"Liu Zhen, my mother said, if you are sweating, you should not blow on the air outlet, as you will easily catch cold."

Shen Liuzhen woke up from his dream. When he turned his head, he saw Xie Yuan's little boots pedaling on the threshold next to him. The tubes of the boots were turned down. He bent down to tie the trouser legs inside.

While wrapping his trousers with a drawstring, he said, "Go and take a shower. Come early after dinner."

After saying that, he neatly pushed up the black boots, jumped over the threshold, and ran away quickly.

Shen Liuzhen rubbed his eyes and looked blankly into the yard, only to see his father shaking his head in disappointment at him.

Shen Liuzhen pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, and the sourness that had just dissipated returned.

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After breakfast, Shen Liuzhen took the Analects of Confucius given to him by Xie's father, stretched his legs and feet, and walked slowly to Xie's school.

There are two tables placed side by side in the school. Pens, inks, paper and inkstones are all ready and placed on the tables. The windows are bright and clean, and the atmosphere is clear.

Shen Liuzhen stopped at the half-open doorway, staring into the room in a daze.

He liked this atmosphere very much. The room was filled with the faint smell of paper and ink, which seemed to hide something he couldn't explain, but clearly loved and admired.

But he doesn't know exactly what he likes.

Suddenly, Xie Yuan appeared like a gust of wind, pushed open the remaining half of the door, passed by him and ran in. Then he pretended to sit down obediently and stared blankly with a pair of red phoenix eyes. Shen Liuzhen stood at the door for a while and finally reminded:

"What are you doing standing at the door? The maid told me that my father will be here soon."

Only then did Shen Liuzhen react and ran in quickly.

After sitting down, he saw that Xie Yuan was full of energy, but he seemed to have lost half his life. He thought of the sour food he had eaten in the morning, and said in a strange way:

"So if you can run, you must not have time to study, right? No wonder the mistress said she wanted a son like me."

Xie Yuan frowned upon hearing this, making his powerful pair of red phoenix eyes even more elongated, like an adult's.

She stared at Shen Liuzhen's nonchalant side face, her anger rising.

Just as he was about to say don't think she forgot what happened the day before yesterday, Xie's father came in and sat down quickly.

He watched with satisfaction as the two little kids stood up, bowed and said "good morning" respectfully.

"With Liu Zhen here, this school looks like a school." Father Xie said with a smile, "Let's talk about the Analects of Confucius first today. The Analects is a work of sages that collects the words and deeds of Confucius and his disciples. It is a Confucian school. It is a classic that must be read to be a minister, a gentleman, and to establish oneself in conduct..."

Xie Yuan suddenly stood up and said: "Dad, I have learned the Analects of Confucius, and I want to learn other things!"

Shen Liuzhen froze immediately. He had just ridiculed Xie Yuan for not studying well, and now he was immediately slapped in the face?

Oh, he forgot, when he was forced by his father to learn martial arts and was beaten all day long just to study.

Xie Yuanshou's unique conditions for the Xie family, no matter how bad they are, are still better than him who can't touch books.

It's really embarrassing this time, he thought gloomily.

I heard Father Xie say rather sternly:

"Have you studied it? Have you learned it? Until now, you can't write well, and you still talk about other things. When you can practice calligraphy well and copy your own Analects, I will teach you other things!"

Shen Liuzhen almost laughed out loud when he heard this.

"Dad, look at him laughing at me!" Xie Yuan pointed at Shen Liuzhen and said angrily.

Shen Liuzhen quickly stopped laughing, pretended to apologize, and blinked.

"What's wrong with you?"

Xie Yuan was stunned and speechless.

How come no one in her family is on her side?! Xie Yuan thought angrily.

Looking at Shen Liuzhen again, it was obvious that he was suppressing a smile. He looked like he had succeeded and wanted to be beaten. I really wanted to hold him down and give him a beating.

Father Xie sighed, walked to her side and said gently: "... As a father, I don't have high demands on you. Just practice your calligraphy well and it will be fine."

After saying that, he turned to ask Shen Liuzhen seriously how he read yesterday and if there was anything he didn't understand. Then he began to correct some pronunciation errors for him very seriously, and patiently explained the handwriting and gestures of the words. .

After the questions were asked, Shen Liuzhen led them to read two pages according to his progress, and then asked them to start reciting the morning reading.

Xie Yuan looked at these with cold eyes, feeling a little sad in his heart.

Even if she doesn't like reading, she can still see that when her father taught her, it was completely different from when he taught Shen Liuzhen:

When teaching Shen Liuzhen, he was more serious, more meticulous, and more demanding.

Normally, her father told her that he didn't have high requirements for her, as long as she could practice her calligraphy well.

Then she probably jumped three feet high. She thought this was her father's tolerance and love for her, so she ran out to play long ago.

Because she really couldn't bear to sit in the house for a long time.

There is a great world out there with surprises everywhere, which is much more interesting than competing with these few square characters over and over again.

But now that Shen Liuzhen was in comparison, she vaguely felt that his father's tolerance towards her was not necessarily good.

The Xie family is passed down through poetry, books and classics. The family tree has several highly respected civil servants who have left their names in history, and there are countless less famous ones.

They are all people with autobiographies on the Xie family tree, writing about the glory that the Xie family has inherited for thousands of years.

Everyone in Xie's family, regardless of age or sex, can learn calligraphy and reading.

Dad said that books are the honor of the Xie family and the foundation of the Xie family's existence.

He attaches great importance to books. When he first moved, it rained on the road. He would rather get the valuable furniture wet than cover the books with several layers to prevent rain.

Naturally, he likes reading very much and also likes children who are good at reading.

But why, when it comes to studying, don’t we have high requirements for her?

If it is because she is naughty, it cannot be justified, because her father has never forced her to study.

But Shen Liuzhen doesn't like practicing martial arts, doesn't his father still force him to practice martial arts?

In order to make him practice martial arts, I beat him so hard.

It must be because she is not his son, Xie Yuan thought to himself.

But what's so great about a son? One day, she will become a son!

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"Master, how can I become a son!"

As soon as these words came out, Father Shen, who had woken up early and was gargling with his head raised, choked and swallowed the saliva.

He lowered his head and looked at the dim light, and saw six-year-old Xie Yuan clenching his little fists and raising his head with an ambitious look.

He suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, and subconsciously wanted to ask: Aren't you my son?

But when I thought about it, I realized that that was definitely not what Xie Yuan was asking.

So after thinking for a while, he asked: "Do you want to ask how to become a man?"

Xie Yuan thought for a while and replied seriously: "Yes! I want to grow up like my dad!"

Father Shen smiled heartily and said, "Why do you want to become like your father? You are my apprentice, can you become like me?"
Chapter completed!