Carrying the wrong sedan chair to marry the wrong wife

A stroke of flamboyance and phoenix dance, the mother is shocked and the son suspects unknown reasons

Shen Wenchang didn't expect that the stepmother would come at this time, so he stood in a daze for a long time before reluctantly getting up, went to the wall and picked up the book, thinking: "I'm doing it for the sake of the nanny, otherwise I don't listen to this woman. '

"How can books be used for throwing?" Mrs. Shen was not as strict as before, and put the three books in her hand on the couch, "Recently, I gave Qiu'er an enlightenment, and talked about the rules of disciples, the three-character scriptures, and the hundred surnames. , if you have nothing to do, you can read more, if you don’t understand, you can ask me or take it to the academy to ask the master.”

Shen Wenchang's small eyes widened when he heard this, "I read the same book as Qiu'er? Just kidding, I could memorize this enlightenment book when I was young."

"You can memorize it, but do you know the words on it? You have to look at the book and put the words in place." Mrs. Shen put down the book, and then looked up at the clothes she made. Shen Wenchang looked more and more handsome when she wore them .

"Mancang, I know you are very smart, calm down and take a look, okay?" Mrs. Shen softened her tone. She once heard the nanny say that although Mancang doesn't like reading, she only listened to the master's reading in school when she was young. It can be memorized after one or two times, but right now it is nothing more than unwillingness to read through books.

Shen Wenchang turned his head to the side when he heard the words, and said stubbornly: "I don't want it, I don't want to know this old word."

"Be obedient, come here, I'll teach you." Madam Shen said and took the stepson's hand, wanting to pull the stepson to the desk.

Without even thinking about it, Shen Wenchang shook his hand and said, "I said I don't want it."

"Parents order, do not be lazy. Parents teach, you must listen carefully. This is the most basic thing in the past and present. You come here." Mrs. Shen said, picked up a book of hundreds of surnames and walked to the desk, then looked back and looked at the book. Angry stepson.

"Master, come quickly, don't make Madam angry." The nanny tugged at Shen Wenchang's sleeve, she was about to go back, but she met Madam at the Moon Gate, and followed her back.

Shen Wenchang couldn't help it, walked over slowly with a small face, opened the chair and sat down.

Mrs. Shen spread out the first page of Baijia's surnames and asked, "What are the first two sentences of Baijia's surnames?"

Shen Wenchang squinted at his stepmother, and said angrily, "Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu, King Zheng. Feng Chen Zhuwei, Jiang Chen, Han Yang. This young boy knows it all, so I want to recite it."

"Stop complaining, let's admit these two sentences now." Madam Shen said and put the book in front of Shen Wenchang, "You confess one by one, I will grind the ink first, and I will test you later."

When Shen Wenchang heard the words, he picked up the book and brought it to his eyes, repeating it while admitting it, and occasionally took a short errand to glance at his stepmother.

Mrs. Shen polished the ink, dipped the pen into the ink, spread paper in front of Shen Wenchang, and then bent down.

Shen Wenchang could see the focused profile of his stepmother when he turned his head, and could smell the smell of rouge like her mother's, so he was stunned for a moment.

"Look, this is Zhao Zi. You hold the pen, and I'll teach you." Mrs. Shen put the pen in Shen Wenchang's right hand.

Shen Wenchang came back to his senses, saw the pen in his hand, remembered the pain in his head, and quickly said: "I don't study, I don't write."

"Full warehouse! Try to write a few, it's actually not difficult, are you going to be overwhelmed by these few words?" After saying that, Mrs. Shen squeezed Shen Wenchang's hand holding the pen, and taught her to write stroke by stroke.

Shen Wenchang tried it, and at the moment his brain didn't hurt, so he looked at the words written by his stepmother holding her hand seriously.

The nanny looked at Lao Huai from the side and was relieved. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, she lightly lit the lamp, put it on the table, and then quietly backed out.

Mrs. Shen taught each word one by one, and she didn't feel tired standing there bending over. After teaching these two sentences, she stopped and said, "Mancang, you can pick a word and try to write one."

Shen Wenchang heard that his teeth were biting the tip of the brush, he thought for a long time and pointed to a word: "I want to write this."

Mrs. Shen saw that it was Chen Zi, so she smiled and said: "Okay, let's write this, I thought you wanted to write Shen."

