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Yuan Qiuhua walked through the lobby, bypassed the aisle, and entered the backyard.

In the middle of the courtyard is the patio, which has a rockery, a small bridge and flowing water, and a bonsai of 'flowers' under it. There are four wings on the left and right sides of the patio, the south side is the kitchen, utility room, and thatched room, the two rooms on the left are bedrooms and living rooms, and the two rooms on the right are study rooms and library rooms. There are bookshelves lined up in the library, stacked with books, and there is a row of desks and benches for those who like to read books to read the family's collection of books for generations, and the books are divided into 'doors', the left half is 'adult' reading, and the right half is children's books, all of which are open to the clan for free for borrowing.

Yuan Qiuhua explained the intention of visiting, and Xie Qingyuan's wife led her to the 'door' of the study and met the patriarch for a detailed discussion.

In the study, bookcases are placed on each wall, like a library. Passing by the window, she glanced at Xie Qingyuan in the study, holding a 'hairy' pen, practicing calligraphy. There is a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, a spread out sticker, a 'jade' stone paperweight pressed in the middle of the desk, and a magnifying glass on the side of the post.

He was tall, thin, nearly sixty years old, with a long face, a large mouth, a square nose, thick earlobes, and a goatee on his chin. All year round, you are either wearing Tang costumes, or Hanfu, autumn and winter are sky blue 'color' cardigan coats, cotton blue 'pants', black 'color' cloth shoes, 'spring' and summer are pure white silk 'pants', paper fans shake gently, sunglasses push forehead, walking in the streets and alleys, like a fortune teller, appearing in the cultural center, lupine cloth clothes, hand cloth shoes, polite and polite, elegant conversation, like a literary and artistic worker, holding a thread to bind books, walking in the countryside and fields, shaking his head, 'chanting' poems and reciting words, and like a 'private' Mr. school.

The feather fan in the hand, the red sandalwood 'color', the silk fan surface, embroidered with the traditional Chinese 'flower' flower and cloud pattern, the ancient 'color' is ancient, elegant and generous. On the fan, there are "Six Regrets" written by the literary master Shen Congwen, the official line of "private" songs, regretting when you are poor; you are not frugal when you are rich, and you regret when you are poor; you learn a lot of art, and you regret when you are outdated; you regret when you see things; you regret when you see things; you are drunk and speak wildly, and you regret when you wake up; you can't rest, and you regret when you are sick.

Master Shen's calligraphy is a priceless treasure. Xiangyang Lake, which is about 20 miles away from the old local government office, is the location of the former Central 57 Cadre School. In 69, Shen Congwen was sent from Beijing to Wuqi Cadre School to participate in labor reform. It is rumored in the local area that the Pekingese, wearing Western clothes, wearing watches, living well, eating well, want to go back to Beijing, but can't go back. At that time, the village cadres and residents had a lot of contempt for the cultural people who were "assigned" and "exiled" to the cadre schools, and there was no shortage of robberies in their behavior, and there was no shortage of stealing and robbing from time to time. Shen Congwen is in his old age, frail and sickly, responsible for guarding the vegetable garden, blasting 'chickens' to drive pigs and cattle, and preventing people from 'touching' melons.

Xie Qingxi studied at the regional teacher college, admired the teacher, was sincere and studious, diligent and motivated, like-minded, and formed a 'door' relationship with Shen Congwen. In 71 years, Shen Congwen moved to a broken classroom in Shuangxi Town, 30 miles away, where he basked in the sun indoors, watched the waterfall in the rain room, jumped high under the feet of frogs, and ran horses on the 'bed' of mice. Xie Qingxi went to visit the teacher on time, brought some food and clothing, helped with the work, and renovated the roof. Shen Congwen fell ill, and he also carried him to the hospital for treatment and accompanied the 'bed' care. When his illness stabilized, he took his teacher to his home to recuperate, and served him like a son taking care of his father. During this period, Shen Congwen was in a good mood and left Mobao. After recovering from his illness, Shen Congwen returned to Beijing, and then recommended Xie Qingxi to go to Wuhan University for further study.

The son pestered Yuan Qiuhua and made noise, wanting to climb the rockery and picking 'flowers' and 'flowers'.

