Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

The problem of eating is solved, and there is also the problem of bathing.

Gypsum is not untouchable by water, but bathing every day and watering once a day is definitely not enough.

In Qiuzheng's current situation, the best way is to wrap plastic wrap around his legs when taking a shower, then sit on a chair with his legs resting on another chair, and then carefully control the shower.

The shower in the school bathroom is a sneeze that comes and goes, and the water that falls from a height hits the body and splashes, and it depends on luck where it splashes, which is obviously not reliable.

Teacher Liang opened the door and saw a man on crutches. He collected himself and made sure that he read it correctly.

It's kind of funny to put people in: "Play ball or fight?"

Boys of this age were mostly injured because of these two reasons.

Qiu Zhen said, "A car accident."

"A car accident?"

He looked surprised, looked up and down, the car accident only hurt the leg?That's good luck.

Judging by the situation, it will be used for a long time. Teacher Liang simply found out a spare key and gave it to him: "If you want to use it, come here by yourself."

Qiu Zhen smiled openly: "Thank you teacher."

The school forbids the students to accept the courier, but Bi Xia took the package back from the school gate.

Qiu Zhen watched him take out a book that was almost new and not old, and was a little curious: "Who sent it to you?"

"express delivery."

"...Why can you take the courier?"

Bi Xia said succinctly: "Student Union."

He filled in the address of the student union office, and the security guard didn't stop him when he saw the words "administrative building".

There is no guilt at all for private use of public equipment.

Bi Xia removed the newspaper from the book cover and put it in a drawer, and Qiu Zhen vaguely saw the word "kite".

Going home on Saturday, Qiu Zhen found the kite with a broken skeleton and paper surface on Bi Xia's desk.

Isn't this what he brought when he came to look for Bi Xia that day?When they went to the hospital, the kite was left there, and he thought he would never see it again.

Bi Xia did not know where to get a piece of bamboo, and found a lot of rice paper from Mr. Xia's study, and finally selected the paper that was most similar to the kite and began to repair it.

"You still do this?"

Bi Xia compared the other half with undamaged wings and drew swallow feathers: "Just learning."

Paper cutting and painting are not difficult for him, but bamboo cutting is a handicraft, and Bi Xia tried several times without success.

Qiu Zhen was originally sitting on the sidelines and watched it with novelty, but when he saw that he failed several times, he became even more curious: "You are really just learning?"

Just saying one sentence is not enough, but I have to shake my head and sigh: "It turns out that you can't do it either."

"Have you finished your homework?"

Bi Xia didn't look up, the piece was still a little thick just now, it might be usable after grinding it.

Qiuzhen: "..."

After watching for a while, Qiu Zhen couldn't help but said, "Let me help you."

Bi Xia stopped what he was doing and looked at him.

"I made lanterns with my dad."

After Qiu Zhen knew the desired thickness, he tried it a few times, and it became more and more smooth as he went on, and he gave him more than a dozen slices in a row.

Bi Xia looked at the bamboo pieces, they could be used, and since they were not handicapped, they pulled them over to work together.

Bi Xia handed him a candle and glue, but Qiu Zhen didn't know why.

"Heat it, roll it up and fix it, press this shape."

The bamboo frame was finished, and Qiulan played with glue with a broken brush.

Across a candle, Bi Xia was drawing on the other side of the table. He tilted his head slightly, looking at the old kite from time to time.The dim candlelight reflected on his face, and the way he blinked was very beautiful.

Suddenly, Bi Xia turned his head, and Qiu Zhen was caught peeping, so he grinned and began to look openly.

After the kite was repaired, it looked even better than before. Bi Xia hung it on the wall, and Qiu Zhen said, "We'll go fly the kite when I get better."

"it is good."

Last night, Qiuzheng came back on crutches and surprised the two elders. Mr. Xia said that we had a relationship with the hospital. Mrs. Xia gave a bah, and even said that the family had bad luck recently, and she was going to burn incense in the temple to get rid of bad luck. .

The temple that Mrs. Xia said is very large, but it is actually a scenic spot with many pilgrims and tourists.Going to Shangxiang, I can also have fun by the way, Qiu Zhen decisively chose the former between playing and attending classes.

The entire temple is very large, and Qiu Zhen planned to take a stroll around, but it was a bit difficult to achieve this goal with crutches, so he sat in a wheelchair with peace of mind and asked Bi Xia to push him away.

Mrs. Xia lit incense for them and asked them to say goodbye, while she herself knelt on the futon and muttered.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Qiu Zhen waved the incense sticks at the Buddha statue a few times with both hands, and then began to decorate a large number of halls.

The gilded Buddha statue was so tall that Qiu Zhen couldn't see where the lights were, all the light seemed to come from the door behind them.

There were melons and fruits on the incense table, and there were ashesy fake flowers on both sides. In front of the futon was a half-person-high merit box, and Mrs. Xia stuffed some money into it.

Qiu Zhen circled around a lot, feeling a little bored, staring at the tablemate again, glanced at the lottery on the incense table from the corner of his eye, and suddenly became interested again.

He coughed lightly to attract Bi Xia's attention, then raised his chin to signal the stick.

"You asked for a signature?"

"Play."

There are also skills in lottery drawing, Qiu Zhen shook his hand, and half a bucket of lots fell out.

The second time he took his time patiently, two sticks fell out.

He stuffed a lottery into Bi Xia's hand: "Your."

After paying 20 yuan, the master who released the sign tore off two small pieces of paper from the wall behind him and handed them to them. Qiu Zhen asked excitedly, "What do you mean?"

Bi Xia glanced at the signature: "All wishes come true."

The master who was about to speak: "..."

What Qiuzheng got was the signature, and the words on the signature were auspicious, so there seemed to be nothing wrong with saying that.

