"Hello, uncle!"

Jiafeng greeted Teacher Yang respectfully, not daring to be abrupt, why not call him "teacher"? Jiafeng felt that there was more respect than kindness, and called his uncle look like a family.

But I didn't dare to be abrupt, and I called like Fei Fei,

Teacher Yang is very easy-going, polite greetings, Jiafeng feels very presumptuous, embarrassed, the teacher is different, Jiafeng is also quite related, so he naturally has a sense of closeness to Teacher Yang, sympathize with each other, and return the favor.

Intellectuals are good at communicating, they all have endless topics (common language), and Jiafeng's usual efforts are not in vain.

"There is a golden house in the book, Yan Ruyu in the book, and a thousand Zhongsu in the book."

Knowledge is always valuable, and "heroes" always have their place, although "they may not be of much use".

Sad, happy?

"There is a fate to meet thousands of miles away, but there is no chance to meet on the other side." "There are fewer than a thousand glasses of wine for a confidant, and there is no speculation in more than half a sentence."

"It's the first time for the small family to come to Bashi, so let's have a good time here, and get acquainted with the local customs with the sisters and brothers......"

Teacher Yang was a little disgusted with Jiafeng, "You can just come and play, why bother to buy so many things?" ”

After speaking, he took out a pack of white sand, an ordinary five-yuan pack of cigarettes, took it out and handed it to Jiafeng, "Smoke one......

"I don't smoke it......" Jiafeng dare to make a mistake, he has to leave a good impression, but he rejected Mr. Yang's kindness, maybe the politeness and hypocrisy in the world are caused by both sides, not unilaterally.

Forgot to smoke Mr. Yang? Don't dare!

"Well, young people don't smoke well...... I can't quit......" Teacher Yang ended with a sentence, "You are casual, don't be polite, just like in your own home......"

Jiafeng is like his relatives, friends, and students, Teacher Yang is good, with such an elder's style, the child naturally inherits a lot.

Only talk about Fengyue, don't talk about business, a gentleman's friend!

Fei Fei walked away, deliberately, she didn't leave an inch just now, but now she is gone.

Jiafeng didn't know if he lacked self-confidence, and was a little uncomfortable, but he quickly calmed down, because although Teacher Yang couldn't talk freely and eloquently like the previous teachers, he was finally friendly, there is no doubt about it; gave a little warmth, but the identity of Fei Fei's father, the distance and gap between generations are always faint.

Jiafeng wanted to use the exchange of scriptures and Taoism to dilute this embarrassing situation.

"Teacher Yang, Fei Fei said that you are very good at ancient literature, and I don't know much about reading "Dream of Red Mansions", so I want to ask you for advice......"

"Oh, Xiaojia is so studious, you can ask......" Teacher Yang talked about academic issues, and the interest also came up.

Since Jiafeng started, he took the plunge and came to three questions.

"Reading is very useful, reading in ancient times can solve a qiē problem, Baoyu is also considered to have studied through the past and the present, how can he seem to be helpless about practical problems, there can be many ways, elopement, raise a beloved, marry Daiyu a few years later......"

"Now, if you don't have the financial ability, you need to rely on family support, so it can't be as easy as Jia Lian to raise Second Sister You." Mr. Yang uses a secular perspective to answer the question of the beginning of love.

Jiafeng continued to ask: "Lin Daiyu is the daughter of Jia's mother's biological daughter, and she is the only maternal granddaughter, why doesn't she ...... And let Xue Baochai and Jia Baoyu get married, from the emotional point of view, why can't they figure it out? ”

According to the research of a red scientist, Lin Daiyu's mother Jia Min is the only biological daughter of Jia's mother, Jia Baoyu's father Jia Zheng is still under the name of Jia's mother.

"Why do you know so well...... Maybe that's fate...... No one can help you...... You have to grasp the ...... on your own."

The last question, "I remember the first time I read "Dream of Red Mansions", I felt that the sisters and sisters in it were like fairies, but when I watched the TV series later, why didn't I have this feeling?" ”

"This is the difference between being uneducated and having a culture...... "The stone is shattering, the university is here! The article was originally written by a genius, not everyone can shoot it, this is the difference between an article and a TV series.

Realistic version, fatalism and genius theory, then another masterpiece of red studies was born!

"Rich families don't need to buy fertile land, there are thousands of millets in the book; There is no need to raise a hall to live in peace, and there is a golden house in the book; Don't hate to go out with no one, there are many cars and horses in the book; Don't hate unscrupulous matchmakers when marrying a wife, there is Yan Ruyu in the book; If a boy follows his life's aspirations, he reads the Six Classics to the window. ”

The erudite and elegant teacher Yang is quite complacent, but who knows that the communication that goes deep into the soul is ruthlessly drunk!

When the two were talking about **, Fei Fei's mother and daughter fell from the sky without any warning.

There are so many benefits for reading people, but at this time, it is useless to be a scholar.

"Lao Yang, don't go to cook yet, I'm going to eat in a restaurant......" Feifei's mother is like Wang Xifeng, giving orders and beating "Mandarin Ducks" (exchanges between intellectuals).

Teacher Yang seemed to have a grudge on his face, but he didn't say a word and went to the kitchen.

Sitting alone, if there is a mouse hole in the living room, it is estimated that Jiafeng has the heart to drill.

At this moment, not only Jiafeng lost face, but Teacher Yang was also swept away, and Fei Fei was in full view.

It's not embarrassing, it's like sitting on pins and needles.