Xie Qingyuan's wife bent down and hugged him: Good grandson, too 'milk' will take you to eat candy, okay?

After his son left, Yuan Qiuhua knocked lightly on the 'door' of the room three times.

Xie Qingyuan opened the 'door' and let her into the study.

Xie Qingyuan wore a gray cotton robe, a cotton horse coat, and cotton shoes, and looked at the clothes of his ancient literati. Yuan Qiuhua has long heard the clansmen say, in fact, the patriarch is a happy person, very funny and funny, likes to play haha, frolic, funny and funny, serious words, witty words, and hidden in playful jokes. The words are light and meaningful, I didn't think at the time, one day because of something, I suddenly woke up, it turned out that he had something in his words, there was something in the matter, it turned out that there were people in people, there was a sky outside the sky, I understood that he was implicitly referring to something, and he smiled, and admired it more and more.

Yuan Qiuhua also knows that the more he lives, the more informal he becomes, the older he gets, the more naughty he becomes, laughing with his juniors, no matter how big or small, no matter how big or small, he doesn't talk about dignity and humility, and he is more like an old naughty boy. Although in an informal place, he is an old naughty boy, and when he arrives at a serious occasion, the patriarch begins to ask questions, but he is majestic, with a unique majesty, and a boldness. His motives for judging things are quite pure, and he has always defended the good people who do good deeds, and severely punished the bad people who make 'waves', and he is not afraid of offending the villains, even if he offends a large group of people who are related to his relatives, he must be impartial, uphold justice, maintain public interests, and maintain family order.

In the room, a pot of charcoal fire is burning vigorously, red, warm, hot, and the room temperature is pleasant. Xie Qingyuan moved the chair and put it by the brazier, waved his hand, and motioned for Yuan Qiuhua to sit down and roast the fire.

Yuan Qiuhua looked around, as far as the eye could see, there were books on all sides, she couldn't help but be overjoyed, stretched out her hand to flip through it: Wow, wow, like a library, tsk, there are so many ancient books!

Xie Qingyuan said: Haha, when a book lover sees a book, it is like a drunkard smelling the aroma of wine, his eyes are burning, and his eyes are shining with the light of a thief's eyes!

Yuan Qiuhua was stunned: Seeing these ancient books that I can't buy, I just want to steal them. To tell you a little trick 'door', when I was in Wuhan, I often went to the ancient bookstore on Lanling Road to be naughty, and when I came across an out-of-print and couldn't afford it, I took a set of old books in my hand, secretly put the cover on the out-of-print, put the old books back on the shelves, and then held the out-of-print in my hand, and swaggered out.

Xie Qingyuan clapped his hands and laughed: You kid, you are indeed naughty, the ancient spirit is 'fine' and weird, but Kong Yi has already said, "A scholar is not a thief." These books of mine are open to the clansmen for free, you don't have to be scheming, you can borrow and read which one you like, and remember to return it.

Yuan Qiuhua closed the book in hand: Today, the contemptible people will borrow this Chinese version of the Tao Te Ching, is it feasible?

Xie Qingyuan said: Okay! Good goods meet people who know goods, fortunately and happy! Good books meet book lovers, and it is also pleasant!

Yuan Qiuhua said: Maxima often exists, but Bole does not often have, therefore, the scholar is the one who knows the death of the one! Tang suddenly visited, disturbing Yaxing, ashamed!

Xie Qingyuan said: When I saw you for the first time, you were still shaved bald, barefoot, running around the house, and lively 'interjecting', I thought it was a boy, but when I asked your father, I knew that it was a naughty little girl. Ling Zun, Ling Tang, how are you doing lately?

Yuan Qiuhua said: Thanks to your old blessings, strict family, and kindness, all the years are quiet! Forgive the younger generation for being presumptuous, relying on the 'friendship' of the fathers, I have the courage to ask for advice.

Xie Qingyuan said: Well, what's the matter? But it doesn't hurt to say it.

Yuan Qiuhua said: I don't know what to do with the white couplet, so I'm here to ask for advice, I'm disturbed, please forgive me!

Xie Qingyuan said: Well, don't say anything, let's have a cup of tea.

