My male god is Xueba

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 the man very puzzled, completely unable to understand the meaning of the English.

"..." 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 twinkling and sparkling. He really regarded himself as a literary idiot. 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.

Like the study room, the musical instrument room is on the third floor, and it is the only place that Cheng Yu will automatically block at night, and this place he basically does not come to during the day, so it is not as good as the study room.

Yu Wei pushed open another door after not walking too far in the corridor, and the scene inside was presented in front of Xie Mo's eyes, which really caught his eyes.

The layout here is very elegant, the chandelier is in the shape of a swan neck, slender and graceful, with a soft light, the wooden floor is radiant, and the room is in the shape of a hexagram, with six musical instruments including a piano, a guzheng, and a violin. It is ready to play at any time, and there is a chair in the middle, which should be reserved for the audience.

"Who in your family can play these instruments?" Xie Mo couldn't help asking.

"My mother, what she knows is the elegant style and ethnic style, and the popular style like guitar and bass is not good, but she didn't teach me like your mother, because," he pulled the corner of his lips, " I'm too lazy to learn."

Xie Mo smiled: "Then auntie is better than me and my mother, neither of us can play cello, viola or erhu."