"Ah Ping, you tell me the truth, are you stupid or not?" I didn't want to play tricks on him, so I asked straight to the point, staring at his face without blinking. [But any change in his expression cannot escape my eyes at this time.] But from the moment he came in, his attention seemed to be focused on my feet, and his eyebrows were furrowed very unpleasantly.

After hearing my question, he half-raised his head and glanced at me, and replied to me angrily: "You are stupid." As he spoke, he pressed his finger hard, and the pain made me snort. I understand what he means, his foot injury is so serious but he is still tossing, but I found such a big secret under the bed, who can survive?

After his interruption, my interrogating heart was gone, so I just pulled his sleeve and asked, "Tell me, how come there are so many books in our house?" He gave me a strange look, "There were." ”

"But don't you see any books in our house on weekdays? Also, even if there are books, is it possible to hide them so deeply? Don't tell me this is a cellar anymore, I haven't tried you yet, when I asked you where the cave in the Buddha Hall leads, you told me that it was a cellar! Can you tell me whose cellar entrance is located under the bed and in the temple? ”

Ah Ping innocently told me: "This is the cellar." ”

Still talking about cellars? I was about to say another to him, when suddenly my heart moved, "Did your mother tell you that this is the cellar?" ”

Sure enough, I saw him nodding, so I was stunned. What is the name of a space, it is generally decided by the owner, if the widow Liu said that this is a cellar, in Ah Ping's cognition, it must be a cellar. Thinking of this, I asked, "These books have always been here, haven't they?" Seeing him nod again, I hesitated for a moment and asked softly, "Is it your father who stayed?" ”

Almost instantly, I saw the pain in Ah Ping's eyes, and even if it was quickly gone, I felt pain for him. I never asked about his father, nor did I ask about it, and since his mother was called a widow outside, she must have lost her father at an early age. And now I only asked this sentence and he was sad, presumably his father didn't have it when he was sensible.

I don't seem to want to go into the origin of this place anymore, the cellar is the cellar, I guess his father may have been a literati who read poetry and books, so he left so many books. Thinking like this, Ah Ping will be literate, I'm afraid it was also taught by his father.

Maybe this was originally a cellar, and the widow Liu was afraid of seeing things and thinking about people, so she moved Ah Ping's father's books to the bottom, and out of sight was clear. But can it really be out of sight? I don't think so.

The books are stacked so neatly, and the tables are so clean, I'm afraid someone will always come down from time to time to clean them.

Suddenly, my hostility towards my mother-in-law decreased a lot, and it was not easy for a woman to survive in such an environment without a husband and with a child. And I have been married for more than half a year, and I have also seen that the situation of the family cannot be said to be rich, at least she does not have to worry about food and clothing, she does not like to deal with people, but she also has a good relationship with the neighborhood. But sometimes Uncle Mu will basically reach out to help, and it can be seen that the relationship with Lao Langzhong's words is good.

I thought about it for a while, and I was used to Ah Ping's silence, but I couldn't help but worry at this time, even if there was no longer that pain in his eyebrows, but he still opened his mouth to break the silence: "Do you often go down to read books secretly like this?" ”

Ping: "Not secretly. ”

...... "Well, thinking of his mood, I had to follow him, "Well, you didn't sneak down, how did you think of reading tonight?" And you won't say a word to me, so I woke up and didn't see you. ”

"Can't sleep."

Can't sleep and lifted the bed board to read a book? "Did you do that a lot before?"

Seeing him nod, I was a little surprised, I was so sleepy that I didn't know if the people around me weren't there. I looked left and right, but I didn't find any other doors, so I couldn't help asking, "Where is the entrance to the Buddha room?" ”

He didn't give me guidance, and the look on his face seemed to be a little embarrassed and a little worried, and I understood after a moment of thought: "Is your mother not allowed to say it?" He bowed his head silently, undoubtedly acquiescing.

Sighing lightly, I didn't embarrass him, just patted his hand while looking at the book wall and asked, "Ah Ping, take me to see the books over there." ”

Without waiting for a response, I turned my head to see Ah Ping looking at me intently, "Can't you see it?" "I was slightly disappointed, and I wanted to see what kind of books they were and whether I could get some information from them. Although the history and classics are very far away from themselves, it is rare to see so many books, and it is inevitable that my hands itch and want to turn the pages.

Ah Ping responded to me directly, holding me by the shoulder with one hand, and carrying me to the wall of the book with the other hand through the crook of my leg. I took a cursory look and was surprised to find that although they were all in traditional characters, many of them could be recognized. However, most of these classics are chronicles, biographies, historical records, etc., and none of them makes me want to take them out and read them.

