Let's say that on the day of Shaoqiu, he stayed in a dilapidated house and didn't want to go out, and outside the door of this house, the dog master and his ilk slapped on the door of the house and cursed endlessly. Shaoqiu couldn't talk back, let alone do anything, so he could only stay in the room speechless and read a book at this time.

However, the sound of the dog slamming on the door is so loud, as long as the intensity is increased a little more, the door of the house will be dilapidated, in such a situation, what mood is there to read? And what the dog master hopes is nothing more than that, once Shaoqiu succeeds in studying, he will one day become a big official of the country, which is naturally unfavorable to the dog master. The dog master slapped on the door of the house for a while, and after that, Fu sat at a card table with the bored people in the deserted village to play cards, and often scolded each other for a little thing that was not enough to worry about, and even fought a lot, so how could Shaoqiu read a book?

However, Shaoqiu can also carry forward the spirit of Commissar Mao's study in the city, and he is not afraid of his head hanging from the beam, and he can barely watch it for a while, so that the dog master is helpless. However, the dog master also has his own way of coping, knowing that kicking the door is not good, it is too inhumane, so he doesn't know where to find a big drum, and wants to beat it constantly in front of the door of Shaoqiu's house, and he will not stop arguing with Shaoqiu to the point that he can't read the book.

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But this behavior was mediated by the old man in the deserted village, and he felt that it was very inappropriate, not only did Shaoqiu fail to read, but also was quite unlucky, so he persuaded him one after another, and the dog master was also very able to see the wind and rudder, so he immediately revoked such an unbearable behavior, and returned to playing cards in front of Shaoqiu's house with the boring people in the deserted village. When he was tired of playing cards, the dog master still wanted to stand up, and with a dilapidated whetstone, Huo Huo sharpened the big knife, and his intention was of course to make Shaoqiu understand that once he got out of this house, he should serve with a big knife.

Shaoqiu didn't dare to go out, just stay in his own room, even if he couldn't read, he couldn't go out, and at this time, outside, the spring breeze was blowing, and the fragrance of flowers was refreshing, but he didn't dare to go out, so he stayed in this dark and damp house in vain, bored to read. Sometimes, Shaoqiu also thinks, living like this, it's better to pounce out, and fight to the death with this dog, but the dog's actions are swift, the means are vicious, and Shaoqiu doesn't know, if you go out like this, in addition to sending death, what is the point at all?

Helpless, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, so you have to stay in your room silently, and you don't dare to go out.

"Tianxingjian, a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement; The land is good, and the gentleman carries things with virtue. Shaoqiu stayed in his room and read aloud, which made the dog master and others sneer.

The dog master still stayed in front of Shaoqiu's house, sometimes scolding loudly, sometimes slapping people for no reason, and more often warning Shaoqiu that it was okay to read, and he must not curse indiscriminately, otherwise, he would kill someone. Shaoqiu can't be familiar with it in general, and he studies hard, so why has he become a curse to others? However, the dog master insisted on thinking so, and Shaoqiu had no choice but to let it go.

In order to stop Shaoqiuzhi from studying, the dog master found the women of the deserted village, among which the good flowers were impressively listed. She stood in front of Shaoqiu's house at this time, laughing constantly, and from time to time secretly said that Shaoqiu was useless, and she didn't dare to go against this dog. Shaoqiu knew that of course she was making a fuss, and she didn't know where she had offended her, and what did she want to do to harm her like this?

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Fortunately, Shaoqiu has a stable temperament and has no schemes, otherwise, it seems impossible to stay in this deserted village. However, the good flowers will not stop, and at this time, the women of the deserted village are invited to dance in front of Shaoqiu's house, and there is only one purpose, which is to prevent Shaoqiuzhi from reading. In the eyes of the likes of good flowers, the purpose of Shaoqiu's study is nothing more than a plot against him, and the result will be greatly unfavorable to himself. So, the good flower is in front of this Shaoqiu house, which can be described as full of ugliness, dancing unbearable dance, just when Shaoqiu is not a person, so although the dance is not good, it is also happy.

Sometimes, if the good flower dances carelessly, it will fall into the ditch and ditch, even if it is covered in mud, I don't want to go back to change it, in front of the door of the Shaoqiu house, in the face of such a cheap person, what do you want to look like? Being able to stand in front of the door of this house is already a big face for him, fortunately, the weather is not cold, it is the time when the spring flowers are blooming, otherwise, wouldn't you have to catch a cold?

The flowers danced, and the other women in the deserted village kept clapping their hands, which made the front of the house simply noisy for a while, and the dog master even found firecrackers and put them up. For a while, there was smoke in front of the house, and the smell was so strong that Shaoqiu coughed incessantly. Shaoqiu was originally sick, and after choking on this pungent smell, he was already out of breath at this time, and it could almost be said that he was dying.

And outside this door, the flow of good flowers, and this dog master, while playing cards and laughing and playing, the dog master's big knife is obliquely inserted in the center of the wooden table, at this time who dares to disobey. Aren't you afraid of this big knife?

Shaoqiu couldn't stand it anymore, coughed, and rushed out of the house, standing in this open place, breathing fresh air, but spitting out a mouthful of blood. Seeing Shaoqiu like this, the people who played cards, such as the likes of good flowers and the dogs, withdrew from this place one after another, like rats crossing the street, and disappeared for a while.

When Shaoqiu stood in this March spring flower, a flower came to his face, gently trembling with the wind, and a wisp of fragrance spread, enough to make Shaoqiu's heart relaxed.

However, if you are sick for a while, let alone fighting with the dog master and others, it is still a problem to be alive. It's quiet at this time, but can you still read a book, of course not, your body has become like this, and if you go to read a book again, wouldn't you be looking for death?

Shaoqiu stayed in front of the door of this dilapidated house, facing the roar of the relentless wind in this deserted village, but heard a girl crying out to herself affectionately. Who can that girl be if she is not Xiaohua?

At this time, hearing the house of the flower girl, the sound of laughter continued, and out of curiosity, Shaoqiu came to a high ground where the door of the flower girl's house could be seen, and looked towards it. If you don't look at it, you can see that a big man hugged this flower girl and danced on her patio. And the big knife on this big man's body is impressive, faintly giving birth to a murderous aura, if there is a rebel, it seems that there will be no way to live.

Even at this time, when Hua Gu looked at Shaoqiu, her eyes were still full of love, and Shaoqiu was just a scholar, and she had no power to tie the chicken, why was she favored by this Hua Gu? Maybe it's a flower girl's heart, of course the big knife man likes it, and this white-faced scholar also has his own flavor, otherwise, why is this so?

But Shaoqiu, who was not feeling well at this time, and was in no mood to think about it, so after coughing, he returned to his dilapidated house, closed the door, and under a pale electric lamp, he didn't know what to do. Let's read a book, otherwise what else?