My wife is frail and sickly

Chapter 17 Are You Shy?
Since then, Shen Xiaolou has unlocked new skills, asking scholars for advice every now and then, and flirting with them confidently under the guise of learning how to read.

"Scholar, I went to the city yesterday to visit a bookstore. The shopkeeper told me that a girl like me should read this book." Shen Xiaolou took out a book from behind and placed it in front of the scholar. The book cover said "The Book of Songs" "Two words, "I already know these two words for reading the Book of Songs. Please teach me how to read the poems in it."

Shen Xiaolou flipped through it casually, then stopped, "Let's start with this article, scholar, what do these two characters read?"

"Jianjia." The scholar stretched his head.

"Jianjia!" Shen Xiaolou repeated, clapping his hands happily, "It sounds so profound, what do you mean?"

"Jianjia means reed. Jianjia is the reed growing by the water." The scholar explained.

"Oh, it turns out to be reeds. If you say that, I will understand." Shen Xiaolou suddenly realized, and then urgently urged, "Teach me quickly, are they talking about reeds?"

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

Shen Xiaolou looked innocent, "What's the matter? Is it difficult? Then just teach me a few more times and I will learn it seriously."

"No, no, yes, yes, I'm..." His hemming and hawing made Shen Xiaolou even more suspicious. She looked at his face as if she had discovered a new world, "Ah, scholar, why do you still have such a beautiful face?" Are you red? Are you shy? Is it because of Jian Jia? No, it’s just a few reeds. What’s the point of being embarrassed?"

Shen Xiaolou suppressed a smile in his heart and pretended to be serious. He was grateful in his heart: Fortunately, he didn't mess with "Guan Ju" at the beginning, otherwise the scholar's face would be as red as a monkey's butt?

Facing Shen Xiaolou's eyes that were as clear as mountain spring water, the scholar secretly breathed a sigh of relief and blamed himself for his random thoughts.Miss Shen is young, ignorant of the world, and as innocent as a piece of blank paper. How could he... shouldn't be, it's so inappropriate!

"Jian Jia is green, white dew is frost, so-called beauty..." The scholar read aloud, just like the dewdrops in the morning exuding clear crystal under the bath of the morning sun, and like the breeze blowing through the pine forest and sending waves of green waves, which makes people feel very comfortable. .

Shen Xiaolou followed the study seriously. After five times of study, she stopped and said, "Scholar, I have learned it! You are indeed a scholar. He is so knowledgeable! He is also very good at teaching others." She originally wanted to ask for advice, but she wanted to Forget it.

It's better not to embarrass the scholar. What should I do if I'm so frightened that I hide from her?
Before leaving, Shen Xiaolou opened the "Book of Songs" to the first chapter "Guan Ju" and said seriously to the scholar: "Xiucai, I have thought about it. In learning, we must be down-to-earth and start from the shallower to the deeper. Next time we will start from the beginning. Bar."

Some of the most beautiful love poems in the Book of Songs: "Guanyong", "Plucking Wei", and "Taoyao".The agreement between life and death is broad, and it is said by Zicheng.Holding my son's hand, I will grow old together with you; the green and green seeds will linger in my heart... She must learn it all in turn.

Haha, why is she so smart!
Her expression was innocent and innocent, like an ignorant child, admiring the scholar's embarrassment and tension due to her words. She looked back and smiled, and her steps jumped a lot.

The scholar with the red tips of his ears was stunned in place...

He suspected that Miss Shen did it on purpose, but after thinking about it, he thought it was impossible. Miss Shen...she had the nature of a child.

Do you really want to learn "Guan Ju" next time?Can I change it to another one?

Shen Xiaolou is completely unaware of the scholar's struggles. Even if she knew, she wouldn't take it to heart. On the contrary, she would be very proud of it. She has such a perverse and bad temper.

Shen Xiaolou likes to call him scholar, and sometimes calls him scholar, depending on his mood.

In fact, Shen Xiaolou most wanted to add the words "little brother" after scholar or scholar.Even though there is only one word difference between "brother" and "little brother", the meanings are quite different... I understand them all!

"Girl." Erya looked at her and hesitated to speak.

"Say!" Shen Xiaolou sat down on the soft couch, holding a pastry in one hand and reading a book in the other, "The sky is green, the dew is like frost, the so-called love is on the side of the water..." Who said the ancients were reserved?When you see a girl, you think about it day and night, tossing and turning, and can't sleep at night. Isn't this quite bold and unrestrained?This girl must be young and beautiful. If she is ugly... there is probably no such poem.

The power of love is indeed powerful, ah, what the hell, love is just based on lust!

Man, it is indeed not a good thing.

However, the poem was of a very high standard, and it was so catchy that even a science student like her fell in love with it.

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

Shen Xiaolou was thinking wildly, and Erya was in a dilemma.The girl is studying, should she say it or not?If it disturbs the girl's mood, will the girl also throw her off the cliff?

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

Why is this girl afraid of her again?She didn't even say twist her head off!Tsk tsk, you are too timid, you have to practice.

Erya hurriedly said, "Girl, this crop of vegetables has grown. My father asked me to ask you if it's time to sell it?"

"Grown up? So fast?" Shen Xiaolou suddenly remembered that today was the fifteenth day, and half a month had passed in the blink of an eye. Shen Xiaolou was living alone and didn't know what day it was now.

This is also a habit developed in the last days. It’s not easy to stay alive, and you don’t have to go to work. Who can remember the date?

On the 15th day of the first lunar month, during the Lantern Festival, we eat glutinous rice balls and light lanterns.

When Shen Xiaolou was a child, her family was poor and could not afford plastic lanterns with music, so her father bought paper lanterns for her sisters, which were made of bright and transparent cellophane. The lanterns were small, exquisite, and particularly delicate.When I grew up, my family's conditions improved, but I could no longer buy such lanterns.

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

When Shen Xiaolou was a child, he believed it deeply and always volunteered to help his mother look at the water in the facial lamp. When he grew up, he realized that there was no scientific basis at all.

At night, my mother would hold the lantern and shine it in the house, under the bed, behind the door, and in the nooks and crannies, while muttering something like, "Golden lanterns and silver lanterns will wipe out all scorpions and centipedes."

Then he pulled her and her sister forward and took photos one by one, focusing on the eyes and ears.When I was a child, I just thought it was fun. When I grew up, I realized that it was the simplest love a mother has for her children. She hoped that her children would be clear-sighted and free from disasters and diseases.

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

Looking at the girl whose face suddenly darkened, Erya panicked, "He, he, he..." He didn't say anything for a long time.

Really, is she that scary?Shen Xiaolou glanced at her and said, "Let your father tell me." After a pause, "Ask if anyone knows how to put up lanterns and put up a few for me."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Erya seems to have been granted amnesty. The girl is indeed moody and frightened to death.

(End of this chapter)