There were also some scrolls, and I asked curiously, "Is this a painting?" ”

Seeing Ah Ping shaking his head, Yu Guangli couldn't help but ask again, "Can I open it and take a look?" Hearing him hum softly, he took out a scroll and opened it, where was the painting, it was densely packed with words, the handwriting was neat and beautiful, his heart moved, and blurted out: "This can't be what you wrote, right?" ”

"Ugly?" He asked.

I immediately shook my head, "How so?" Very well written. This is not a compliment against my will, seeing that Ah Ping easily pursed the corners of his lips and smiled, I am also relieved, it turns out that my Ah Ping is not only not stupid, but also full of poetry and books is a cultural person.

I lost interest in even flipping through a few volumes, because although Ah Ping's characters are beautiful, they are not only written in traditional Chinese and difficult to read, but also in classical Chinese, and I really don't have the patience to read them carefully for a scumbag of literature and history like me.

Glancing at the book on the table, he smiled, "Let me see what you were reading just now." ”

He obediently carried me to the table and put me in the chair, I reached out and picked up the book with the blue cover, and when I saw the title of the book, I couldn't help but be stunned, these three words I know even if they are traditional Chinese, they turned out to be - Three Kingdoms.

Looking at the content, I put it down with a headache, the whole article is in the style of classical Chinese, and it is too laborious to read traditional Chinese characters.

At this moment, Ah Ping's inquiry came from his ear: "Do you also know words?" ”

I was about to reply to of course, but when I raised my head, the words stuck in my throat, and my body slowly stiffened. After witnessing such a space and such a wall of books just now, my mind couldn't bend for a while, and I forgot my duty as an identity.

How can a girl who was born and raised in the countryside be literate?!

Do I also want to steal Ah Ping's reason to claim that my father is literate? This reason is untenable to think about, even if Ah Ping will not pursue it, that is, he suddenly asked in front of him, but that can be debunked at once. In case it reached the ears of my mother-in-law, she would let people know immediately whether Daddy could read or not.

But with all my reactions and performances just now, I can't deny that I don't know how to read, otherwise I would have flipped left and right to look at the painting. After a thousand thoughts turned in his mind, he reluctantly replied: "Yes, there was a storyteller in our village many years ago, and I went to listen to it a few times." Later, the storyteller stayed in our village for a while, and would often teach the children in the village how to write, and I learned a little bit as well. ”

The storyteller wasn't making it up, but he had only been in our village for a few days, because no one liked to hear him tell the stories of the gods, and then he left.

Ah Ping didn't ask any more questions, maybe he was curious and casually asked when he saw me flipping through his book, but I was very weak under the gaze of those black eyes for no reason. Immediately pretended to yawn to change the subject: "Ahhhh ”

However, seeing that he was in good spirits, he was probably not sleepy, and sure enough, he shook his head honestly, but he came to hug me again and put me on the couch again, "Sleep." ”

"Sleep here?"

"I used to sleep and it was clean." He explained softly.

Naturally, I didn't dislike this couch, but I didn't take me up but wanted to stay. Lying on his side, he watched him sit back down at the table, picked up the copy of "Three Kingdoms" again, and copied something on the white paper next to him while reading.

As soon as I turned my mind, I understood where the words and phrases of those scrolls on the tree wall came from, which in our time is called note-taking.

It turns out that my Ah Ping is still a serious and hardworking good student, if I have read all the books on this wall, I will be considered a rich learner.

I wasn't actually sleepy, but since I was pretending to be sleepy just now, I had to close my eyes, smelling this breath between my nose and thinking silently: How much did Ah Ping hide from me?

Later, in a daze, when Ah Ping touched me, he actually woke up, but I didn't open my eyes, pretended to be still asleep, and was picked up by him and drilled into his arms, looking for a comfortable position to continue sleeping.

As he walked forward, I was bored counting my steps and waiting for the bell to ring. But after a while, he stopped and called me softly, "Lan." "I opened my eyes blindly, only to find that I had reached the entrance under our bed, and then realized that the bell had passed.

After thinking about it, it suddenly dawned on me, this underground Ah Ping should be too familiar to be more familiar, touching the dark is no different from walking in the daytime, where can I still kick the rope like me.

I only heard Ah Ping say in his ear: "I'll hold you, you climb up first." ”

I hummed softly, and he put down the ground first, then hugged my lower body and sent me up, his hand climbed on the edge of the bed, and then easily climbed up with Ah Ping's push. After rolling to the inside of the bed, I was about to reach out to pull him, but I saw him jump up with a high kick, and climbed up with a single bone on the edge of the bed.