Yan Buwen was reading in the house, while Xiao Rong was running up and down, washing vegetables and cooking, waiting for Mr. Chen, Mrs. Chen came back, read a few books and felt bored, Yan Buwen came to the kitchen, Xiao Rong was using a bamboo pipe to blow air into the stove, and after a while, the fire in the stove was boiling, and then added a few firewoods to it, so that there was no need for people to watch behind the stove, Xiao Rong also freed up her body to cut vegetables and stir-fry vegetables in front of the stove. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yan Buwen grew up in the countryside, and he also has this kind of stove at home, and now he has a sense of familiarity when he sees it.

"Uncle, why did you come to the pot?" Xiao Rong asked, people like Yan Buwen who read books generally don't come to the kitchen, they only eat and read, so Xiao Rong only felt surprised when she saw Yan Buwen coming, but then she understood, "Uncle, I'm afraid I'm hungry, wait a minute, at six o'clock, my wife, my wife will come back." ”

Yan Buwen smiled: "I'm not hungry, I'm not in a hurry, I'm just idle, come out and take a look, you go to stir-fry, and I'll wash the rest of the dishes." ”

Yan Buwen is not the kind of person who has machismo without touching the spring water with ten fingers, when he used to struggle in Shanghai, he was still used to cooking by himself, but after crossing over, Xiao Rong always took care of him considerately, and Yan Buwen became lazy.

"Uncle, just let me come, you go and read the book." Xiao Rongqian said with a smile, this fourteen-year-old girl adheres to the fine tradition of being able to go up to the hall and down to the kitchen.

Yan Buwen got started directly: "I'll come, the book is nothing to look at." ”

Yan Buwen has no interest in those thick thread-bound books, so he usually reads novels, or looks at the gossip of female stars just now, and passes the time, which is not as interesting as cooking with Xiao Rong.

"Aren't the books pretty? I've heard people say that there are beautiful women and houses made of gold. Xiao Rong said with a smile, Xiao Rong only followed Miss Chen to study for a year or two when she was a child, and she knew only a limited number of words, and then she took care of housework in Chen's house, and she had no opportunity to learn, but only occasionally chattered with Miss Chen.

"There is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book." Yan Buwen said, while washing the vegetables in the basin, he said to Xiao Rong.

"Yes, that's it, since the book is so good, why do you say there's nothing to see." Xiao Rong asked, since she was a child, she often saw students often holding books and reading them, and she had a feeling in her heart that books must be very good-looking.

"This is just a metaphor, it is a poem made by an emperor in the Song Dynasty who persuaded his son to study, how can there be a golden house in the book, and Yan Ruyu?" Yan Buwen knocked Xiao Rong, Xiao Rong said with a smile: "How can I have an uncle, you are educated, hey, what is the analogy you are talking about?" ”

Yan Buwen explained: "It's like saying that your little face is red like a little apple, this is a metaphor." ”

In April, when the grass grows and the kites fly, the weather is warm, and in the kitchen, the temperature is quite high, Xiao Rong's face is red and fluttering, and the bomb can be broken, which is very charming.

"Apple, do I look like an apple? What a man is an apple. Xiao Rong couldn't understand Yan Buwen's thinking, nor did she understand what the "metaphor" in his mouth was.

Yan Buwen could only laugh dryly: "If you have time, I'll teach you to read and write." ”

Boredom is also a disease, in the Republic of China, there are no mobile phones, game consoles, TVs, how to pass the time? It is estimated that I can only read books, watch black-and-white silent movies, watch some gossip, and wander the streets to pass the time.

"Oh yes." Xiao Rong flashed her big eyes, very happy, as long as she knows how to read, she is a reader, this society respects intellectuals, Xiao Rong feels that if she knows how to read, she will be regarded as a half-intellectual, and the eyes of others will be different.

"Can I still lie to you?" Yan Buwen said with a smile, Xiao Rong is also a beautiful little girl, and she will not get tired of panicking together.

"Uncle, you're so good, I'll go buy paper and pens tomorrow." Xiao Rong was excited, just like a child who had just gone to school, she always felt that going to school was a fun thing, and when she really went to school, she hated boredom.

The next day, Xiao Rong really bought the paper and pen, and ran to Yan Buwen's room early in the morning, only to start a little embarrassed, standing outside the door for a long time, and then knocking lightly: "Uncle, are you there?" ”

"Come in." Yan Buwen is writing, in fact, he has already woken up, now it is more than eight o'clock, Yan Buwen has already gone out at six o'clock, ran for an hour, just came back, the body is the capital of the revolution, but also idle, can't sleep, then go for a run, exercise.

After coming back, Yan Buwen read Lu Xun's "Kong Yiji" and came up with the idea of writing his own novel, martial arts novels are still very popular in this era, so Yan Buwen wrote a paragraph based on Jin Yong's "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", this novel Yan Buwen has also read several times, and he is familiar with the road, and soon wrote the beginning, Guo Xiang rode a donkey to Shaomu Mountain, and asked Yang Guo about the whereabouts of Xiaolongnu.

There are all kinds of novels in Yan Buwen's era, Xianxia, martial arts, and fantasy, but if you write that type, it is a little too advanced, it is better to copy the book of Old Man Jin, thinking, thinking that Yan Buwen laughed, he only planned to write for his own amusement, as for becoming a novelist, Yan Buwen doubted that he had the patience to sit here and write with a pen all day long.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Xiao Rong looked at the stack of manuscript paper on Yan Buwen's table, on which a lot of words were densely written.

