Since then, Shen Xiaolou has unlocked new skills, and he has gone to ask scholars for advice every once in a while, and he is arrogant and flirtatious under the guise of learning to read and write.

"Scholar, I went into the city yesterday to visit the bookstore, and the shopkeeper told me that a girl like me should read this book." Shen Xiaolou took out a book from behind him and put it in front of the scholar, and the word "Book of Songs" was written on the book cover, "These two words read 'Book of Songs', I already know it, you teach me to read the poems in it." ”

Shen Xiaolou flipped through it casually, and then his hand stopped, "Let's start with this one, scholar, what do you read these two words?" ”

"Pu Jia." The scholar stretched his head out.

"Pu Jia!" Shen Xiaolou repeated, clapping his hands happily, "It sounds so profound, what does it mean?" ”

"The reeds, too. The reeds that grow at the water's edge. The scholar explained.

"Oh, it turned out to be a reed, I understand when you say that." Shen Xiaolou suddenly realized, and then urged eagerly, "Teach me quickly, are you talking about reeds or something?" ”

The scholar hesitated, as if he was very embarrassed, "This ......"

Shen Xiaolou looked innocent, "What's wrong, is it difficult?" Then you can teach me a few more times, and I will learn seriously. ”

"No, no, yes, yes, in the next ......" Shen Xiaolou's hesitant appearance made Shen Xiaolou even more suspicious, she looked at his face, as if she had discovered a new continent, "Ah, scholar, why is your face still red?" Shy? Is it because of the pampas and the leaves? No, isn't it just a few reeds, what's so embarrassing? ”

Shen Xiaolou held back a smile in his heart, pretending to be like something on his face, and rejoicing in his heart: Fortunately, he didn't finish "Guan Ju" in the first place, otherwise the scholar's face would not have been as red as a monkey's buttocks?

Looking at Shen Xiaolou's eyes that were as clear as mountain spring water, the scholar secretly breathed a sigh of relief, blaming himself for his crankiness. Miss Shen is young, ignorant of the world, and innocent as a blank piece of paper, how can he ...... It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be!

"The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yiren ......" The scholar recited aloud, as if the dew drops in the morning exuded a clear crystal under the bath of the morning sun, and also like the breeze through the pine forest surging green waves, which made people very comfortable.

Shen Xiaolou followed the study seriously, and after learning it five times, she accepted it when she saw it, "Scholar, I have learned!" It's not a loss to show talent, it's really good to learn! He is also very good at teaching. "She wanted to ask for advice, but she thought about it.

Or don't embarrass the scholar, what should I do if I am so scared that I hide from her?

Before leaving, Shen Xiaolou turned the "Book of Songs" to the first "Guan Ju", and said to the scholar seriously: "Xiucai, I have thought about it, we must be down-to-earth in learning, from shallow to deep, and we will learn from scratch next time." ”

The most beautiful love poems in the "Book of Songs": "Guan Ju", "Cai Wei", "Taoyao". Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said. Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son; Qingqing Zijin, my heart...... She had to take turns to learn it all over again.

Haha, how can she be so smart!

Her expression was innocent and innocent, like an ignorant child, admiring the scholar's embarrassment and tension at her words, she smiled back, and her steps jumped a lot.

The scholar with red ears froze in place......

He suspected that Miss Shen did it on purpose, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible, Miss Shen ...... She is the heart of a child.

Do you really want to learn "Guan Ju" next time? Is it okay to change the article?

Shen Xiaolou didn't know the entanglement of the scholar at all, and even if she knew, she wouldn't take it to heart, on the contrary, she would be very proud, she was such a perverse and bad character.

Shen Xiaolou likes to call him a scholar, and sometimes he also calls him a showman, all depending on his mood.

In fact, Shen Xiaolou most wanted to add the word little brother after the scholar or Xiucai. Don't look at the difference between the elder brother and the little brother, the meaning is far away...... Anyone who understands understands it!

"Girl." Erya looked at her as if she wanted to speak and stopped.

"Say!" Shen Xiaolou put a nest on the soft couch, pinched the pastries in one hand, and read the book in the other, "The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yiren is ...... on the water side"

Who said the ancients were subtle? When I see other girls, I think about it day and night, tossing and turning, and I can't sleep at night, isn't it quite bold and unrestrained? This girl must be young and beautiful, if she is ugly...... Eight achievements do not have this poem.

The power of love is really strong, ahh

Man, it's not a good thing.

However, this poem is very level, and it is catchy to read, and she likes it as a science student.

Since ancient times, there have been many scumbags in literati, and they are really not bad at all.

Shen Xiaolou was thinking nonsense, and the second girl was embarrassed. The girl is reading, does she say it or not? If she disturbs the girl's interest, will the girl also throw her down the cliff?

Shen Xiaolou raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Speak." ”

Why is this girl afraid of her again? She didn't say screwing her head! Tsk, I'm too timid, I have to practice.

Erya hurriedly spoke, "Girl, this stubble of vegetables has grown, my father asked me to ask you, is it time to sell it?" ”

"Grown? So fast? Shen Xiaolou suddenly remembered that today was fifteen, and half a month had passed in a blink of an eye, and Shen Xiaolou didn't know what day it would be when he lived alone.

This is also a habit formed in the last days, it is not easy to live, and there is no need to go to work, who still remembers the date?

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival eats glutinous rice balls and lights lanterns.

When Shen Xiaolou was a child, her family was poor and couldn't afford to buy that kind of plastic lantern with music, so her father bought paper lanterns for their sisters, the kind of bright transparent cellophane, the lanterns are small and exquisite, and they are particularly exquisite. When I grew up, the family conditions were better, but I couldn't buy this kind of lantern anymore.

In addition to the lanterns she bought, my mother also steamed noodles. There is no single steaming lamp, either six for half a year, or twelve for a whole year, one per month. When the pot is out of the pot, I will look at which month there is more water in the noodle lamp, which means that there is more rain in that month.

When he was a child, Shen Xiaolou was convinced, and always volunteered to help his mother look at the water in the lamp, and when he grew up, he knew that there was no scientific basis at all.

At night, my mother would hold a lantern in the house, under the bed, behind the door, and on the horns, and there would be words in her mouth, "Gold and silver lamps, scorpions and worms will be extinguished." ”

Then he pulled her and her sister to him and took pictures one by one, focusing on the eyes and ears. When I was a child, I only thought it was fun, but when I grew up, I realized that it was my mother's most simple love for her children, and I hoped that my children would have bright ears and eyes, and no disasters and diseases.

"Where's your father? He didn't open his mouth himself? "Let you speak.

Looking at the girl who suddenly sank her face, Er Ya panicked, "He, he, he ......" He didn't come out for a long time.

Really, is she that scary? Shen Xiaolou glanced at her and said, "Let your father tell me by himself." After a pause, "Ask if anyone can tie a lantern and tie a few for me." ”

"Okay, I'll go." If the second girl was amnesty, the girl was really moody and scared to death.