Husband Xie An

Mrs. Ruan tried her best to conquer Mrs. Ji here, and Xie An did not sit still. Although Mr. Xiao Lang has not yet enlightened, it does not prevent him from being good to him.This day, Lin Abao snoozes for a while, rushing out of the house and worrying about being late, when a horseshoe comes galloping, Xie An lowers his body, picks up Lin Abao and puts him in front of the horse.

Lin Abao was in a daze. Xie An broke his smile and shielded him in front of his chest. He rushed to Ping An who hurried up to meet him and said, "I'm afraid the carriage will be late. I will take Lin Xiaolang to the Taixue on horseback. Tell your wife One sound." As he spoke, he tightened the rope, and lowered his head to signal Lin Abao: "Sit still."

Lin Abao nodded nervously, Xie An clamped his legs around the horse's belly, and the black and brown BMW sped away.The sound of horseshoes rattled across the street, and the cool breeze gently caressed the cheeks. This kind of cool breeze is very comfortable in this high temperature season.

Sitting on the same saddle, two people would inevitably get closer. In order not to be embarrassed, Lin Abao tried to straighten his waist so as not to touch Xie An.But as the horseshoe gallops, there will always be bumps uncontrollably, and it can't be felt once or twice, but after too many times, Lin Abao only feels that the chest behind him is hard and wide, which is different from the literati leader he imagined.

"Have you had breakfast?"

Lin Abao rubbed his ears that were a little itchy from the breath, and shook his head in embarrassment: "It's not too late."

Xie An frowned slightly imperceptibly, seeing a tea shop not far away, he rode his horse over and got off his horse.Lightening the weight on the back, BMW snorted and shook the horse's head, Lin Abao was so frightened that he tightened the saddle tightly and dared not move.Xie An laughed: "Don't be afraid. Luefeng is very docile, I'll go buy some food with you and I'll be back soon."

Lin Abao froze on the horse, staring in bewilderment at the future Mr. Xie buying some food with a few copper coins, then turned around and handed it to him. "Stand at the bottom, go to Taixue and then eat the court food." As he said, he stepped on the horse and stepped on the horse, with his arms around him to give him a sense of security, Lin Abao breathed a sigh of relief, thanking him embarrassedly.

"Thank you, uncle."

Xie An looked down at Lin Abao's crimson ear tips, smiled imperceptibly, pursed his lips, and said: "The scones are too oily, just take a few bites to make up for it."

Lin Abao took a bite distractedly, and said, "...it's okay."

Xie An smiled, thanks to his superb equestrian skills, the two of them rushed into the Taixue at the last quarter of an hour, and Xie Xuan, who was waiting at the gate of the Taixue, let out a sigh of relief, not caring about wondering why his third uncle sent A Bao off. In the past, I hurriedly met Li and called "Third Uncle", and dragged Lin Abao inside.

Lin Abao stopped him, and took the time to thank him: "Thank you, Uncle Shi." He thought that being late today was late, but he didn't expect that Mr. Xie would show up and help him a lot!Although it is not in vain for the students to be late a few times, it is better not to be late.For copying textbooks or something, his handwriting is too embarrassing, so it won't hurt the eyes of Mr.

Xie An handed the horse rope to the gatekeeper, and took the time to reply indifferently: "No need. It's just on the way." As he spoke, he stepped up the steps and entered Taixue first.

What Xie An said was really a drop in the road, today is the day when he was invited to give lectures in the imperial academy.Every year, Taixue invites some outstanding students who have graduated to give lectures. No matter what they talk about, it is to set a model goal for the students in school.Lin Abao, who knew the reason, was very surprised. I didn't expect Taixue to have such routines as "excellent students returning to their alma mater"!Sure enough, it is worthy of being a first-class institution, and this ideological awareness is high.

And Xie An, as the most outstanding student of Taixue in recent decades, his lecture class was overcrowded, and Lin Abao, a low-achieving student, also took up a seat.The teacher asked the students to write an after-class reflection on the same day. Lin Abao, who understood every word but didn't understand it together, suddenly felt bad!

Routines are all routines, Lin Abao beat his chest and stomped his feet to regret it!You should have thought about it long ago, Mr. Taixue is a genius, how can you be willing not to squeeze out the last bit of value from the students?

Mr. Shi Shiran went back after assigning the lessons. Many students just listened to the lectures and listened to the time when they were full of ideas. At the desk, the whole person is in a state of out-of-body state.

Fortunately, Xie An was quite conscientious, and he had a certain understanding of Lin Abao's academic ability, and he arrived just as soon as he left behind.Tapping Lin Abao's desk with his knuckles, he signaled: "Young Lord, come out with me." Lin Abao got up neatly, and Xie An led the people all the way to the lounge arranged by the Taixue, closed the door, and signaled to sit down.

Lin Abao sat obediently and took the tea from Xie An, he almost choked, but it was too late.Xie An had already pulled out the homework he was holding.It is said that it is homework, but it is actually a piece of paper, which is used to write after-school feedback, and Lin Abao, a scumbag, has not handed in a blank paper, but Xie An took a closer look.

"Pfft." Xiao could not help laughing even though he was as cultivated as Xie An.

