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Shang Yiyi also swam back, spit out his head, wiped his face and said to Xie Mo, "You are really amazing, I can't surpass you even after all my efforts." Then he looked at Cheng Yuwei , "A Wei, you don't seem to go swimming, what's the matter?"

Xie Mo suppressed a smile and thought that he and Miss Shang belonged to the group who couldn't read their faces. Seeing that Young Master Cheng was angry with them, he couldn't talk anymore.

He cleared his throat and said, "Well, Miss Shang, I think you just swam the butterfly well, and you should be fine in other events too."

"You can just call me Chayi," Shang Chayi said to him, "I can do other sports too, and I even won a championship in freestyle before."

"Then let's swim around each other and let Ah Wei take a look." Xie Mo said, "The speed doesn't need to be too fast, just swim for a while."

"Okay." Shang Yi said with a smile.

Miss Shang tied her hair back for swimming and coiled it up. Her face after washing was as fresh and refined as a water lily. Xie Mo looked at her, and then at Cheng Yuwei who had been silent beside her, She quietly reached out and shook his hand, and squeezed it lightly.

Cheng Yuwei still stood there quietly without speaking.

Xie Mo spent the next two hours with Shang Yiyi, swimming or resting, often sitting on the shore chatting after swimming a few laps. Shang Yiyi had always wanted to find Cheng Yuwei to join him, but the latter didn't know anything about swimming. Basically didn't say a few words.

When he left the swimming pool, the servant had already put the towels on the side of the fruit plate. Shang Yiyi first wrapped one for himself, then handed another to Xie Mo, took the last one and wrapped it around Cheng Yuwei's neck, and wiped his face and shoulders for him. , This person came to the swimming pool and felt like he was taking a bath, and he didn't even get his hair wet.

After going upstairs, Shang Yi went back to his room to take a shower, Xie Mo and Cheng Yuyi went back to the bedroom one after the other, wiped their hair and asked him: "I see you have been unhappy this afternoon, why?"

"I'm not unhappy." Cheng Yuwei glanced at him and said lightly.

"Could it be that you're unhappy because I'm too close to your fiancée?" Xie Mo rolled his eyes and asked again.

"Why should I be upset that you are intimate with her?" Cheng Yuwei gave him an annoyed look, "She won't become your fiancée."

Xie Mo couldn't help laughing, in fact, this person's mind is quite easy to guess, basically he is the type who puts everything on his face, he probably has never had a good face since the moment he saw himself and Miss Shang go into the water.

Thinking of this, Xie Mo said, "Why don't I take some time to teach you how to swim someday?"

After being his teacher for so long, this was the first time he took the initiative to preach for him. Cheng Yuwei finally raised his lips and said, "You said this yourself, I didn't ask you."

Cheng Yuwei really didn't want to admit that he really didn't like those two people being together, it wasn't because of anything else, it was just because they talked and laughed so happily that he seemed to be isolated, cough, or he looked stupid like this, I can't swim, and I can't understand what others say in terms of professionalism.

In the afternoon, he sat by the pool and watched the performance of those two people. Although he couldn't see clearly, their movements were beautiful, shuttling through the pool like a fish. If he could be like them, that would be nice.

Cheng Yuwei raised his head to look at the person in front of him, and began to admire this tyrant again. Sure enough, as long as he does something, he must be outstanding. How can he be so good?

"Okay, go take a shower, I'll go to another bathroom." Cheng Yuwei said again.

Xie Mo's eyes curled up: "I don't mind if you wash it with me."

"I mind!" Cheng Yuwei turned around and strode out of the bedroom.

For dinner that day, Cheng’s mother specially ordered the kitchen to cook a table of Chinese food. She sat between Xie Mo and Shang Yiyi, and frequently served food for the two of them. Cheng Yuwei sat opposite them, eating her own food with a sullen face, and looked up from time to time. Have a look.It may be that his eyes were too pretentious. After a while, when he lowered his head, he found that there was an extra piece of chicken in his bowl, and when he looked up again, he saw the face of his father watching over with a smile.

Cheng Yuwei blushed, picked up the piece of meat and ate it, feeling that he seemed a little too childish.

After the meal, the three children went out for a walk together, and when they returned to the bedroom, there were only two of them left. Shang Yiyi went to chat with Cheng Yuwei's mother.

"Xueba, what are you going to do tonight?" Cheng Yuwei sat on the sofa and asked.

Since Cheng Yuwei had classes with Xie Mo, he alternately read books and played games at night, so it is estimated that Xueba will be more serious than him.

"Have you installed Oracle or SqlServer on your computer?" Xie Mo, who was sitting next to him, didn't answer the question.

Cheng Yuwei: "...What? What does that mean?"

He looked at that person very puzzled, completely unable to understand the meaning of those English words.

"..." Xie Mo smiled helplessly, "Then naturally there is no C++ and J□□A, right?"

"What the hell are you talking about..." Cheng Yuwei wanted to go crazy.

"Then let me see what books you have here." Xie Mo had no choice but to stand up and walk towards Cheng Yuwei's bookshelf, and the latter hurriedly got up to follow.