"That's fine, I'll write Chen after I finish writing Chen." Shen Wenchang tilted her head, and at this moment, it was unprecedented to discuss it. She dipped the ink again, picked up the pen and started writing on the paper. Chen's brain was a little dizzy as soon as the pen was written. The few pictures that flashed by quickly turned out to be her inscription on the painting, her mind was very dazed, but her hands were nimbly writing on the paper.

Mrs. Shen looked forward to it, and after reading the letter written by her stepson, she seemed to be in disbelief for a while.

Shen Wenchang wrote Chen, and then wrote half of the Ji characters. Before the Ji characters were completed, he threw away the pen and held his head in both hands.

"Mancang, what's the matter? Head hurts again?" Mrs. Shen didn't have the heart to care about the words written by her stepson, she leaned forward and hugged her stepson in her arms, and gently rubbed his temple with her right hand.

After a long time, Shen Wenchang calmed down, realizing that she was still a little embarrassed in the arms of her stepmother, but the arms of her stepmother were so warm that she almost didn't want to come out.

"Full warehouse, are you feeling better?" Mrs. Shen asked softly.

"Yes." Shen Wenchang was embarrassed, and lowered his head in response.

Mrs. Shen saw that her stepson was fine, so she picked up the paper and looked at it carefully. She felt ashamed of writing this old handwriting. Just looking at this single word, the pen has such a charm that it would be impossible to write it without ten years of work.

"Mancang, what do you want to write under the Chen characters?" Mrs. Shen put down the paper and asked, pointing to the He characters.

Shen Wenchang looked at Zhi Lao for a long time, raised his head and asked in bewilderment: "I wrote this?"

Mrs. Shen straightened up, and at this moment she also felt as if she was in a dream: "You wrote it."

"Can I write such beautiful characters?" Shen Wenchang was very skeptical. He picked up the writing brush that was thrown on the table, dipped it in the ink again, and started to write. As a result, the ink smeared after two strokes and the strokes could not be seen. Tuanhei is there.

Shen Wenchang curled his lips and secretly covered it with his left hand, but his right hand refused to continue writing.

Mrs. Shen was in a fog, and looked up to see that it was already dark outside, she was not in a dream, what happened to that Chen Zi?When she looked back again, she saw her stepson secretly crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on the ground.

Suppressing her doubts, Madam Shen persuaded: "It's the first time I wrote like this, it's okay, I wrote the same way at the time, it's rare for you to calm down and learn to read, I'm very happy, let the cook tomorrow morning How about making you a lion head?"

Seeing that this woman didn't laugh at him, Shen Wenchang rarely developed a slight liking for her.

"It's getting late, you go wash up and sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow." Madam Shen said without stopping, and walked away with light lotus steps.

Shen Wenchang sat on the chair, not knowing what to think.After a while, I got up and took the lamp to scoop water in the water tank in the yard.

Just after washing his face, he remembered the flower garden outside the front corridor, bowed his head and meditated for a moment, stood up, went to the house to light a lantern, and took a shovel to go forward.

In the front yard, in the flower garden, Shen Wenchang was squatting in the open space, she had inserted a lantern on the promenade, and under the light, she was carefully helping the chrysanthemum stem that she had stepped on during the day.

Reluctantly standing up and falling down, Shen Wenchang had no choice but to untie the blue satin she used to tie the sachet, wrapped the flower stem several times, and finally tied it to another flower stem, which barely kept it from falling.

Shen Wenchang got up and clapped his hands, picked up the small hoe and jumped on the back of the long bench, took the lantern and went back happily.

This scene happened to fall into the eyes of Mrs. Shen and the nurse. Mrs. Shen stood in the shadow of the cornucopia and took the nurse to the flower garden for a long time.

"Ma'am, the young master has grown up." The nurse held the lantern and said with emotion.

"How can it grow up overnight, but this is indeed a good start." Mrs. Shen looked at the ugly tied chrysanthemums in the flower garden, not only did not get angry, but felt a little cute.

"Go back." Madam Shen turned around.

The nurse glanced at the seedlings in her hand, caught up with the madam and asked, "Ma'am, what the young master did was like stealing the bell. Although the flowers managed to stand up, they couldn't survive if the stems were damaged. Madam loves flowers so much, why don't you take this seedling?" Put it on."

"No, that's fine." Mrs. Shen walked in front.

The nanny paused when she heard that, and looked back at the ugly tied flowers under the moonlight. What's so good about it?