Looking at the white paper that fell at his feet, the fat boy called Chen Pipi was slightly stunned, his pupils as thin as rice grains quickly turned a few times, and two wrinkles were squeezed out of his cheeks like steamed buns with great difficulty, indicating the doubts in his heart at the moment, and then he thought about it for a long time, and finally made a very difficult decision, squatting down his fat body in great pain...... Stretching out his short, cute right hand, he struggled to pick up the piece of paper, and then gasped for breath several times.

"Being fat is the most pitiful thing in the world. ”

Chen Pipi trembled his smooth and fat thick lips, and complained to himself, then looked down at the handwriting on the paper, and subconsciously read aloud: "Go up the next floor, go up the next floor, all the sorrows before, at this time, I am the firewood boy on the shore of the Combi Lake, why bother to learn to say that the weather is cold, you must know that it is not autumn today......"

"Being fat is not the most pitiful thing in the world, if this fat man is a genius fat man. He looked at the handwriting on the paper with pity, guessed that it must be the painful self-description of a new student in the academy, shook his head and said sympathetically: "Compared with a genius like me, ordinary people like you are truly pitiful. ”

The world of mortals and geniuses is always incompatible, Chen Pipi can understand the distress and despair of that poor guy, but he does not intend to take the other party's pain as his own, and he casually comments a few sentences, then stuffs the thin paper back into the bookshelf, holding the copy of "A Preliminary Exploration of the Qihai Snow Mountain" he wants, and prepares to leave.

Suddenly, he turned around again, took out the thin paper again, looked at the dense handwriting on it, raised his thick eyebrows slightly on his smooth and full forehead, and said in surprise: "This guy's handwriting is good." ”

With a word of admiration, he stuffed the paper into the bookshelf again, and prepared to leave again, he turned around again, took out the thin paper again, looked at it carefully for a long time, and exclaimed: "It's not good, it's good." ”

Wanting to leave and stay, Chen Pipi found that his behavior at this moment was a little deformed and ridiculously absurd, he opened his mouth slightly to look at the poor guy's mood on the paper, and muttered to himself: "Could it be that Master Haotian thinks you are too pitiful, so you want to use this good hand to persuade me to help you poor man?"

People sometimes just need an excuse to make decisions, even if it is an excuse that is made, tonight's Chen Pipi He didn't know that what he was going to do would change someone's life in a sense, he just wanted to do something so he did it, from this point of view he is indeed much more free than a poor person.

Walking to the bookcase by the east window and sitting down, through the starlight and silver light that poured in from the window, Chen Pipi watched with great interest what the poor man was writing next, and his fat fingers tapped the window tower from time to time, and there were night birds chirping outside the window.

"Seventeen days into the building, day by day penance, but I can't get the words into my heart, I can only watch them slip away, I have been awake, and I have fallen into a dark sweet dream for no reason, but they are always not there.

"If they are false on paper, why can I see them? If they are real, why can't I remember them? If they are between truth and falsehood, is the ink in which they are written real or false? Is the paper that bears them real or false?"

After reading these words, Chen Pipi pouted, and his fat face was full of disapproval, just like a boy who had eaten countless bowls of authentic Zhongshan Road in Xicheng since he was a child, and saw a poor worm who didn't know how to stir it with a sad face on the improved spicy fried sauce noodles, and revealed a certain pride and conceit from his heart.

Just grinding the ink in the night, the starlight sprinkled into the ink, Chen Pipi grabbed the delicate pen that his sister was accustomed to with his fat fingers, and sprinkled it dashing behind the thin paper.

"Poor guy, don't believe in the nonsense that the mountain is not a mountain or a mountain, if Master Haotian has nothing to do all day long and gives us these questions, will it be too boring?"

"Of course, things that exist objectively are true, such as the handwriting on this book, which is more real than my pride and conceit at this time, although the rune master has manipulated these handwritings, but you must believe that it is true, and if you can't believe it yourself, then your eyes will naturally not believe it. ”

"The handwriting is an objective and true memory, and the paper is also an objective and true memory, but when the paper reflects the spring light outside the window, it is reflected in your eyes that don't know whether it is big or small, and then you don't know whether it is smart or pasty...... It is estimated that it is confused...... As soon as the mind understands, it becomes a vain being. ”

"The spring light reflected on the paper is already an explanation, you see it is another explanation, you try to understand it is another explanation, the explanation is often a misunderstanding, the more you explain, the more things will be different from the original appearance. ”

"If you feel that this is still incomprehensible, then this genius has to be forced to use the most stupid examples: the objective truth of things is like a beauty with a whole body, which can only be accepted, and does not need to be understood by you and me, just like the beauty of the whole body, no matter whether her breasts are big or small, her buttocks are round or warped, and the tufts of hair under her lower abdomen are thick or fine or thick or thin, this is all objective and true, and you can't change her. ”

And when you look at her in a lustful way, and think about how beautiful she is, and when you want to be in her, these thoughts will change into clothes. Every time you think about it and try to understand, you put a dress on top of her mysterious beauty, until at last you forget what she looked like in the first place, and how big her boobs were. ”

"How do you solve this problem? Remember the moment when I first saw her without clothes, whether she was the saint of the Great River Country or the Ye Hongyu in the Xiling Temple, I didn't think about it, I didn't ask, I didn't offer flowers, I didn't play the piano, I just went up and her simply and roughly! Women are used for **! Not for you to understand!"

