"mother."
At dinner, Jiang Heng said, "Can you teach me martial arts after I finish reading the book?"
"There are books under the sky that can never be read," said Mrs. Zhao. "You should slap yourself in the face when you say such ignorant words."
Jiang Heng: "Then I... Then you teach me martial arts, and I must study hard."
"I want to learn the skill of slaughtering pigs and dogs," Mrs. Zhao said lightly, "unless I die."
Jiang Heng stopped talking, and Mrs. Zhao said again, "Even if I turn to ashes, I won't let you practice martial arts in this life, just give up."
"Why?!" Jiang Heng said depressedly, "What if someone wants to beat me?"
Mrs. Zhao said, "Then let them beat you up. If you don't fight back, if you don't retaliate, you are a saint. Wouldn't it be better for them to kill you?"
Jiang Heng stopped talking, and after a while he said, "You haven't taught Geng Shu martial arts yet."
"Seek benevolence," Madam Zhao said. "A man who kills with a sword will end up with a sword. He deserves such a life."
"Who has no death?" Jiang Heng said, "'In life, between heaven and earth, if a white horse crosses a gap, it's just a sudden. The attention is sudden, but nothing is missing; Transform into and die. Creatures mourn, humans mourn'…”
Mrs. Zhao sneered: "It is precisely because you are not allowed to practice martial arts that you have learned this calligraphy to talk back. Don't you feel shameless when you say this?"
"My Iceberg Beauty Wife"
"I just..." Jiang Heng said helplessly, "Okay."
Jiang Heng never knew that his mother could use the sword. The arrival of Geng Shu revealed many secrets that he never thought of, and suddenly turned his closed little world upside down.
"Is Geng Shu my brother?" Jiang Heng said suddenly.
Mrs. Zhao's hand holding the spoon trembled lightly, imperceptibly, knowing that although this son is not familiar with the world, he is not stupid at all. The cause and effect can be guessed by guessing.
"I will start writing articles tomorrow." Mrs. Zhao said coldly, "Go away after eating."
"Then Geng Shu he..."
"If I don't like him one day, maybe I will kill him on a whim." Mrs. Zhao said seriously to her son, "If you don't want to see the scene where his head is separated, don't always remind your mother. He's coming, okay?"
Jiang Heng: "…"
Jiang Heng knew that he guessed right, but he wasn't too worried about his mother killing Geng Shu. She seemed to treat everyone like this, with a sullen look in her eyes. He had never seen her smile since he was sensible. Pass. However, he felt it was necessary to apologize to Geng Shu for his mother's viciousness.
Today, he can't quite understand what it means to him suddenly having a brother. But one thing is clear to him, that is, from now on, he should not always be alone.
Geng Shu poured a bucket of cold water and wiped himself in the backyard. Jiang Heng hid under the pillar to look at him. As soon as someone arrived, Geng Shu looked up at him. Jiang Heng just smiled at him, and beckoned him to go over.
"I'll change your medicine." Jiang Heng said.
"No." Geng Shu said.
Jiang Heng insisted: "Come on."
Geng Shu turned back and glanced into the room. Granny Wei was sewing under the window, and Geng Shu walked to the porch. Jiang Heng couldn't help but said, took his hand, and the two ran back to Jiang Heng's room with bare feet. Just like last night, Jiang Heng gave him medicine, and Geng Shu leaned on his side to let him toss, but today's conversation was much more familiar than last night.
"is that useful?"
"Um."
"Look, I said it's useful." Jiang Heng smiled.
Geng Shu's eyes were always on the jade, Jiang Heng put it under the pillow last night, revealing a corner. Jiang Heng noticed that Geng Shu seemed to care about this jade pendant, so he thought of letting Granny Wei make up a pendant another day, and still return it to him. After all, there is no shortage of jade at home. For him, it was just an ordinary stone.
"Are your hands sore? You've practiced swords, but can't you lift them up?" Jiang Heng asked again.
Geng Shu shook his head and looked at Jiang Heng again. Tonight Jiang Heng always had a smile in his eyes, while Geng Shu frowned slightly, as if judging the meaning of his expression.
"My mother has always been like this," Jiang Heng thought about it, and finally said, "Don't take offense."
Geng Shu didn't answer, his eyes were a little distracted. Jiang Heng added: "She also often beat me with a whip, but if she didn't read..."
"You read it once," Geng Shu said suddenly, "will you recite it?"
