good friend?Boy friend!

Qiao Gong didn't understand what he did wrong, so Qiao Cheng said: "Gong'er, you just let Xingbu do what you think you should do, what you let him do may not be what he wants."

Qiao Gong said: "But he asked me to teach him how to write with a brush, so I will teach him what I know. Isn't it wrong for me to be strict with him?"

Qiao Cheng smiled and said, "It's not wrong for you to be strict with him, but you have to act according to his actual situation. Why does Xingbu want you to teach him how to write?"

Qiao Gong said: "Well... probably because he wanted to learn how to write, so he asked me to teach him?"

Qiao Cheng said: "That's it. Xingbu wants to learn to write, which proves that he is interested in writing. We should guide his interest properly, instead of denying his interest according to our own preferences."

Qiao Gong said: "Father, what should I do?"

Qiao Cheng said, "Do you know why Xingbu wanted to write "Shangxie"?"

Qiao Gong said: "I'm not too sure about this, maybe it's because I like it, so I like it."

Qiao Cheng said: "Shangxie! I want to know you, and my life will never end. There are no hills in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder is shaking in winter, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to say goodbye to you. Gonger, do you know this poem? What kind of poem is it?"

Qiao Gong naturally knows what kind of poem "Shangxie" is. It is a love song. The woman in the poem is loyal to love and vows to stay with the man she loves forever. Xingbu would like this kind of poem, isn't it... Could it be that he has a girl he likes?

Qiao Gong said: "Father, let me ask Xing Bu to understand."

Qiao Cheng said: "Go, but don't fight with him anymore."

Qiao Gong said: "The child will follow Daddy's instruction."

Qiao Gong thanked his father for his teaching. He went to look for Xingbu and found that Xingbu was outside the fence. He squatted on the ground and wrote on the ground with a twig. Qiao Gong came behind Xingbu and patted him on the shoulder. He didn't notice Qiao Gong because he was writing too seriously, and was patted by Qiao Gong on the shoulder. Xing Bu was startled, and he fell to the ground. Seeing that he was so frightened, Qiao Gong went to help him, and apologized: "Xing Bu , I'm sorry, are you okay?"

"Qiao Gong, is that you?"

Seeing that it was Qiao Gong who arrived, Xing Bu felt relieved: "It's you, I thought it was a bad guy."

Qiao Gong helped Xingbu stand up, and said, "I'm sorry, I scared you."

Xingbu said: "It's okay, it's okay, Qiao Gong, why are you here?"

Qiao Gong said: "I'll come and see you, are you writing?"

Xingbu said: "Yes, I have nothing to do in my free time, so I can just write."

Qiao Gong said, "Let me see what you wrote?"

In the dust on the ground, there were traces of the twigs. The twigs were drawn horizontally and then vertically. Qiao Gong knew that Xingbu used the twigs as brushes to practice writing. He asked Xingbu to go back to the house to practice. , Xingbu can't say, it's good to practice outside the fence.

Qiao Gong said: "Are you still angry with me?"

Xingbu said: "No, I'm just practicing calligraphy."

Qiao Gong said: "Little God, I'm sorry, I really shouldn't be angry with you."

Xingbu said: "Qiao Gong, you did nothing wrong. You are right to strictly restrain me. It is impossible to reach the sky in one step. You have to take your time. Are you right?"

Qiao Gong said, "Are you really not angry anymore?"

Xingbu said: "I'm really not angry anymore. I'm not a stingy person. I won't worry about little things. What about you?"

Qiao Gong said: "It's good if you don't get angry. Writing, the most important thing is to be happy. I shouldn't ask you according to my standards. You don't need to take the imperial examination, and you don't need to write letters to make a living. Write What does it matter if it's not so good?"

Xingbu said: "It's not right for you to say that. People can fool anyone, but you can't fool yourself. No matter how you say it, you are learning to write. You have to study hard. You are worthy of yourself? If you don't do anything, just do it. Well, how can you make things hastily?"

Hearing what Xingbu said, Qiao Gong was very happy: "It's great if you can think like this, little god, I will teach you how to write patiently."

Xingbu said: "Thank you, I will study hard and live up to Teacher Qiao's careful teaching."

Qiao Gong said: "Little God, do you like "Shangxie" very much?"

Xingbu said, "Yes."

Qiao Gong said: "Then can you tell me why you like it?"

Xingbu said: "I don't know either, but I just like it, and I can't say why."

Qiao Gong tentatively asked: "Little God, do you know what kind of poem this is?"

Xingbu said: "I know, I asked you, and you told me."

Qiao Gong said: "You like "The Evil" so much, do you have someone you like?"

Xing Bu didn't understand now, "Someone I like? Do I have someone I like?

Qiao Gong asked: "Is there?"

Xing Bu said: "How is it possible? Qiao Gong, you are asking so strangely."

Qiao Gong said: "Is there? Is it really strange?"

Xingbu said: "It's really strange, I don't know why you would ask such a question."

Qiao Gong said: "I see that you like "Shangxie" for no reason, that's why I asked you this. If you don't have it, then you don't."

Xingbu said: "If you really like something, it's often for no reason, and liking for no reason is the real liking."

Qiao Gong said: "Well...it makes sense."

Xingbu said: "Hee hee, of course, I am a little fairy, Qiao Gong, how about you? Do you have any girls you like?"

Qiao Gong said: "No, even if I have, no girl likes me."

Xingbu said: "How do you know that no girl likes you?"

Qiao Gong said: "I'm not in good health, and I don't have much money, so what should others like?"

Xingbu said: "Who said there is no? I think you are very good."

Qiao Gong said, "What's wrong with me?"

Xingbu said: "There are so many good things about you, just like the stars in the sky, you can't count them all."

Xingbu counted Qiao Gong's benefits with great interest, "Qiao Gong, you are handsome and talented. The most important thing is that you are kind-hearted, and you are the best person in the world."

When Xingbu said that about Qiao Gong, Qiao Gong felt a little embarrassed. He thought that Xingbu must have said something nice to please him, so Xingbu said, "What am I doing to please you? What I say is from the bottom of my heart. There is no slightest deception, you are really good, but you don't know it, you are so good, how can no girls like you? There must be many girls who like you in the future."

Qiao Gong said: "I don't want too many girls to like me, as long as there is one who treats me well, I will be satisfied."

But...how?Qiao Gong never thought that a girl would like him, and he didn't dare to extravagantly hope that he could like anyone. He only hoped that he could live a good life, accompany his parents well, and be filial to them. He didn't dare to think about anything else.

"Little God, hurry up and practice calligraphy, don't think so much."

"Well, I see, you can teach me."

"Okay, I'll teach you. You should be focused and serious when writing calligraphy, and you should write like this..."

Qiao Gong earnestly taught Xingbu how to write with a brush, stroke by stroke and character by character. Xingbu watched carefully and practiced very seriously. He believed that as long as he practiced hard and wrote well, he would be able to write the book "Shanghai" in the future. "Evil" is completely written down. At that time, the brush characters he wrote will no longer be "ghost painting symbols", but handsome and comfortable characters, just like those written by Qiao Gong. At that time, this song " "Shangxie" is really done.