"It's okay to do, write some novels, come here, I'll teach you to read." Yan Buwen asked Xiao Rong to move a stool to sit next to him, Yan Buwen taught Xiao Rong word by word according to the novel manuscript he wrote, there were simplified Chinese characters in the Republic of China, and Yan Buwen also wrote simplified Chinese characters, after all, traditional Chinese characters are too cumbersome, and Yan Buwen has not systematically learned traditional Chinese characters, and he always can't find a feeling when he writes, so he uses simplified Chinese characters.

Starting from Guo Xiang going to Shaomu Mountain, Yan Buwen taught Xiao Rong word by word: "Read these two words with me, Guo Xiang." ”

"Guo Xiang." Xiao Rong wrote these two words on the paper crookedly, "Does the word uncle mean anything?" ”

"It's just a girl's name, this girl's name is Guo Xiang." Yan Buwen explained with a smile, and then Xiao Rong found out that she had made a stupid mistake, no matter how Guo Xiang listened, it should be a personal name, Xiao Rong's face was even redder, and Yan Buwen looked very interesting, this is the shyness of a girl, this kind of expression can still be disguised in modern times, but now in the Republic of China, girls still uphold good conduct, and they are bound by three from four virtues, even if they are new women, they can't get out of this circle.

Soon it was noon, Xiao Rong looked up and saw that the time was not early, and hurriedly went to cook, Yan Buwen also went with him, the two of them were busy in the kitchen, and they were also happy, Xiao Rong kept asking Yan Buwen what happened later, and then Guo Xiang did not find Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo, and asked Yan Buwen, who are Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo.

Yan Buwen asked this question very big, he knew that he would write "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" first, Yan Buwen could only tell Xiao Rong that he hadn't thought about it yet, otherwise he would have to string the Condor Shooting, the Condor, and Yitian with her. Xiao Rong was a little disappointed, she had learned a lot of words just now, but she was still interested in Guo Xiang's story, she hadn't heard anyone else say this kind of novel, it was very interesting.

Especially when Yan Buwen explained the origin of the name "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" to Xiao Rong, he talked about "Martial Arts Supreme, Treasure Sword Slaying Dragon." Command the world, don't dare to disobey. Leaning on the sky, who competes. This sentence made Xiao Rong's heart surge, and she had the feeling that she had heard that the storyteller said that Sun Wukong was making trouble in the Heavenly Palace.

At lunchtime, Xiao Rong excitedly talked to Mr. Chen and Mrs. Chen about Yan Buwen's writing of a novel, and told Yan Buwen the story she told her, and she told Mr. Chen the original story, Mrs. Chen listened, Mrs. Chen still had no reaction, but Mr. Chen was surprised after listening to it.

I didn't expect my son-in-law to have this skill, and writing a novel is also the first way, especially the martial arts supreme, the eight words of the sword and the dragon, which made Mr. Chen also excited, when he was a child, he watched the Three Kingdoms of the Water Margin just like this, weird, weird.

This also deepened Mr. Chen's idea of letting Yan Buwen go to the newspaper, in addition to some news in the newspaper, there are often novels published, if the son-in-law has this level, he can write some novels on it to increase the circulation of the newspaper, but Mr. Chen still knocked on the side: "The doctor should focus on his career, and the gadgets on these words can be played." ”

Mr. Chen still looks down on those intellectuals a little, all of them are crepe-like, and they often have no one in their eyes.

Yan Buwen doesn't have the ambition to come back and be a writer, so he doesn't want to make money by contributing, because now he doesn't have to worry about food and clothing in his father-in-law's house, and his life is comfortable, why bother tossing himself, after experiencing the hardships of the previous life, Yan Buwen understands a truth, it's good to be happy with people, and it's good to be your own literary youth here.

After eating, Mr. Chen solemnly talked to Yan Buwen about work, if Yan Buwen thought that he could go to work the day after tomorrow, if he didn't want to, he would go two days late, just say hello to them when he went, Yan Buwen hurriedly nodded his head and thanked him, and then Mr. Chen and his wife went to the bank to work, and Yan Buwen continued to teach Xiaorong to read.

couldn't resist Xiao Rong's request, Yan Buwen wrote another paragraph, until Zhang Junbao was expelled from the division for stealing martial arts, Xiao Rong was so angry that he couldn't wait to scold each of the bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple. Yan Buwen comforted Xiao Rong, the novel doesn't have to be taken so seriously.

Early the next morning, Yan Buwen ran in the morning as usual, went back to write some novels, taught Xiao Rong to write, Xiao Rong after yesterday's study, at least knew most of the words on Yan Buwen's novel manuscript, and went back at night to copy Yan Buwen's novel manuscript, learn Yan Buwen's handwriting, and came to report the learning results to Yan Buwen early this morning.

And he can write his own name, and his handwriting is very beautiful, which makes Yan Buwen marvel at Xiao Rong's learning speed.

I have to say that Xiao Rong is very hardworking, and she stayed in her room to learn to write after dinner yesterday, until the second half of the night, when Yan Buwen went to the toilet in the middle of the night, she saw that the light in Xiao Rong's room was still on.