Nongben is passionate

As soon as Xie Mingyu came to the table, the atmosphere at the dinner table changed abruptly, changing from the previous rigorous and reserved, it immediately became lively and lively.The young man was born in a wealthy family, but he already had a good accent at a young age. He squinted his eyes and raised his mouth. He commented on current events, provocative words, and criticized people. An old man who is more than seventy years old sets a wooden table at the door of his house every day. Five handfuls of shallots are neatly placed in the middle of the table. The distance between the shallots is five centimeters. , only sell five pieces a day, and when they are sold out, the stalls are sold out--this little life is so handsome, he has the demeanor of a hidden master in martial arts novels; He began to read the Four Books at the age of six, and at the age of ten he "knows the careers of Zeng Wenzheng, Luo Wenzhong, and Zuo Wenxiang, and he is generous and ambitious." He praised himself not enough, and then praised his son—a three-year-old little boy. There is no one else in the sky and on the earth, and I blush for him.However, this person was lucky, and he fooled Guangxu into reforming. Fortunately, he had a vigorous beginning and a hasty end. He was named a failed hero, which seemed a bit unfulfilled——

Xie Mingyu and Xiao Fen, including the seemingly gentle Xie Hui, have a kind of arrogance in their bones. They have broad vision, flexible minds, and affluent families. They grew up smoothly and wanted to do things according to their own temperament. Do what you want, say what you want, carefree and straightforward, a little arrogant and proud.

Xie Xuan went back to the small study on the second floor, sat down at the table, picked up the pen, stared at the chemistry problem for a long time, but couldn't calm down, finally threw the pen on the table in a fit of anger, stood up and walked to the window. On the other side—the night was dark, like a ferocious beast showing contemptuous and arrogant look towards him, the coercion forced him to breathe—the indescribable anxiety almost rushed out of his body, wanting to scream, lose his temper, want to ... His gloomy face full of hostility was printed on the glass window, so strange——

He stared intently at himself on the glass window, looked hard, hard, then forced himself to close his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled—the yellow rosewood tree he walked to the side Behind the big desk, I added some water to the inkstone, gently rolled up my sleeves, and slowly rubbed the ink——

When he was young, he practiced calligraphy with his calligraphy teacher. Although the teacher was not a famous master, he had his own experience in calligraphy.Learn to grind before practicing calligraphy, and the posture, technique and exhalation are all strict.After several years of study, it is not so much that he has acquired a beautiful handwriting, it is better to say that what he has learned is a kind of calmness, neither arrogance nor impetuosity, neither favor nor shame——

Young people are always free and unrestrained, so how can they sit in the ink on rice paper for an entire afternoon? After he was sent to Zhoutang’s grandma’s house, his calligraphy learning was interrupted. The feeling of stagnation, but gradually, with the repeated circles, the residual familiarity in the body slowly spread, and the heart slowly calmed down, returning to the clarity and simplicity when I first learned characters——

At that time, what he first copied was Chu Suiliang's "Yin Fu Jing".An old gentleman taught him calligraphy. He told him that everyone can write calligraphy, but it is also difficult to learn. To learn this thing, you must first learn other things, and you must first understand how much content a stroke has. In "Yin Fu Jing", a stippling movement can be seen clearly with your eyes.In a stroke, the changes of starting, closing, thick and thin, and every movement of a stroke are exposed in the "Yin Fu Jing", which is very clear. "Yin Fu Jing" is a very good post for understanding calligraphy, and then I will write Zhiyong's "Real Grass Thousand Characters"——

I practiced for an hour without knowing it, and when I put down the brush, I realized that my shoulders and calves were a little stiff.He rubbed his shoulders, glanced at the chemistry textbooks spread out on the small desk, left the small study, prepared to go back to the room to wash up, and rest after reading some more books—passing by the telephone on the flower shelf in the corridor, he stopped involuntarily , picked up the microphone, but his fingers did not press down on those familiar number keys. After standing there blankly for a while, he finally put down the microphone—

The second day was Saturday, the weather was fine and the sun was shining brightly.