Master Cheng's room is complete with desks and bookshelves, as well as the four treasures of the study. Those who don't know will think that the person who lives here is a great literati, but Xie Mo casually glanced at the inkstone, brush washer and pen holder on the desk. It was clean enough, probably just for show, if no one came to help wipe it, it would have been dusty, and he was sure that the young master had never used these things.

As for the bookshelf, the area is very large, and the mahogany wood is very classical and elegant. It can hold [-] books. Xie Mo saw that the bottom two floors and the top floor are filled with classical literature and Chinese and foreign masterpieces. I don't know if the young master's jade hand condescended to touch them.

The three floors in the middle do not fit the style of this bookshelf, because they are all fantasy novels. You can find novels published several years ago, and there are more new ones, but... Xie Mo wandered around in front of the bookshelf , Inadvertently swept to the middle of the fourth floor, there was a book that looked out of place, with two big words printed on the spine of the book: The Book of Songs.

He suppressed a smile, took out the book, and flipped through it casually.

I don't know if this is the most careful book that Young Master Cheng has ever read in his life. It is written with strokes and added a lot of words. At first glance, it looks like it was written by a diligent person.

"Are you reading this book now?" Xie Mo looked at Cheng Yu's only eyes and asked. He remembered that he once told him the above poems, and he said that he would come back after he had completed his studies in professional courses. The person who asked himself about this book did not expect to start reading it now. Speaking of which, the source of this book was mentioned because of his fiancée's name. I don't know if this is the reason why the young master read the book so early.

Cheng Yuwei cleared his throat and said with some embarrassment, "Yes."

"Then how many songs have you memorized?" Xie Mo asked again.

"More than 30, less than forty."

"The Book of Songs is not easy to memorize." Xie Mo said with a smile.

"It's okay," Cheng Yuwei blushed a little, "I just read the notes while reading the translation. The new words are all pinyin, and it doesn't take much effort to memorize a song."

Cheng Yuwei didn't expect to start learning the Book of Songs at this meeting, but he wanted to try reciting it by himself out of admiration for Xueba, but he found that it was not easy, and he needed to concentrate on it, so he couldn't stop reciting it. Come down, this kind of thing is very suitable for self-cultivation, especially he also found that there are indeed many particularly nice sentences in it.

"Then which one do you like best?" Xie Mo looked at him and asked.

Cheng Yuwei thought for a while: "'I'm going to Dongshan, and I won't return. I'm from the east, and there's no rain." , Xueba, you must know where these two sentences come from, right?"

Xie Mo couldn't help laughing even more, did this person want to test him?Putting the book back, he said: "Of course, "Dongshan" and "Caiwei" are both related to the war. I can't see that you are worried about the country and the people. Well, I have almost memorized the Book of Songs , Does your family have "Historical Records"? I'm reading the biographies of Zhongni's disciples, do you know who Zhongni is?" He raised his eyebrows in the last sentence.

"...Zhongni who else is Confucius!" Cheng Yu was the only one who saw his eyes twinkle and sparkle and didn't get angry at all. He really regarded himself as a literary idiot, just read a history. There is nothing to show off in this book of poetry.Cheng Yuwei said angrily: "I don't have historical records in my room, but my father's study should have them. I'll take you to have a look."

"Okay, I'll trouble you then." Xie Mo said and patted him on the shoulder.

Cheng Yuwei went back to the bedroom at night and would not go out unless there was an accident. If he wanted to eat, he would ask someone to bring it. If he wanted to go to the bathroom, the bathroom was all brought in by the room, unless his blood boiled and he wanted to go for a run and play ball or something. , but this kind of situation is very rare, and he has never seen him running to the study on the third floor at night.

Cheng's father didn't work in the study at night, and he did it in the bedroom, so Cheng Yuwei went all the way up to the third floor with the lights on.

The study room is very large, with several rows of bookshelves, quite like a small library, but there are also sofas and coffee tables here, so it doesn't feel serious, but rather warm.

"Historical Records, if there are any, must be in the S section. My dad's books are arranged alphabetically," Cheng Yuwei said, "He's also afraid that he might mess them up and find them."

As he spoke, he went to the third row to look for it, and he found a whole set of historical records behind the capital letter S, so he asked, "Which volume is your biography of Zhongni's disciples?"

"Book Three." Xie Mo said.

"Then here you are." Cheng Yuwei took out the book marked "three" and handed it to Xie Mo.

"Thank you." The latter looked up and smiled at him. The cover of the book in his hand is very old, but it looks new, but it is not because no one has flipped it, but it is very well preserved. The things marked on it are comparable to those of the person in front of him. There are so many books of poetry.

Cheng Yuwei rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and said, "By the way, I still have something to ask you."

"What?" Xie Mo looked at him.

"I know you can play the piano, can you play me one?"

"Do you have a piano at home?" Xie Mo asked in surprise holding the book.

"Yes, it's in the musical instrument room, I'll take you there." Cheng Yuwei said and took the lead to leave the study.