Shen Mo: "..."
Bai Youwei: "..."
Du Lai: "..."
Fu Miaoxue: "..."
After the old scholar recited "Not for Gou De" ten times, Shen Mo asked, "Who remembers what's behind this sentence?"
Du looked at Fu Miaoxue.
Fu Miaoxue rolled her eyes, "Don't look at me, I only remember the first two paragraphs!"
Shen Mo looked at Bai Youwei.
Bai Youwei sighed irritably, "Okay, I get it."
Du Lai and Fu Miaoxue didn't know why.
Shen Mo said to them, "you wait here for a while."
"Where are you going?" Du Lai asked suspiciously.
"Outside the door." Shen Mo glanced down at Bai Youwei and said lightly, "We have something to discuss."
He pushed Bai Youwei to the second door.
Du Laizheng was suspicious, and suddenly he heard a low-pitched conversation outside the second door, like an old man, sighing heavily: "Oh, this is an ancient poem that must be recited in junior high school..."
"I never went to junior high school!" Bai Youwei's voice suddenly overwhelmed him.
The old man was silent.
Fu Miaoxue nervously hugged Du Lai's arm and whispered, "It's so scary~ Why does another old man appear..."
Du Lai frowned and looked at the threshold.
After a few seconds, an old man outside the door said loudly: "Life is also what I want, and what I want is more than living, so I don't want to get it; death is also what I hate, and what I hate is more than the dead, so I am suffering. Something is wrong!"
The old scholar in the door was stunned for a while, and then continued: "If you make people want more than life, why not use anyone who can gain life?"
The old man outside the door responded in rhythm: "There is nothing more to hate than the dead, so why not do anything that can cure the sick?"
The old scholar said again: "From this, there is no need to be born, and from this, you can avoid trouble and have nothing to do!"
The old man replied again: "That's why what you desire is more than that of the living, and what you hate is more than that of the dead!"
"Not only sages have a heart..."
"Everyone has it, and the sages can't lose their ears!"
The two old people sing together! Mutual exchange!
A lively voice!
Another impassioned!
A sonorous force!
Another melodious and melodious!
In this gloomy ancient house, the two old people sang passionately one after another, and actually read the entire "Fish I Want" in its entirety!
Fu Miaoxue was scared to death.
Listening to two old men recite poetry in the middle of the night is so scary!
Finally finished reading, the old scholar laughed three times, ha, ha, ha:
"Fun! Fun! All the guests are so talented, well-rounded, and full of knowledge, this old man admires it! Today's visit, it's really called the brilliance of the humble house!"
He bowed his hands to them: "Come in, come in, come in quickly—"
After saying that, he pushed open the door of the main house with a bang!
Fu Miaoxue let out a short scream and then jumped into Du Lai's arms!
Du Lai's face was even uglier than hers!
(After all, he is not a puppet, his expression is more vivid.)
I saw the main room was brightly lit! There is a long blood-red table with fruit and scented candles in the middle, and two high-backed chairs on the left and right, two paper figures sitting on the left and right!
The paper was made of white paper, with extremely black eyes and extremely red mouth! She was wearing a very gorgeous paper dress!
The white-haired old scholar bowed his hands to the two paper figures and said, "Father, mother, there are guests coming from afar. I invite them to come in and sit down."
Fu Miaoxue tightly hugged Du Lai's neck and did not let go. If she was still alive, she would definitely be able to squeeze out tears at this moment!
Du Lai was so strangled by her that she could hardly breathe.
When Shen Mo and Bai Youwei came back, they also saw the paper figurines in the main room, and their expressions changed.
After reporting the situation to the paper man, the old scholar walked out, stood at the door of the main room, and bowed his hands to the four of them: "Dear guests, please come in—"