The treatment lasted for a week, and the wound gradually crusted over a little. During this week, Lang Zhong will insist on performing a drama of "playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong" every day. So much so that as soon as I saw Guan Gong, I wanted to kowtow and bow down.

Lang Zhong's name is Guan Zhiyuan, and everyone likes to call him Guan Erye after he gets acquainted. Guan Erye himself doesn't like this title very much, saying that it sounds like an uncle, not like a Langzhong. Everyone worked together to refute: It's not the uncle, it's the second master.

After another week, Guan Erye was abbreviated by us as: Second Master. It has been proved through practice that two words are better than three words.

Now, the second master is really anxious.

The second master said: In a few days, you will all have to call my master.

I said, "You want to be beautiful."

The second master said: I won't play with knives in the future, you still call me Zhiyuan.

I said, "That's not going to work, I'm all right."

The second master said: I can't play with a knife?

I said, "If you don't play with a knife, what do you do?"

The second master said: I write poems!

I glanced at him, and secretly rejoiced in my heart. But they said, "What kind of poetry do you write?" You don't know how to write poetry.

The second master was anxious and said: I can't learn.

I continue to ask in a serious way: Who do you learn from?

The second master said: Learn from you.

My heart was already happy, so I hesitated for a long time before I reluctantly agreed.

The next day, the second master brought a copy of the Book of Songs and sat in front of my hospital bed to ask me for advice.

I wonder, why the Book of Songs?

The second master smiled shyly and said: There are many bookstalls selling "The Book of Songs" on the street, and they are cheap.

As soon as I opened the book again, it dawned on me. The familiar texture of the paper, the typography, the peculiar smell in the nose, and the real typos – piracy is unmistakable.

I held back a smile and instructed the second master to read the fourth article "Pu Jia".

The second master stumbled and read: The leaves are pale, and the white dew is cool. The so-called one person is on the water side.

I interrupted: There are two mistakes here, one is that white dew is frost, not cool. The second is the so-called Iraqi people, not one person.

The second master was dumbfounded and asked: Are you talking nonsense? How could there be a mistake in this book?

I said: Books are generally infallible, but pirated copies are not necessarily.

The second master blushed and insisted on going to the bookstall to settle accounts. I tried my best to dissuade it, with the temperament of the second master, and not to mention whether the money should be returned, I am afraid that people will not be able to come back.

The second master asked again, isn't this book a waste?

I said: Don't waste it, keep it for me to wipe my ass!

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On the third day, Xiaoyue also held a copy of the Book of Songs and sat next to the second master.

As soon as I saw the Book of Songs, there was a lack of oxygen in the brain.

Xiao Yue replied shyly: I see you give a lesson to the second master, and I will also come to the class.

I asked Satsuki, why did you buy this Book of Songs?

Xiaoyue said: Yesterday, when the second master got out of class, I took the book and took a look. I bought a picture of the gourd and bought it. Did I buy the wrong one?

I said, you open it and read the fourth chapter of Qin Feng.

Xiao Yue shook her head excitedly, and read: The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

As soon as I heard it, there was nothing wrong with it.

I was so excited that I snatched the "Pu Jia" in Xiao Yue's hand and looked at it carefully. I saw that there were traces of black ink marks on this leaflet.

Xiaoyue explained: The second master said that there were two typos in this book, so I corrected them.

I said, "It looks like you bought it from a bookstall."

Xiaoyue said: No, the second master said that the quality of his bookstall was not good. I bought it at his house next door.

The second master nodded vigorously.

I sighed and put my arm on the second master's hand.

I said, "Look, I'm dizzy."

After hearing this, the second master asked, and said: You are weak.

I sat down on the bed, my eyes glazed over.

I said, "I'm angry with you."

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