"Ah?" Jiang Heng nodded inexplicably, "Well, yes, have you read Wan Zhang?"
Geng Shu said, "I can't read."
Jiang Heng was shocked: "You can't read?"
Jiang Heng couldn't imagine that there were still people who couldn't read in this world, and asked, "How could they not be literate? Isn't literacy... inborn?"
"No one taught me." Geng Shu replied simply, "Lettering is not innate."
Jiang Heng had a thought in his heart, and was about to say, let me teach you, I will teach you to read, and you teach me to learn swords. After changing the medicine in his hand, Geng Shu got up and said, "Let's go."
Jiang Heng wanted to chase out, but Geng Shu turned around and closed his door, blocking him in the room. Jiang Heng was accustomed to this cold and indifferent relationship, his mother was like this, so was his wife Wei, but Geng Shu's behavior made him not surprised, so he had to go back to the room to lie down, but he didn't care about Geng Shu's attitude.
There was a lot of wind outside the room that night, Jiang Heng fell into a daze, felt someone standing beside his couch, and opened his eyes suddenly.
"Who?" Jiang Heng was taken aback and found out that it was Geng Shu.
Geng Shu stood quietly and glanced down at Yu Jue, whose corner was exposed under the pillow.
Jiang Heng said, "Is it cold in your room?" Then he gave way to the couch and signaled, "Are you coming up to sleep?"
Geng Shu was barefoot, wearing a shirt, and stared at Yu Jue under the pillow. The two were relatively silent for a moment, then Geng Shu suddenly said, "My father gave it to me."
Jiang Heng took Yujue out from under the pillow, handed it to Geng Shu, and said, "I know, I know it's yours, I just want to weave some tassels, and I'll pay you back."
Geng Shu was silent for a long, long time. Finally, he turned his head and left Jiang Heng's bedroom. Jiang Heng grabbed Yujue and chased after him. Geng Shu said, "Forget it, you can keep it."
The strong wind blew open the door, Jiang Heng looked at Geng Shu's figure, and was completely awake when the cold wind blew.
"Brother." Jiang Heng suddenly shouted.
Geng Shu visibly paused, then turned around suddenly, with shock in his eyes. When Jiang Heng wanted to say more, Geng Shu had disappeared behind the corridor.
One night, the strong wind blew pear flowers all over the ground, and the tea millet in the corner bloomed prosperously and brilliantly. Today, Jiang Heng was in the study, writing an essay on the reed paper. Mrs. Zhao threw a sword-style book directly in front of Geng Shu and said, "The first three pages are for the exam in the afternoon."
After Mrs. Zhao left, Geng Shu, who was practicing swordsmanship under the sun, and Jiang Heng, who was biting the pen tube, were left in the front yard.
Geng Shu said to Jiang Heng in despair, "What should I do?"
"I'll read it to you," Jiang Heng said hurriedly, "Come on, give it to me."
Jiang Heng recited it a few times, Geng Shu nodded, and went to practice his sword. Jiang Heng wrote a few lines, took out a tassel from the seam of the pillow under the case, sewed a few silk sashes, looked at the case and put some reed paper on it, and then looked up at Geng Shu in the courtyard, focusing on three things.
"I forgot again, read it again?" Geng Shu suddenly held the sword manual and gestured to Jiang Heng. Jiang Heng was very happy to be called, and quickly put down the pen, came out with the half-knitted tassels, and said, "The shoulders are as deep as a deep. It means to sink and not move."
"Understood." Geng Shu sent him back to write an essay and began to practice swordsmanship.
"Can I teach you to read?" Jiang Heng thought for a while, but didn't say the second half of the sentence, just because the books he had read taught him that the way to treat people should not be coerced by grace, nor should it be used as a deal. Let Geng Shu teach him sword practice.
"I can't teach you to learn the sword." Geng Shu said a lot today.
"I know," Jiang Heng said helplessly, "My mother won't let me practice martial arts."
"No, it's because I didn't learn it myself," Geng Shu gave an unexpected answer. He waved his hand, focused on practicing swordsmanship, and replied, "Let's talk about it when I learn it."
"Okay." Jiang Heng smiled cheerfully.
After reading "Wan Zhang", Jiang Heng had to write three post-reading explanations. After Mrs. Zhao read it, she did not comment. She kept the reed paper still sealed, put it on the shelf, and instructed: "Next, read "Heaven" Argument"."