I saw the dog-climbing ink characters were as big as a bucket, and it was straightforward to write: What is Zhou Li?When did it come out?Who made it?

Feeling ashamed like this, Lin Abao covered his face, scolding himself inwardly, why did he have to write such a few words just now? !It's better to hand in a blank paper, at least the dog-like words can be buried.

People in the world say that "calligraphy and painting are a family", and they know everything, but this seems to be true for Lin Abao. His calligraphy is as bad as his paintings are good!In my previous life, I couldn't write well with a ballpoint pen with a hard tip. In this life, I can't see it among a bunch of people who have written calligraphy since they were young, and any one can be used as a copybook.Well, this is a bit exaggerated. If you can see it, you can see it and understand it, but it hurts your eyes.

In fact, Xie An couldn't understand it. He thought that what he taught in this class was already easy to understand. He didn't use all the ancient Chinese to take care of some people. People are basically letting go, and Xie An, who knows that the other party doesn't understand, is going to make a fuss, and even thinks about how to comfort him, but seeing these words and the dog-like handwriting, Xie Anshi, a model gentleman, slaps in his throat. Good draft, a little unspoken.

After a while, Xie An considered his tone: "The word Xiao Langjun..."

"Let, let Uncle Xie laugh at you." Lin Abao's face was flushed, and he tried his best to apologize.He is self-aware of the despair of his handwriting.

Is it unconscionable to say 'OK'?Xie An can't say it, say 'ugly'?Xiao Langjun was afraid that he was going to hide from him again, so he pondered and said: "It takes a day to improve writing. If Xiao Langjun is willing, I will pick some suitable copybooks and send them to me. I can practice a hundred big characters every day."

With a mournful face, Lin Abao discussed cautiously: "Can you have fifty?"

Is this kind of thing still negotiable?Xie An was stunned.At the beginning, he wrote [-] characters every day, and the total number of posts in the three handwritings was [-], and each word must be qualified, and if a word is not qualified, he will be fined to write [-] posts. "It can't be less than a hundred. The effect is fading, and Mr. Xiaolang should be impatient again."

"Well, that's fine."

With Xie An as the lecturer, Lin Abao has finished his homework.Except for the eye injury caused by the dog-climbing characters, Mr. Lin did not say that he was unqualified. It was just that Lin Abao calmed down when he returned home, and realized it later.Because of the after-school impressions, I have to write a hundred big characters every day. I'm afraid it's not because my head is in the puddle and the sky is broken, right?Immediately, Lin Abao slammed his head against the door in a breakdown, to see if he could knock some of the water out of his head.

Mrs. Ji who came to hear the news asked the reason and almost died laughing.

"Mother!" Lin Abao complained with his eyes, did you really kiss her?

Mrs. Ji laughed enough, and beckoned Lin Abao: "Come here and let mother have a look. Did you hurt your forehead?" Lin Abao was afraid of pain, so he was willing to hurt himself, but his skin was fair and tender. There was a red mark, Madam Ji pressed it with her finger: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, I have a thick skin."

Who gave you the illusion?Mrs. Ji couldn't put it into words, and when she saw that people really didn't feel pain, she threw away her hands, looked at the paper, ink, pens and inkstones on his table, and persuaded softly: "Your handwriting should be practiced, it would be embarrassing to say it. Those who don’t understand think that we are a poor family, and we are reluctant to give you a pen and paper.” God knows that the precious paints and expensive drawing papers used by Lin Abao are enough to train a master of calligraphy.

Lin Abao obediently admitted his mistake, Mrs. Ji smiled at him, turned her eyes and glanced at the copybook next to her: "Is this the copybook sent by Xie Anshi?" She opened it and found that it was not a rare copybook, it was a copybook on the market. The template post, but the careful explanation beside it is not common in the market.Which copybook will carefully indicate the trend of the strokes, how to use the wrist, and the evolution history of this type of font at the front of the copybook, and all of them are in vernacular?Eighty-nine inseparable was written by someone who took care of it. Looking at the handwriting, could it be that Xie Anshi did it himself?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Ji felt heartbroken. Compared to Xie Anshi, her mother was like a stepmother.Putting down the copybook, Mrs. Ji gestured for the pen and paper: "Since all the copybooks are collected, practice hard. One hundred copies a day, no less, please show your father to see if there is anything to improve."

Lin Abao suddenly became ill: "I still want to show Dad?"

"Of course I want it. And." Mrs. Ji sipped her tea, glanced at Lin Abao, who was rolling her eyes and wanted to make a mistake, and said Shi Shiran: "If you want to write something vague, finish it in scribbles, and you will be fined a hundred characters." .Three days in a row, add [-] more per day! And so on."

"Then, when do you stop writing?"

Mrs. Ji smiled lovingly, but the words she uttered were extremely cruel: "Write until your father thinks you are qualified."

"!!!!!!" Thunderbolt from the sky!It never occurred to Lin Abao that he had the final say in the beginning of the matter, and he had the final say in the end of the matter!

The scammer finally cheated himself, gratifying to congratulate.

The author has something to say: Younger brothers Lin Lang and Lin Shuo: brother idiot is a scam!

Xie An: I am not afraid of pitfalls.