It seems that he doesn't like Confucianism after all, Bu An glanced back at the bonfire by the river bank in the distance, and vaguely saw the Jiang brothers sitting straight, smiling and shaking their heads. Aren't you tired of holding it like that?

Haruyama followed him, rarely holding the qin, so he looked a little embarrassed, as if he didn't know where to put his hands properly.

"Childe is inspired again?" she lowered her head, just in time to see her chest. Is it crushed? No...... As soon as he thought of this, a red glow flew on his snow-white face.

Bu An didn't notice the change in Qingshan's expression, but just pretended to be angry and said, "It's me who is jealous, those two nerds are always secretly targeting you." ”

Qingshan bit his lip and was hesitating to say something, Bu An suddenly laughed and turned his head: "Lie to you!"

I see...... A trace of disappointment floated in Qingshan's heart, but he smiled and raised his face, and said forcefully: "I knew that Childe lied to me." ”

Bu An turned his head, sighed secretly, and suddenly asked, "Do you think I'm a good person?"

"Of course Childe is a good person. Haruyama replied as a matter of course.

Is this really the case? Even if you cross over, do you still have to get a good person card? Bu An asked again with some unwillingness: "I mean, the kind of ...... that is particularly good?"

"That's not ......" Qingshan said in his heart: Bu Gongzi, you are sometimes good or bad, don't you know?

If you are not a particularly good person, then there is still hope!" Bu An grinned, and when he turned his head again, he already looked relaxed: "I am not speculative with those Confucian students, and I don't want to have nothing to say." ”

"But Son, you are also a Confucian student. Haruyama smiled.

"Do you think I look like a Confucian student?" asked Bu'an.

“...... Not very much. Haruyama thought for a moment before answering.

"That's it, it's all a mistake that I can enter Tianmu Academy!" Bu An rolled his eyes, found a haystack and sat down, then moved the place to make way for a piece.

Haruyama hesitated for a moment before sitting down next to him with a blushing heartbeat.

"This time you didn't bring the piano, I'll sing a sentence, you can sing a sentence. Bu An said with a smile.

Sure enough, it was to teach me a new song. Qingshan said "um" softly, and suddenly became a little nervous, if Bu Gongzi sang those "want to pick flowers and are reluctant", how could he be embarrassed to sing with him.

Peace of mind, peace of mind...... She kept meditating in her heart, trying to get rid of distractions. Bu Gongzi doesn't like me, and I don't like Bu Gongzi...... Step Boy doesn't like me, so I don't like Step Boy either......

In a trance, a slightly muffled singing voice sounded in her ears.

"I walked over the ridge, the ridge was full of autumn colors, the branches and leaves were golden, and the wind was whining, as if it was singing the praises of the seasons......"

The straightforward and simple lyrics are as clean as this golden-eyed field, and the strange and warm melody is as intoxicating as the breeze blowing in her face, and the song gently tugs at Qingshan's heartstrings and sweeps away the panic in her heart, but why did it stop abruptly?

Haruyama looked sideways at Bu'an, with a faint smile on the delicate face that was close at hand, not like a dilemma when he couldn't remember the lyrics or melody.

"Does that sound good?" asked Bu'an.

"Hmm......" Haruyama smiled softly and naturally, as if he had forgotten all his previous doubts and crampedness.

"Okay, what are you still doing in a daze? Bu An glared at her.

"Ahh

It was the first time that Bu An saw her smile so carefree, and she was stunned for a while.

"Childe?" Haruma shook his palm.

"Don't be in a daze this time...... Bu An quickly turned his head, re-brewed his emotions, and sang in a low voice.

Qingshan couldn't sing as low as Bu'an, so under Bu'an's signal, he raised an octave to sing.

Under the blue sky, there are farmers bending over to harvest in the golden fields, and two people sitting side by side on the low haystacks, temporarily forgetting their troubles, immersed in the songs that belong to another time and space, singing and correspondingly, tacitly and naturally, until the lyrics come to an end.

"I walked on the ridge, my heart is full of autumn colors, if I have you with me, you will accompany me, relive the joy of the past......"

After Bu'an finished singing this paragraph, Qingshan opened his mouth and closed it, shouting in his heart: It must be on purpose!

"Why don't you sing?" Bu An said with a grin, "If you don't sing, I won't teach." ”

Qingshan stood up generously and naturally, and proudly spread his hands towards Bu'an: "Childe doesn't need to teach anymore, Qingshan has already learned." As he spoke, he turned his head and walked towards the bonfire on the shore, and walked a few steps before turning around and smiling: "The geese are ripe, and if you don't go, you won't be able to eat them......

Who wants to eat what wild goose meat!

Bu An touched his stomach and sighed, and said in his heart that the piano master who was about to get his hands slipped away, and he couldn't even eat game, so the loss would be too great.

Walking back to the river bank with Qingshan from a distance, he took the roasted duck leg from Su Su's hand, and found that the eyes of the people in the Seven Divisions were not quite right.

Deng Xiaoxian sighed meaningfully and said: "You guys weren't there just now, Miss Song Manqiu said that in the whole Jiangnan, the person she admires the most is the step of Tianmu Academy......"

Haruman covered his mouth and smiled hurriedly to hide the past.

