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Chapter 180

Chapter 180

He Zhi's eyelids twitched, and he glanced at Xiao Qi cautiously.

Seeing her looking around, seemingly not paying attention, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Grandma Sang, don't talk nonsense, we are just friends, just come here to play."

Grandma Sang nodded, but the expression on her face was a little strange.

"I see……"

He Zhi's heart roared wildly: "What do you know!"

If the conversation continued, Xiao Qi could no longer pretend not to hear, so she quickly led the way and left in a hurry.

The family had already prepared lunch, so he called his grandma in the morning and told the truth.

then……

Then there was silence on the phone for a while, and I thought I had said something wrong, but my grandfather's voice suddenly came through.

"You brat, didn't tell you earlier, when will you bring it back?"

My grandfather is usually very calm. After all, he is 80 or [-] years old and has never seen anything before, but he can hear strong mood swings from the phone.

"Come back today..."

"You brat, just say now..."

After a while of math teaching, I hung up the phone.

Looking at the sumptuous lunch in front of me, I can more than imagine what the two old people did in such a short time this morning.

Obviously, I must have been to the streets. I am not at home and the time is short. It is unrealistic to do many things by myself.

"Grandpa and grandma, I'm back."

"Get off……"

Grandpa put him aside, looked at Xiao Qi behind, nodded with a smile, and invited them to dinner with grandma.

Then he threw the luggage to He Zhi and asked him to carry it back.

These actions made He Zhi a little bit sore. His status had fallen too quickly. Xiao Qi was not his girlfriend...

Waiting for He Zhi to return to the dinner table in despair, the table is already full of joy.

"Sister, these are matsutake mushrooms picked from the mountains, do you want to try them?"

Not only sat down on the stool, looked at the young and rich rice, almost shed tears of excitement, it seems that he is still the favorite cub of the family.

So he ate so much that he ate up all the rice in the pot. Fortunately, everyone knew his appetite, so he was not surprised, but his younger sister, He Yan, was about to eat another bowl, and found that there was no rice in the pot. .

She is growing up recently, and her appetite has increased significantly.

"elder brother!"

He Zhi went to open the small stove angrily and gave her a bowl of glutinous rice balls. She liked sweets, so she forgave him.

After dinner, I originally wanted to take Xiaoqi to catch a few pheasants, but the temperature has changed too fast recently, so I just wanted to catch two more, lest it is too cold to see these silly chickens.

It's a pity that Xiao Qi was pulled by her grandma to keep her busy. She tried to speak a few times but her grandma glared back. She could only go alone with her lips curled up, with displeasure written all over her face.

I can only vent on those silly pheasants, sprinkle a field of millet, and set up a net, ready to serve in a pot, but after waiting for a long time, two or three came...

Looking at the three pheasants in the bamboo basket without panic at all, it was more than a little depressed, it was even worse than imagined.

In fact, even in winter, there are pheasants, but they are not so easy to catch. I think back to the time when I sprinkled a handful of millet, there were twenty or thirty pheasants running over. The good days are gone forever.

I took these three back home, the yard has been tidied up, everyone seems to be gone, I don't know where to go to play again.

Putting down the bamboo basket, I just sprinkled some millet into it to prevent the pheasants from messing around, and looked around the house to see if it was in the room.

"No one in the kitchen... No one in the bedroom... The study... Someone!"

No grandparents were found, nor grandma Li, not even my sister.

But in the study, in front of his own desk, Xiao Qi stood there, looking at something.

More than just walking over quietly, it was the paintings I drew before, as well as calligraphy and so on.

"The painting is not bad, but this is the word, you still need to practice."

After finishing speaking, Xiaoqi hung up the paintings and characters again, and spread a piece of rice paper again, not only saw the situation, but immediately rubbed the ink.

Xiao Qi picked up the pen, smiled at him, dipped the pen in ink, and started writing on the paper.

"Do you know whose poem this is?"

Putting down the pen in his hand, Xiao Qi said to him.

The handwriting is very beautiful, and it is one of Liu Kezhuang's "Gifts to Taoist Liu in Yulong": Poems are not easy to compose, you must read them diligently, and the piano is also difficult to master.

This poem is generally used to persuade students, Xiao Qi probably wants him to study hard, right?

"Fortunately, I have read a lot recently..."

Most people can't rush this poem at all, maybe Liu Kezhuang, many people have never heard of it.

But this guy is no ordinary person. Liu Kezhuang is a poet, lyricist, and poetry critic of the Southern Song Dynasty.The name is Qianfu and the name is Houcun.A native of Putian, Fujian.A leader in the literary world in the late Song Dynasty and an important representative of the Xin School of poets, he had a heroic and generous writing style.

These names all belong to him, but the most important thing is that he has the longest lifespan, the highest official position, and the greatest achievements among the poets in the world.

He lived to be 82 years old, which was rare in the late Southern Song Dynasty. His life was full of ups and downs. In his later years, he devoted himself to the creation of Ci Fu and put forward many innovative theories.

But there are also some special places. In his later years, he tended to worship Jia Sidao, and he was ridiculed by others with flattering words and flattering words.

However, he also spoke out with righteousness, criticized the current evils, and impeached powerful officials.

Mr. Hu Shi said in his "History of Vernacular Literature" that "has tragic feelings, noble insights, and great talents".

Lin Xiyi's "Mr. Liu Gong Xing Zhang of Houcun" said that people at that time, "Zong Yan who talked about poetry, Zong Yan who talked about literature, and Zong Yan who talked about four or six", was known as a generation of Wen Zong in the late Southern Song Dynasty.

It was not only recently that he saw this outstanding man from the late Southern Song Dynasty. After he got to know him, he liked him very much. He lived long enough, he was flexible and flexible, he could be subdued and said nice things, and he could also be tough when needed.

"not bad!"

Listening to what he said, Xiaoqi nodded with a smile. During this time, the deepest impression on her was that she was strong, foodie, and brave.

The last time she had a fight with a murderer, and this time she was rescuing someone from a fire, she was so frightened. If it weren't for the fact that they often talked about literature in dreams, and that he also drew pictures for herself, she would have almost thought he was a fool. Husband.

After all, these days are too impressive.

Not only did he feel a little overwhelmed when he heard her compliments, he held his head high and his chest high, and the proud expression on his face was clearly visible. He was really a person who couldn't hide secrets!

Xiao Qi shook his head and moved away, letting him write as well.

Not only was he not polite, Xiaoqi had just advised him to study hard and practice hard. He had indeed put too little thought into this aspect during this period. Teacher Tang in the system was probably very angry.

Although he was already dead...

Putting his hand behind his back, he took out Ziyi as if by magic, and was about to write with the ink just now. Xiao Qi looked at the inkstone and quickly ground the ink for him. The best ink will be produced only when the grinding is stopped.

"I really wonder if you have a blue fat man who always takes things from behind..."

(End of this chapter)