Yuan Qiuhua said: Before I sat down, you served tea to the guests? I really can't see where there is a little politeness to the guests, and even the etiquette and etiquette are all about the horse's heart.

Xie Qingyuan said: Who is here? Who is it, and what is the business?

Yuan Qiuhua said: Rong Xiao's 'female' son reports her family's 'door', her contemptible surname is Yuan, and her cheap name is Qiuhua, she is a junior in the clan and a nobody. Originally a resident of the town, now married to a farmer in Xie He, is a farmer's 'woman', mainly farming, supplemented by planting 'flowers', writing code characters, is a hobby.

Xie Qingyuan said: 'Female' Xiucai, looking for old decay, why? Believe, don't follow people, let alone the wrong person, one mistake will cause eternal hatred!

Yuan Qiuhua said: Ask the hexagram of the white couplet, is it a bad omen? How deep is the water? Is there a torpedo, is there a way to solve the problem of the future of the family?

Xie Qingyuan said: People have a living face, a tree has a living bark, people have left a name, and a goose has left a voice. In the cholera family, no one abides by the 'woman' way, but everyone lives a good life, how did they convince themselves? This even my people are amazed!

The Xie family should talk about it by themselves, and don't let others talk about it, so that they can use their reasoning to refute other people's reasoning. To fight wits and courage with the opponent, the most ingenious strategy is to do the opposite, speak noncommittally, advance or attack, retreat and defend, and reserve room for maneuver. Yuan Qiuhua pretended to be a 'confused' authority, ignorant and stupid, confused, no matter what he did, he didn't talk about it himself, let others talk about it.

The bystanders are clear, and they say it bluntly, but Yuan Qiuhua deliberately interrupted: One moment of surprise, two moments of surprise, three moments of surprise, the last days of surprise, and three shots of surprise, I have seen them all, but I don't know what surprise you mean? Please pull it out and explain it carefully!

Xie Qingyuan said: Life is short, time is limited, don't live for others, and don't imagine that others will pave the way and build bridges for you.

Yuan Qiuhua said: This is a brainless statement, what do you want to express? I don't understand, can you change the word?

Xie Qingyuan said: Avoid shame and shame, cover up ugliness, 'desire' cover up, the more you depict it, the darker it becomes, it's better not to say it. When you hear things that have nothing to do with it, you pretend to be deaf when you hear it, and you become dumb when you see it, so that you don't cause trouble and get burned.

Yuan Qiuhua said: Bai couplet, why don't I understand it at all? Excuse me, give me a detailed explanation!

Xie Qingyuan said: This matter has nothing to do with you, you are not suspected, who is the relevant party?

Yuan Qiuhua said: In black and white, it is not announced? It is equivalent to pasting a big-character poster, so you are not afraid that the parties concerned will sue them for slander and go to court?

Xie Qingyuan said: What is wrong with Xuan in his position? What they have done is not only in violation of the law of the country, but also against the rules of the clan, and they are not afraid of Pu Gongtang, so what are we afraid of?

Yuan Qiuhua said: Paper can't hold the fire, and the wall is down and everyone pushes it!

Xie Qingyuan said: The air-dropped time bomb explodes at the right point, and it is unforgivable to inflict its own evil. You are a newcomer, and I advise you to stay away, lest blood be splashed on your new clothes.

Yuan Qiuhua said: But I am also one of the family members, how can I escape alone?

Xie Qingyuan said: For His Holiness, you know, but you are only obsessed with the hidden evil and ugliness of the family, but I am the head of a family, and I must uphold righteousness.

Yuan Qiuhua said: To prove that they are unforgivable, you must first convince me. First have the inside, then have face, otherwise, don't blame me for not giving you face! Please don't forget, I have a bald pen in my hand, which is worth thousands of troops!

Xie Qingyuan said: Three days later, I will convene a small family meeting, and you will come to observe!

Yuan Qiuhua said: Thank you! Wait for the good news, I will be with you.

Xie Qingyuan said: There is a risk in doing good deeds, if you offend the villain, you may be in trouble, do bad things to deceive the world, and offend the gentleman, maybe you are originally a villain.