Bu An looked at the serious appearance of the people in the Seven Divisions, and then saw that Song Manqiu's expression did not change at all, only to find that the entire Seven Divisions did not have a good person even if Su Su and Hui Yuan were counted - when this Song girl said these words, they could pretend that they couldn't see it at all.

"Really, how did I hear he wasn't good at all?" said Ayume shrugged and sat down.

Qingshan added another sentence: "I also heard that the son always loves thin and innocent women." ”

The two of them took a gear, and they said it very seriously, without revealing it at all.

Song Manqiu hadn't spoken yet, Kong Ling had already rushed to say: "That's called romance, people are not romantic." ”

"Really?" Bu An glanced at Qingshan, and said in his heart, you see how high the consciousness of others is, study hard, take a bite of the goose meat and say: "What is there to admire about that person? Didn't you just copy a few poems?"

"He said that he copied it, right?" Kong Ling rolled his eyes and said, "The bird's ambition is ......."

Bu An smiled helplessly, glanced at Deng Xiaoxian and them, and his eyes seemed to say: You don't have any good things, you want to see other Song girls' jokes, right?

"Miss Song just said that the three words of the Walking Dao are all rare in the world...... But the sum of those three words is not as deafening as the seven-character quatrain on the Lanting Xia Collection. Luo Qingting said with a straight face.

Bu An was stunned, and said in his heart that this Song girl was not stupid, she actually knew what the poem was about.

"Really?" he asked casually with a smile.

"Don't laugh!" Kong Ling said suddenly: "This is what my uncle said. ”

Bu'an spread his hands, and said in his heart that it was no wonder.

"Miss Song might as well tell me, what's so wonderful about that poem?" said Haruma seriously. This time she was really serious, not pretending.

"Uncle Shi said this, there is a reason for him. Song Manqiu smiled very measuredly, obviously unwilling to say more. Kong Ling and the Jiang brothers also kept silent.

Qingshan then turned his gaze to Bu'an, probably thinking that he wrote the poem, and no one would know the truth better than him.

"Let me guess. Bu An chewed the meat of the goose and deliberately thought for a while before saying, "I'm afraid this poem is scolding, right?"

The faces of the four people from Qufu Academy were stunned at the same time, and Song Manqiu and Kong Ling even glanced at each other.

Of course, the people of the Seven Divisions noticed this detail, but they were also a little surprised, there was not a single dirty word in this poem, the artistic conception was very much, and the reason was right, how could it be a curse?

Bu An chewed the goose meat in his mouth over and over again, but he never swallowed it, and the people who were waiting for him to go on became more and more anxious.

"No matter how delicious this piece of meat is, it won't taste good if you've been chewing it for so long, right?" Kong Ling was the first to wait, looking at Bu'an's non-moving mouth with a smile.

"Hey! yes!" Bu'an suddenly realized, and suddenly spit out the goose meat that had been chewed into the fire, and said with a frown: "It turns out that even if it is a good thing, it tastes bad after chewing it for so long......"

Kong Ling laughed, probably thinking that this little scholar was so stupid, and he didn't even know such a simple truth. The Jiang brothers' eyes showed a trace of disdain, only Song Manqiu frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something.

"Then you've been chewing it for two thousand years, do you still have a taste?" asked Bu An with a curious expression.

Before the words fell, Song Manqiu, Kong Ling, and the Jiang brothers showed shocked expressions on their faces at the same time.

Confucius did say something similar, but it was far less vivid and direct than the person in front of him.

After chewing on the sage cloud for 2,000 years, does it still have a taste?

Ask the canal to be as clear as promised, for there is a source of living water. Confucian cultivators all over the world only know how to seek specialization with their own will, which leads to the devotion of the heavenly heroes, but in this way, where is there still living water entering the canal? Isn't it a little strange to take a pool of stagnant water to govern the country through the world?

This is, of course, a scolding poem, which has almost scolded all the Confucian practitioners in the world.

In front of his own master, senior sister and Song Qing, Bu An didn't want to say it like this, but as early as Tianmu Academy, he had figured this out himself.

"Let's go! Go back to the city!" Bu An wiped the oil off his hands, got up and beckoned everyone from the Seven Divisions, stepped on the fire extinguisher, and then walked away.

On the way, Luo Qingting was puzzled: "Why didn't Bu Ye show his name?

Bu An'an said, you don't know how troublesome it is to be pestered to recite poetry.

He rode on a horse, looking like a leisurely fieldman, and said leisurely:

"The world laughs at me for being crazy, and the aura does not flow to outsiders. ”

"The wine cup flower branch hermit fate, the aura does not flow into the field of outsiders. ”

"If life is only as it is first seen, the aura will not flow to outsiders. ”

"Affectionate parting since ancient times, the aura will never flow to outsiders. ”

......

Deng Xiaoxian, Zhang Blind and others all laughed happily, but the more Qingshan listened, the more frightened he became, and he only felt that cold sweat was pouring out on his back. These seemingly ridiculous oil pairs, the first sentence, she has never heard of it, but Bu Gongzi actually read it casually, endlessly, if he has a manuscript of these poems?

Haruyama really didn't dare to think about it anymore.