Qiu Zhen looked at Bi Xia's signature again: "What about you?"

"May all your wishes come true."

Qiu Zhen didn't believe it: "Didn't you sign the contract?"

The master thought to himself, it really is a child, this lottery is usually a trough in life at worst, and it is just waiting for a turnaround at best, it has nothing to do with what you want, it should just be a coincidence.

But I heard Bi Xia say: "The time has not come, but what I want will come true."

Fine.

After coming out of the main hall, Mr. Xia was going to sit in the tea pavilion. He had not been operated on for a long time and could not walk for a long time. Mrs. Xia accompanied him there.

Qiu Zhen said that he wanted to go around, and Bi Xia took him around. He often came here when he was a child.

Not all areas of the temple are open, and the monastery is closed.

Not far away, the ancient bell on the clock tower rang, and then the morning class began, and the sound of monks singing scriptures surrounded the temple.

Morning bells and evening drums calmed the mind, probably because he looked too pious, a monk in monk robes with green stubble on his head came to talk to him.

Qiu Zhen seemed to see himself trying to skip classes, why didn't this monk recite scriptures?

Bi Xia frowned, and was about to push him away, but the monk stopped in front of them a few steps: "I'm here to preach to the benefactor."

You are a monk, what kind of teaching do you preach?

He was holding a scripture in his hand, and Bi Xia glanced at it. It was in Sanskrit, which he didn't understand.

But this monk doesn't look like a regular monk in the temple. Putonghua is a test of people's hearing.

They stopped and he began to talk about the benefits of joining a religion. Bi Xia's eyes became colder and colder. It was because he had encountered a cult.

But Qiu Zhen thought it was fun, this liar seemed easy to deceive.

"Benefactor, you just suffered a catastrophe, and this may not be the last time."

Qiu Zhen looked worried: "Then what should I do?"

Believe it so easily?

"Master" was overjoyed: "It's easy, as long as you turn to my Buddha, the Living Buddha will protect you."

Qiuzhen: "..."

what?He just heard Bi Xia say a word called refuge.

Bi Xia had already taken out his mobile phone and walked away, Qiu Zhen was a little speechless, this liar was so poor in business ability that he dared to find him, did he look easy to deceive?

But it's okay anyway, let's play with him.

"Master" continued to say that the Living Buddha would keep believers safe, but Qiu Zhen interrupted him: "Master, I am a student, and I want to go to Peking University."

The master said: "This is simple, let the Living Buddha give you some enlightenment."

Bi Xia was already on the phone, Qiu Zhen decided to procrastinate for time, he had a look of disbelief, don't act like a fool: "Can you really go to Peking University?"

"Don't talk about Peking University, you can go to Harvard."

Yo you old liar know Harvard?

"Harvard?"

The "Master" looked unpredictable: "Harvard was descended by our Buddha before his ascension. As long as the living Buddha does it, he can get there."

It turned out that the Buddha was ascended, and Qiu Zhen couldn't help laughing until his stomach ached, and continued to ask: "Then can I get rich if I want to?"

"Master" choked for a moment: "Money is something outside of the body."

"I study to make money."

The master looked puzzled, and after a while, he seemed to have made up his mind: "It's not impossible, but you have to be devout, and you have to devote yourself to my Buddha, come to listen to the living Buddha's lectures, and let the living Buddha spend ten years of skill to do it for you after one year. "

Qiu Zhen shook his head disapprovingly: "You living Buddhas, you can't do it. Why is it so difficult to make a fortune? The master I met last time told me to buy lottery tickets with his talisman and make a sure profit. I only have three thousand, so I bought his talisman for three thousand and eight."

"Benefactor, it's a good thing you didn't buy it. Money won't be lost in the sky. It's all a loss of good fortune."

Qiu Zhen looked surprised: "Who said money can't be dropped from the sky?"

fraud:? ? ?

Are you a liar and I am a liar?

Qiu Zhen stretched out his hand and pointed: "Did you see that pool?"

The liar was led astray by him: "Wishing Fountain."

He came back to his senses and said disdainfully: "The wishing pool is actually useless, it's a lie to laymen."

Qiu Zhen shook his head: "Look at the bastard inside."

"what happened?"

"What are they doing?"

"Lie down and bask in the sun?"

"correct!"

Qiu Zhen suddenly raised the volume, "Master" was startled by him.

"Lie down! Do you think someone throws money when they lie down?"

"Master" didn't respond for a while.

"For the bastard inside, isn't it just money from the sky?"

After finishing speaking slowly, Qiu Zhen took out a coin from his pocket and threw it to the "Master".

"Grandmaster":……

There seems to be something wrong.

A few temple staff wearing red armbands ran over from a distance, and the liar would slip away when the situation was not good. He couldn't run away with a group of people.

Of course, he cannot be let go when he is preaching a cult on a formal religious occasion.

When they finished arresting the people and came to find the enthusiastic citizen who called, Bi Xia had already pushed Qiu Zhen away.

On the stone road under the cover of green trees, Qiu Zhen smiled and recounted the conversation with Bi Xia with the liar. After speaking, Qiu Zhen twisted his neck to claim credit: "Is the cooperation good?"

"Ah."

"I thought you were going to call the police."

"It's faster to notify management."

"Too."

After walking for a while, Bi Xia slowed down, and Qiu Zhen saw the swing not far away: "We cooperate so well, we should celebrate."

"how to celebrate."

"Let's go on the swing."

Bi Xia also saw the swing in front of her. A little girl was sitting on the swing, and her father should be pushing behind her.

Every time it flies high, the little girl laughs and shouts, "I'm flying—"

Bi Xia looked away: "Who is going?"

One swing and one push, Qiuzhen can neither swing nor push.

"...Good question! Let's come back later."