Huang Siyao suggested that Bo Tai learn to type on a computer. Bota, who had this idea for a long time, said he would do it, and he practiced very hard. His pinyin is very poor, and he always uses the Hakka reading method to type, and many words can't be typed. But as long as people have motivation, there is nothing they can't do. After a period of intensive training, Botai basically mastered the pinyin input method.

Now Zhang Haifei sometimes dictates a reply letter to her or something, and she will record it, which is a bit slow, but the words are typed accurately. When it comes to difficult words or occasional English or something, Zhang Haifei will spell it out very patiently. Hirota was so excited to type that teaching her to type was almost a joyful thing.

Now, Huang Siyao sometimes uses a headache as an excuse to go upstairs as soon as she finishes dinner.

"Maybe Hirota can play Go with you." She said to Zhang Haifei.

"Oh, I'm fine. Go back to your room and rest, my dear. ”

But as soon as she left, he rang the bell and called Botai to play Go and chess. He taught her to play all these games. Seeing Bo Tai blushing and trembling like a little girl, wandering and touching the elephant, touching the horse and withdrawing her hand, Huang Siyao was particularly disgusted.

But Zhang Haifei smiled and said to her condescendingly with a mocking tone: "You have to say the general!" ”

She lifted her eyelids, looked at him in horror with her bright eyes, and then muttered submissively, "General! ”

That's right, he's educating her. He was a teacher because it made him feel a sense of authority. And Hirota was happy, because she gradually mastered the things that made the gentleman class a gentleman, except for money. This excites her.

At the same time, she made him inseparable from her. Her heartfelt excitement made him feel slightly that it was a supreme flattery to him.

In Huang Siyao's opinion, Zhang Haifei seems to have revealed his true colors: a little vulgar, a little mediocre, lifeless, and a little bloated.

Botai's wrists and hidden needles were a little too obvious, but Huang Siyao was really surprised by the excitement she got from Zhang Haifei. It's not enough to say she's in love with him. Her excitement came from contact with this man, an intellectual, a wealthy class, a person who could write books and poems, everyone was on TV and joined the writers' association. She was thrilled by some peculiar passion. The "education" he gave her provoked her passion and reaction, the result of which was unmatched by any love. In fact, it was precisely because there could be no such thing as love that she was able to indulge in excitement with another of his passions, that is, the passion of knowledge, to learn as much as possible.

Yes, this woman is in love with Zhang Haifei in some way, no matter how we interpret the meaning of the word "love", it should be considered love. She looked so peugeot, so young, and her gray eyes sometimes looked so spirited. Also, she will show a satisfied look from time to time, even a victorious look, which is what Huang Siyao hates. Secretly proud, privately satisfied!

No wonder Zhang Haifei let this woman be captured! She had absolute admiration for him, never wavered, and served him with all her bows and ears at his beckon. No wonder he feels flattered!

Huang Siyao heard the two of them talking for a long time, in fact, most of the time it was Mrs. Bo who was talking about her, she was like a collection of various soap operas such as "Country Love", "Foreign Daughter-in-law Local Lang" and "Seventy-two Tenants". She kept talking about the gossip of Dachong Village. Her words are more than short.

When it comes to talking about people's parents, Botai is simply better than any book. She knew the people of the village inside out, and was very passionate about their business. Listening to her, it's really wonderful, although it's a bit cheap.

Zhang Haifei listened, looking for "material" for his own writing, and he really heard a lot of material. Huang Siyao realized that his "talent" lies in this: he can use those short and long words with genius, and he can listen to them quietly. Once Botai "chattered about Tevaxiao Village", he was naturally very enthusiastic, and he simply couldn't hold it. What she knew was going on here, it was so interesting that she could write a dozen books about a dozen books.

Huang Siyao was also fascinated by these things when she heard her, but she always felt a little cheaper after that. She didn't think she should have listened with such a curious mindset. One may listen to the most intimate things of others, but one should have respect for their struggles and misfortunes, for this is the case for everyone, and one should have a subtle, discerning sympathy, even irony. What determines our lives is the way our compassion is released or converged.

By the way, this is also the importance of fiction, if handled properly. It can influence our compassion and lead it to new horizons, and it can also lead our compassion back from death. Thus, when handled properly, fiction can reveal the most hidden areas of life; It is in the hidden zone of the passion of life that the tide is ebbed and flowed, washed and refreshed with a keen sense.

But fiction, like rumors, can provoke false sympathy, create false convergence, and have a mechanically fatal effect on the human psyche. Fiction can turn the most rotten feelings into magic, as long as they are "pure feelings" in the traditional sense. In this case, the novel, like rumors, ends up being bad, and like gossip, it is made worse by always being clearly on the side of the angels.

Botai's rumors are always on the side of the angels. "He's a very bad guy, but she's a nice woman." She would say that to others. But Huang Siyao could even hear from Bo Tai's gossip that the good woman she said was just a woman who spoke likable, and the bad man was an honest man with a bad temper. But after Bo Tai's serious telling of right and wrong and wrong sympathy, the honest person with a bad temper became a "bad guy", and sweet words made her a "good woman".

In this way, gossip is an insult to people. Similarly, most novels, especially popular ones, are insulting things. The public now only likes things that cater to their dark psyche.