The ink is straight to express his chest, swaying freely, Chen Pipi is slamming the book, his face is radiant, and he is satisfied. He has been regarded as an unborn genius since he was a child, but for many years he has studied with the great sages and masters, and only honest listening, how can he have such an unscrupulous opportunity to teach others, and he praised himself:

"Although the words are vulgar but not vulgar, I just hope you don't get mad by these words. ”

When the ink was dried by the night breeze outside the east window, he stood up triumphantly...... Bu San shook back to the bookshelf, and the fat on his face trembled. He clipped the piece of paper back into "A Preliminary Exploration of the Qihai Snow Mountain", and he didn't bother to care about the basic textbook between him and the second senior brother tonight.

Just as he was about to put the thin book on the shelf, a trace of hesitation suddenly flashed on his fat face, thinking that he had violated the rules of the old book building by helping the poor fellow, but then he remembered another sentence that the teacher had said, rolled his eyes as small as mung beans, stuffed the book into the shelf, and then brushed his sleeves away.

"Rules are just a fart. ”

Ning Que set off from Lin Forty-seven Lane before dawn every day, and could only return to Chang'an City in the middle of the night, although he walked down the old book building for the first time in his history, but when the carriage entered the south gate of Chang'an, the night had become extremely deep.

Zhu Youxian was worried about his body, and waited for him to go back to the city with him today, when the two carriages stopped at the door of Lao Bizhai in turn, this rich man from Dongcheng poked his head out of the second carriage, looked at Ning Que who was walking towards the shop, and said with admiration on his face: "Regardless of the previous suspicions, persuade Xie to go downstairs, Ning Que, I really didn't expect you to be so humble and humble as a valley, repay grievances with virtue, have an extraordinary bearing, elegant and noble......

Ning Que stood at the door of the old pen and turned around, looked at him with a smile and said, "Although I will continue to listen and see how many good words you can come up with to compliment me, I must be honest and persuade the third prince to go downstairs not because I was worried about his body...... I just fancy the place where he sits cross-legged every day, where the sun can be shining.

"I don't like to be complimented when I do good deeds, I have to find a face to save a reason, you are a person. ”

Zhu Youxian scolded with a smile and ordered the family to drive the carriage away from Lin47 Lane.

Ning Que smiled, waved his sleeves to drive away the emptiness, and then walked into the store, took the towel handed by Sang Sang and covered his face, and then the whole person collapsed in the circle chair, as if all the bones and strength had been emptied.

Since he started to climb the stairs, every night when he returned to Lin47 Lane, there would be a hot towel to restore his spirits, and Sang Sang calculated the time of his home very accurately, and then swam the towel with boiling water to ensure that the temperature would be good.

Under the steaming white towel, Ning Que's tired voice came out: "My appetite is still not very good today, so let's make a bowl of fried egg noodles." ”

Sang Sang hummed softly, but did not leave, standing quietly beside the circle chair, looking at the towel and hot air on Ning Que's face, after being silent for a long time, he suddenly spoke: "Young Master, I know...... Don't go. ”

Don't look at Ning Que in the academy can still talk to people, can also say a few naughty jokes with Chu Youxian, only he and Sang Sang know what kind of wear and tear and damage to his body and spirit these days forcibly climbing the building to read, every day when he returns to the city from the academy, he is so painful and weak that he doesn't even have the strength to speak, and because he vomits too much, this meal must be swallowed with great willpower every night.

Hearing Sang Sang's voice, Ning Que looked at the white towel in front of him and turned into a towering white forest, feeling the spicy high temperature and humidity between his mouth and nose, and after being silent for a long time, he forcibly added some relaxed smiles to his voice, and said, "I didn't take you out to play a few days ago, and I ...... tomorrow I'm not going to the academy tomorrow. By the way, I met that idiot princess in the academy today, and she wants you to play, so let's go tomorrow. ”

Sang Za unveiled the towel on his face that had become warm, stretched out his little hand to pinch his eyebrows seriously, and said with a shy smile: "Her Royal Highness the princess wants to see me? ”

Ning Que closed his eyes, feeling the annoyance in his eyebrows being driven away by the cold thin fingertips, sighed comfortably, and said, "Take advantage of this reason, and cross out the second name tomorrow by the way." ”

Sang Sang's fingertips resting on his eyebrows stiffened slightly, and he gently looked down at his somewhat torn embroidered shoes, which seemed to be something she didn't like very much.