Soon San Lang Xuan'an came over with paper, ink, pen and inkstone, not to mention how well he learned, just this momentum and the complete range of those tools are enough to bluff people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everything was placed on the table of the Eight Immortals, and Old Man Xuan also put the repaired stool on the table: "You all sit down and read books together, and your grandmother and I will not disturb you on the kang." ”

Ma Shi has something in her heart, she has to let Xuanwen Bao keep an eye on it to rest assured, so she said to Li Qiaolian: "Qiaolian, you go and call your fifth uncle, and let your fifth uncle help San Lang remember the point, so that he doesn't remember everything." ”

Li Qiaolian went to find Xuan Wenbao very obediently, anyway, she didn't know much about this, so she just had to do whatever she wanted.

This old man Xuan didn't object: "That's right, the fifth child has also been tested as a child, and this can also be followed to guide San Lang." ”

At this time, Xuan An was like a duck roasted on the fire, uncomfortable, but he had no ability to resist.

Xuan Wenbao came in with his shoes in tow.

Ma summoned them: "A few of you should also go to the kang, the ground is cold, and it is warm on the kang table." ”

Xuan Wenbao consciously took off his shoes and put them on the kang, he didn't want to be on the ground, it was cold.

Xuan Miao'er and Xuan Anhao also moved to the side of the kang table, the ground was cold, and the sister and brother were also unceremoniously on the kang.

Ma didn't move, she didn't have any facial expressions when she sat there, and Xuan Miao'er couldn't guess what she was thinking, but she didn't care about them.

But Xuan Miao'er is not stupid, she took two mats and put them on Xuan Anhao and herself.

Xuan Anben took the book and his eyebrows were about to be twisted together, and the old man Xuan looked at him: "Look at it, this San Lang is also yes, just ask the questions you can't figure out, it's okay to ask your fifth uncle, it's okay to go to Shiro, why are you worried?"

In fact, this matter is the misunderstanding of Old Man Xuan, how did he know that Xuan An frowned because he didn't like to read, not because he couldn't understand it.

Ma also thought that what Old Man Xuan said was true: "Look at your child, then ask your fifth uncle, and he is not an outsider." ”

Xuan Wenbao knows Xuan An's thoughts better than anyone else, how can he really read seriously, but since he is not motivated, then he has to follow Ma Shi and say: "But no, San Lang, even if I didn't get into Xiucai, but I can discuss it with you, if you have anything, just ask me to go, won't we still be able to find Shiro, Shiro won't, you can still go to Mr." ”

Xuan An is really uncomfortable now, but he still has to pretend: "I just like to think about it myself, I really can't think of it, I really have to ask the fifth uncle and Shiro." ”

Xuan Anhao can see a few points now, this San Lang is really a person who doesn't like to learn, but he is happy, so he won't teach him well, and now he is still on the side of Ma's, so he must teach him well.

He took a pen and paper and looked at Xuan Anben and asked, "Brother San Lang, if you don't understand anything, I'll see if I can understand." He asked politely, not arrogantly.

Xuan Anben scratched his head: "I don't understand much about the last page you wrote for me last time." Xuan An didn't know which one to say, because he didn't know too much, and he didn't even know how to ask, so he just said it casually.

Xuan Anhao was almost not surprised, because the last page was not a test question, but a poem written by a candidate in the scientific examination the year before last, and he thought it was good, and that day he was also talking about the examination of children, and Old Man Xuan praised his handwriting well, so he wrote it himself.

It's embarrassing now, because I can't talk about it, but this proves Xuan Miao'er's guess, Ma doesn't trust them, and he didn't let Xuan Anben look at those things of his own, because even if Xuan Anben is stupid, he won't know what it is, and it may be that Xuan Anben himself didn't want to study hard.

Anyway, no matter what it is, there is no need to debunk him: "I also think that the poems on the last page are written with deep meaning, but poetry is also a kind of artistic conception that a person understands, so I will write what I understand to Brother San Lang." ”

After speaking, Xuan Anhao took a pen and paper, wrote a sentence of the original sentence, and annotated a sentence at the back, he wrote big, and this piece of paper was full without much writing, and then changed to another piece of paper and continued to write.

It was nothing at first, but after writing more than ten sheets, Ma began to feel sorry for this paper and ink, according to Xuan Anhao's way of writing, how many pieces of paper do you have to write?

I saw Xuan Anhao over there take another piece of clean paper, and she couldn't help it: "Shiro, your character is too big, and it's not convenient to look at it when you write it like this." ”

Xuan Anxu knew that Ma was distressed about paper and ink, and he was happy: "Grandmother, my brother Sanlang must be the most anxious time at this time, the words are too small and easy to hurt his eyes, he still has to pick up the lamp and read it at night, this word is bigger, he looks comfortable." ”

Ma's mouth moved, and he didn't know what to say, because it made sense, but how much was this paper?

Old Man Xuan glared at Ma: "Look at you, don't pick the places that should be picked, pick the places that shouldn't be picked, the silver that should be spent on learning is not blind in vain, Shiro, write, continue to write." ”

"Knowing my grandfather, then I continued to write. Xuan Anhao wrote in detail, and there were more than a dozen pieces of paper sprinkled with joy.

Xuan Wenbao looked at them, he was very happy, anyway, it was none of his business, he was warm here, and there was tea to drink, which was good.

Ma kicked Xuan Wenbao with his foot and motioned for him to look at the point.

Xuan Wenbao pretended not to know and continued to drink tea.

After Xuan Anhao finished writing, he handed it to Xuan Anben: "Brother San Lang, just see if this is enough." "These are the analysis of a poem, and it has nothing to do with any scientific research or anything like that.

Xuan An's head is big, why is there so much, he doesn't know what to look at, the more this thing he has, the more confused he becomes, but he can't say that he can't understand it, right?

"I understand, Shiro wrote in detail. Xuan Anben took the paper and looked at it.

Old Man Xuan was happy: "Okay, Shiro, you can write something for Brother San Lang, let him read it for the next two days, and it won't be when the time comes, so I'm asking you." ”

Xuan Anhao was not polite, and wrote everything he thought, anyway, it was detailed enough, this time, the stack of papers is about to bottom.

Xuan Miao'er motioned to Xuan Anhao with her eyes to stop writing, and the paper was gone, and now she couldn't go to the town to buy it, and if she didn't get it, she had to go back to her house to get it.

Xuan Anhao didn't understand Xuan Miaoer's inner meaning, but he also knew that he wouldn't let himself write, so he quickly put away the pen.

Xuan Miaoer said: "It's enough to write these today, and it's not easy to digest if you write too much at once." ”

Ma's eyes kept staring at the papers, thinking that they would run out quickly, so he said that it was too late to go to town to buy them now, so let Xuan Miaoer go home and get some, but what was going on? Why are there so many pieces of paper left, so I don't need them?

Xuan An breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't write it, and even if he didn't remember it when he wrote it, his brain hurt: "It's also, it's not good to understand it for a while." ”