaopiao was overjoyed, the social university was the best!

Liu Qianqian covered her face mask, stood behind her boyfriend, and watched quietly.

After reading a few sentences, she was a little surprised.

My boyfriend can also write classical Chinese?

I discovered my boyfriend’s new skill.

What a treasure boy!

This is a story about not being afraid of ghosts, which shows that ghosts are not scary and people can completely conquer them.

Liu Qianqian silently appreciated this article.

"Okay!" Within ten minutes, Wang Zihao put away his pen.

Liu Xiangxiang's eyes were filled with stars: "Third brother-in-law, you are so awesome!"

Liu Piaopiao wanted to find fault, but didn't dare to find fault, because although she had no difficulty in reading, it did not mean that she could fully understand it.

What should I do if I find fault and expose myself as uneducated?

But seeing Wang Zihao's proud look, Liu Xiangxiang's admiring eyes, and even the deep love in the third sister's eyes, Liu Piaopiao couldn't help it anymore: "It's so mysterious, it's too flashy, and ancient prose is of no use."

Wang Zihao didn't want to quarrel with Liu Piaopiao over who was right and who was wrong, but he couldn't bear her words. He frowned and said, "You are an illiterate person. I sympathize with you. Your spiritual world is extremely empty."

Liu Piaopiao said disdainfully: "I just don't think it's useful, especially ancient prose."

"I once saw the names of a pair of twin siblings." Wang Zihao said, "The girl's name is Zhang Yixian, and the boy's name is Zhang Yizhu."

Liu Piaopiao suddenly felt proud: "What kind of name is this? Zhang Yizhu is not as good as Zhang Tiezhu."

Wang Zihao said: "The mother of these two brothers and sisters is called Li Huanian, and she died due to dystocia."

The dead man is the biggest one, Liu Piaopiao can't get angry anymore.

Wang Zihao sighed and read: "There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column misses the golden years. Zhuang Sheng is obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looks forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea has tears in its pearls, and the sun in the blue field is warm and jade produces smoke. This feeling Can we wait to reminisce about it? It was just that I was at a loss at the time.”

Liu Piaopiao scratched her head and ears, what do you mean?

After Liu Xiangxiang was stunned for a while, her eyes became brighter and brighter.

She had seen this poem in "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", and at that time she thought that among all the poems in calligraphy and painting, this poem was only average and excellent.

Now, she suddenly felt that she had been directly promoted to the top ranks.

Liu Qianqian was also a little moved, it was such a good name that made people admire her.

"One string and one column misses the Chinese years" makes people cry and becomes the most touching line in the whole poem.

There is also a story about the name.

Many people know the name Tu Youyou. She won the Nobel Prize in Medicine for discovering artemisinin.

The name comes from the Book of Songs: Yo yo, the deer roars, eating the apples of the wild. I have guests, harp blowing Sheng.

Indecent?

Does it sound good or not?

Not only is it elegant and nice to hear, but there is a big secret behind this name, because the last few lines of this poem are: Yo Yo, the deer roars, eating the wormwood in the wild. I have a guest, Deyin Kong Zhao.

This Artemisia is the Artemisia that Tu Youyou extracted artemisinin from.

It seemed that a name from ancient Chinese language had buried the foreshadowing of fate in her life.

Wang Zihao said: "Learning ancient prose cannot make us rich and powerful in an instant, and it is difficult to say that it will change the course of our lives. From this perspective, ancient prose is of little use. But if we really learn anything, we must If we want to be practical, then poetry and distance will only become farther and farther away from us.”

In a previous life, when he was in elementary school, his grandma enrolled Wang Zihao in a calligraphy class to learn soft-pen calligraphy.

The teacher was an old man with a goatee and a wrinkled face, but his waist was straight.

In the first calligraphy class, the grandfather did not teach the students how to hold the pen or the structure, but taught Tang poetry.

The old man told the students: "To learn to write, you must first learn poetry. If you don't understand the meaning of ancient poems, you won't be able to write with spirit."

So the old man wrote a Tang poem every day.

From "The dew is white tonight, the moon is bright in my hometown" to "Wave your hands and leave, the horses are whistling."

At that time, Wang Zihao didn't understand the meaning of these sentences at all, so he just memorized them by rote.

The old gentleman didn't teach them for long. He took the class for about half a month. As soon as he started copying the copybooks, he broke his leg and went to recuperate.

But later, Wang Zihao understood.

When he left his hometown and went to a key high school in the city, he understood why it was said that "the moon is the brightness of the hometown."

After graduating from college, when his classmates went their separate ways, he understood what it meant to "wave and go".

Classical Chinese did not increase the breadth of his life materially, but it increased the depth of his life spiritually.

Liu Xiangxiang picked up the essay about ghosts written by her third brother-in-law. The more she read it, the more she couldn't put it down. She couldn't help but take pictures, extract the text, and send it to the Chinese teacher.

More than ten miles away.

There was a middle-aged man named Song Yuanqiao, who was nearly fifty years old. He was a senior teacher. When he was filing for registration, he received a message.

The densely packed words made it obvious at a glance that it was a composition sent to him by a student.

After choosing the topic, he assigned the task to the students to write a composition!

The college entrance examination questions are almost all written by in-service teachers.

And these teachers are selected from certain schools.

Before the college entrance examination is over, these teachers can be said to be isolated from the world and cannot be released.

A teacher who had a very good relationship with Song Yuanqiao was selected. Song Yuanqiao was 80% sure that the essay question for this year's college entrance examination was about ghosts.

There is no fairness in the world, but the college entrance examination is the closest thing to fairness, and it can help many children from poor families change their lives.

"Written by Liu Xiangxiang?" Looking at Liu Xiangxiang's composition, Song Yuanqiao was a little surprised that it was actually in classical Chinese.

Liu Xiangxiang was recommended, and it didn't matter whether she took the college entrance examination or not.

But she still wrote it, Song Yuanqiao secretly sighed, she was indeed a proud woman of heaven.

After reading Liu Xiangxiangfa's composition, Song Yuanqiao was shocked.

On the surface, it is saying that ghosts are not scary, but in fact, it is saying that humans are scarier than ghosts.

There was a saying that was very popular in the early years and has been said badly: Hell is empty and the devil is in the world.

There is another sentence that is more artistic: It rains heavily, and hundreds of ghosts walk at night. There are people among them, who are happier than the ghosts.

This composition by Liu Xiangxiang does not seem to have such negative energy, but that is what it means.

Not only are ghosts not scary, they are no match for humans at all. (End of chapter)