The boy's eyebrows are tall and his posture is loose. He is looking at Tang Shi with a look of contempt with his chin raised at this time, but in Tang Shi's eyes, there is still a shallow guilty conscience hidden under that gaze.
Tang Shi walked out of the house with the two children and came to the courtyard, showing a pure smile, which made life not feel bad.
"Excuse me, is the young master talking to me?" He bowed slightly, looking polite and harmless.
The young man also seemed to think that he had gone too far. It wasn't that he looked down on Tang Shi and the others. The main reason was that when he woke up this morning, his father checked his studies, shook his head and sighed, and finally mentioned a country prodigy? He was out of breath for a while, so he wanted to come over to find a place.
He thought he would see a thin boy in patched clothes, silently reciting poetry and books, but he never expected that he would see a big fat man savagely sweeping away The food on the plate is beyond words!
Is this the prodigy? Isn't his father really kidding him? Is he not as good as such a person? So, under such shame and anger, Chen Hong said such mean words without thinking.
He thought that the other party would get angry and fight with him, but what kind of child prodigy asked himself politely with such a good temper, maybe, a person's food appearance doesn't mean anything? It may be that the breakfast at Grandpa Zheng's house is so delicious, and he has never seen anything in the world, so he has lost the demeanor of a child prodigy.
Chen Hong made an explanation for Tang Shi's behavior in his heart, and then looked at Tang Shi's warm smile and pouted his lips embarrassedly, "Yes, you are Tang Shi?"
Tang Shi nodded casually, without being cautious in front of Chen Jiangui and them.
Chen Hong looked at him up and down again, but still couldn't find any qualities that a child prodigy should have, so he disliked it and said, "My father said that you are very powerful, why don't we compare?"
Tang Shi still smiled innocently, "What does the young master want?"
Chen Hong is quite satisfied with his attitude, unlike those in the school, who are either flattering or self-sufficient, hum!
Chen Hong shouted to the outside of the hospital: "Bring it in."
Immediately, a book boy came in with a bookcase respectfully, "Master."
Chen Hong motioned him to put the box on the stone table in the courtyard, and then opened it. When Tang Shi looked over, he saw that there were schools such as "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Surnames", "Thousand Characters" and so on. Basic teaching books.
"Do you recognize the words?" Chen Hong glanced at Tang Shi.
Tang Shi shook his head shyly, "I don't know."
Chen Hong was immediately surprised. He looked at Tang Shi like he was looking at a rare species. There is a big difference in the degree of difficulty between recognizing and not recognizing characters for endorsement!
"If you don't listen to it, you'll memorize it, right?"
Tang Shi's eyes were clear and innocent, "I only remember part of it, but I can't remember all of it."
Chen Hong thought for a while, "Since this is the case, I don't want to take advantage of you, so we won't compare, but I still have to test you." He pulled out a book with a blue cover from the bookcase. When Tang saw the title of the book, it turned out to be The Book of Songs.
"These two words are read as 'Book of Songs', you can read it to this young master." Chen Hong sat on the stone bench and taught Tang Shi like a teacher.
Many people have an inexplicable sense of awe for their teachers when they are studying as children, and they also have the idea of becoming a teacher when they grow up. It seems that this young master is also in this "good teacher" team.
Tang Shi laughed in his heart, but his face was serious, "Book of Songs."
Seeing him looking at him with longing eyes, Chen Hong was amused, and suddenly aroused an inexplicable sense of mission in his heart, he said to Tang Shi: "My young master is reading a poem now, listen carefully. Guan Guan Jujiu, In Riverland…”
He was only eleven years old, and in the Tang Dynasty, he probably hadn't even entered junior high school or had just entered junior high school. His voice was still very immature, and when he read this poem seriously, he always felt hilarious.
He read the whole poem in cadence, and both Tang Feng and Tang Song looked at him with some admiration. Tang Shi was wondering if the young master understood the meaning of the poem, when Chen Hong asked him, "Do you remember?"
"I remembered some." Tang Shi replied "honestly".
Chen Hong motioned him to look back.
Tang Shi started to memorize from his head, and after two paragraphs, he started to stumble when he reached the third paragraph. When he recited the fourth paragraph, there were more mistakes than right, but even so, Chen Hong's eyes changed when he looked at Tang Shi. extremely complicated. He thought that he had listened to the teacher's teaching word by word, and he had memorized it so many times before he could fully memorize it. However, Bai Ding, who did not recognize the word in Tang Shi, could almost memorize it after just listening to it once. The gap was too great. Not convinced.
This is completely the picture of the gods crushing the scumbags.
Chen Hong did the same, changed another book, and found a sloppy article at random, but he couldn't read it smoothly, so he asked Tang Shi to memorize it after reading it.
Tang Shi seriously copied Chen Hong's hyphenation, as if he didn't feel anything wrong, but Chen Hong's face was about to burn. He heard it. Tang Shi just recited it according to his own reading method. He didn't feel it when he read it by himself, but now when Tang Shi recites it, he feels a little ashamed. Even the book boy behind him is holding back laughter. .
"Okay, don't memorize it." Chen Hong stood up and glared at Tang Shi, "Hmph, I'll come back to you after school."
Tang Shi looked at him innocently, and Chen Hong felt that he seemed to be bullying others, but he would not apologize to Tang Shi!
Tang Shi watched him leave the yard and saw that Tang Feng and Tang Song were still in shock, so he patted the two of them and asked, "How much did you remember?"
Tang Song's face was bulging, "I just remembered the first few sentences."
"What about you?" Tang Shi asked Tang Feng.
Tang Feng frowned slightly, "I remembered two paragraphs of that poem, but I didn't remember much of the article that followed."
Tang Shi nodded. Generally speaking, rhythmic poems are much easier to memorize than articles. Tang Feng can remember two paragraphs of poems.
It is better to study early, Tang Feng is ten years old this year, Tang Song is six years old, Tang Song can take a while, but Tang Feng needs to let him go to school as soon as possible.
"Ah Feng, do you want to read?" When Tang Shi asked this sentence, his face was full of seriousness and seriousness.
Tang Feng was infected by his emotions and nodded heavily, "Think!"
"Okay." Tang Shi smiled and patted his shoulder, "Uncle will definitely let you study."
Tang Feng looked up at him, and suddenly felt that it was not bad to have such an uncle.
At that time, the Zhao family in Tangjia Village.
Zhao Xu looked at Zhao Jin, who frowned with some worry, "Brother, did something happen?"
Zhao Jin raised his eyes to look at her, "Hong Zhong said that Hongyu was gone that day, did you hear that?"
Zhao Xu nodded, "That brother went to the back mountain to see, can you have any clues?"
Zhao Jin shook his head, "According to the traces on the scene, Hongyu was indeed taken by someone else, but I can't think of who this person is. And... "
"And what?"
"And the death of two people is very strange. I still don't understand the process." He told Zhao Xu what he saw, and Zhao Xu also felt very strange.
Zhao Jin filtered all the suspicious people over and over in his mind, but he felt that those people were unlikely. Could it be that he wanted to be wrong
In the back mountain of Tangjia Village, apart from Tangjia Village people, there are basically no other people. Could it be that Tangjia Village people picked it up? For some reason, he suddenly remembered that, apart from Hong Zhong, Tang Shi and others were the only ones who had been to the back mountain, and Tang Shi was inexplicably later than Tang Feng and the others returning to the village. Could it be that he picked it up
This idea just flashed in his mind. After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't help laughing and muttering: "How is this possible?"
The author has something to say: Tang Shi (yin laugh): The red jade is in my hands.
Zhao Jin: This is not important, the important thing is - add drama to me! ! !