After Xie Xuan had breakfast, he did the exercises left over from yesterday in the small study, waiting for Xiao Fen, the tutor, to arrive.It's just that after he finished the homework at hand, Xiao Fen was still nowhere to be seen. He looked at the autumn light outside the window, and while turning the pen in his hand, he wondered—has Xiao Fen finally endured enough of his inexplicable Third Young Master Xie, so that he could Does this behavior express dissatisfaction?

Just as she was thinking about something, the maid Alan knocked on the door and came in—"Third young master, young master Xiao is playing tennis with young master right now. He asked you to read a book by yourself first, and he will come over later."

Xie Xuan lowered his eyelids, and responded casually, expressing his understanding.

The young master mentioned by the maid is naturally Xie Mingyu. He is the youngest child of the Xie family so far, and he has lived in this mansion since he was a child. The servant treats him differently. The difference between the young master and the fourth young master will naturally be noticed by those who are interested come out.

Today is Saturday, Xie Mingyu is resting at home.

Is Xie Xuan angry?Are you wronged?angry?Of course there are, he is not a Bodhisattva in the temple, he is so extraordinary that he has no fireworks, but what can he do?Today it was time to change Xie Mingyu, who was neglected, determined to be King Kong glaring, and caused a storm in the city. A young master like him who is loved by others cannot bear the slightest grievance——

Xie Xuan is not Xie Mingyu.

Just as human tears are only effective in front of people who care about themselves, so is temper.

This waited until ten o'clock in the morning.When Xie Xuan went downstairs, he happened to meet Xie Mingyu and Xiao Fen coming in from outside. Both of them were wearing sportswear, their cheeks were rosy, and there was a thin layer of sweat on their foreheads. The servant beside them was holding a tennis racket.

Xie Mingyu was sweating all over, and felt stretched inside and out. When she saw Xie Xuan, she smiled all over her face, "Third Brother, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting——I have a tennis match next week, and I'm going to practice with Brother Xiao." Hand practice, brother Xiao plays tennis very well, next time call second brother, we can have a doubles—”

Xie Xuan remained calm and polite, "Okay, but I can't beat—"

Xie Mingyu was in a very good mood and didn't take it seriously, "It's okay, anyway, brother Xiao comes here almost every day, you can ask him to teach you, I heard from my aunt that you have been in poor health, you should exercise more, sweating— —”

He said that the person had already run upstairs, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Xiao Fen still had that half-smile look, seeing that Xie Xuan didn't look guilty at all, "You know we're at the tennis court, why don't you come over?"

Xie Xuan looked calm, "I don't like to move."

By the time Xie Xuan and Xiao Fen sat down in the small study, Xie Mingyu had already been picked up by a red Mercedes-Benz - Xie's weekends were always busy, and there was never a time to place an order.In contrast, Xie Xuan's place is deserted.

Xiao Fen thought that when he was his age, he was the most playful and novelty-loving, and he never had that kind of determination, so he couldn't help asking curiously: "Do you want to go out and play?"

Xie Xuan froze for a moment, then looked up at him——

The tranquility in his eyes made Xiao Fen slightly distracted. He turned his head and coughed lightly, "I mean, your intensive study every day will be counterproductive. People have to know how to play. Look at Xie Mingyu, she is younger than you." Two years old, but how crazy he is at playing, it may not be abolished, he still gets a scholarship, he is still a favorite, the real everyone is out of playing—"

Xie Xuan's eyes flickered, "Do you think I'm inferior to Xie Mingyu?"

Xiao Fen was caught in the center of his mind, but he was not at all embarrassed. A contemptuous and sarcastic smile slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth. He crossed his legs, raised his chin, and looked at him, "To be honest, yes."

Xie Xuan was not as angry and angry as Xiao Fen expected. There was even a chuckle of "it's true" on his face, a little relaxed, a little self-deprecating, the corners of his mouth slowly raised up, and the original plain face appeared pale. To the extreme clarity.