"I read it last autumn." Jiang Heng replied, and then he recited: "Heaven|acts are constant, not for Yao's survival, not for Jie's death..."
Mrs. Zhao waved her sleeves and said, "Forget it, just read Autumn Water."
"When the autumn waters come, hundreds of rivers fill the rivers; the rivers are so great that there is no debate between the two cliffs. So..."
"Okay." Mrs. Zhao suddenly felt a vague sense of fear. How could this room of books be read by her eight-year-old son? !
"What about 'Da Tou'?" Mrs. Zhao looked at Jiang Heng with a hint of unnoticeable nervousness. Fortunately, this time Jiang Heng was dazed and asked, "What is Da Tou?"
"Letters from Mr. Mo Zhai." Mrs. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who is Mo Di?" Jiang Heng asked curiously.
"That yellow-haired old man last time." Mrs. Zhao said.
Jiang Heng remembered that the tall old man who looked like a Hu was one of the few guests in the Jiang family.
He took a pile of bamboo slips, staggered, and put them on the table with difficulty. Mrs. Zhao held the bamboo ruler in her hand, patted it, and said, "Just read these. Read it from the second day of junior high. If you want to be lazy, pay attention to your flesh." Then she turned to Geng Shu in the courtyard, and corrected his sword moves for him.
Jiang's family had a day off on the first and fifteenth day of the first month. At the end of the month, Jiang Heng easily completed his homework. Judging from his mother's expression, it was always impeccable, and there was always no compliment, only a fluttering sentence "Alright. Row".
Tomorrow is a holiday, and there is no need to study. Jiang Heng will have nothing to do, and the grass grows on his head. However, now that Geng Shu is here, he has a company. trip, that's even better.
The sound of wind and rain at night was intermittent. After the lights in the east wing were turned off, Jiang Heng's small figure quietly passed through the corridor, went around to the backyard, and came to the window of the service room where Geng Shu lived, and heard heavy breathing inside. Jiang Heng knocked on the window a few times, but got no response. He pushed open the door of Geng Shu's room and approached the couch, but Geng Shu on the couch turned over at this moment.
"Brother," Jiang Heng said in a low voice, "are you asleep?"
Geng Shu seemed to have no idea that Jiang Heng would suddenly appear in the middle of the night. He suddenly turned over and sat up, gave a little to the couch, and covered his face with the quilt in one hand.
"Let's go," Geng Shu said, "do, what to do? Hurry up."
Jiang Heng immediately booed and said, "Are you sick?"
Jiang Heng reached out to touch it, but Geng Shu immediately locked his wrist. The night wind blew open the window beside the couch, and Jiang Heng suddenly saw two lines of water marks on Geng Shu's face through the little bit of light from the night sky.
Geng Shu's breathing gradually calmed down, Jiang Heng climbed onto the couch, knelt down and closed the window. He originally wanted to say a few words, but when he saw Geng Shu crying in the bed on this stormy night, Suddenly nothing could be said. A puzzled expression appeared on Geng Shu's face, and the two children looked at each other. After a long while, Jiang Heng remembered the purpose of looking for him, and took out the jade pendant from his arms. The jade pendant had a clumsy and messy red stalk on it. , and handed it to Geng Shu.
"This is for you." Jiang Heng hugged his knees, sat on Geng Shu's couch, and said, "Did you miss your parents?"
It stands to reason that Jiang Heng's father is also Geng Shu's father, but he never felt that the man he had never met was qualified to be regarded as a "father" by him. Perhaps only for Geng Shu, he really had a complete family.
Geng Shu took Yujue, looked down, and said "um".
"Tell me about Dad." Jiang Heng couldn't help saying.
"Another day." Geng Shu said, "Go back to sleep, go."
Geng Shu pulled off the quilt and lay in. Jiang Heng replied, "Okay."
"Don't tell your wife and mother-in-law." Geng Shu said in the bed.
Jiang Heng took care of this little secret, closed the door for Geng Shu, and went back to the east wing. After Geng Shu heard that he was gone, he got up from the couch again, pushed the window door open a small crack and looked out, only to see Jiang Heng walking back in the dark, accidentally kicked the flower fence and jumped in pain. After a few moments, I heard a "squeak" pushing the door in Granny Wei's room again, so Geng Shu hurriedly closed the window, Jiang Heng speeded up and ran away.