My singer girlfriend is super fierce

In the ward, facing Qin Xiaoyu's introduction, Qin Dewen smiled and shook his head.

"No need, Xiaoyu."

"I have also read the novels written by Ye Xiaoyou. Although they are wonderful, the demons and monsters are not suitable for an old man like me."

"If Ye Xiaoyou has new poems, please read them to me quickly."

At this point, Qin Dewen's tone was extremely regretful. He always felt that with Ye Zhiqiu's talent, it would be a waste of talent to run to be a singer.

"No, grandpa." Qin Xiaoyu explained hurriedly, "This "Legend of the Condor Heroes" is basically different from the previous ones. It is not a fairy-tale type, but a traditional martial arts novel."

"Oh? Martial arts?" Qin Dewen said with a little interest.

"This is not bad, Xiaoyu, read it to grandpa."

"Okay!" Qin Xiaoyu responded with full energy and turned the pages of the book in her hand.

In fact, she herself is not interested in martial arts novels, and she has not read this book. It's just that as a senior fan of Ye Zhiqiu, she bought a copy when she saw it when she passed by to show her support.

"The first chapter of The Legend of the Condor Heroes - Snowstorm."

Qin Xiaoyu held the novel and read it in the rhythm of the storyteller she saw on TV.

"The Qiantang River flows endlessly around Niujia Village in Lin'an day and night, flowing eastward into the sea..."

Beside him, Qin Dewen had a faint smile on his face.

He had also read Ye Zhiqiu's previous novels, but if he had to compare, this one was the most to his taste.

It feels like...the writing style and wording have the style of an old-school author.

"...The little peach blossoms without a master, and the tobacco is vast with crows. Several ruined walls surround the old well, which has always been a family."

Soon, Qin Xiaoyu read the first poem in the book, and Qin Dewen said "Huh" lightly, and slightly straightened his body half lying on the bed.

I didn't expect that there were new poems written by Ye Zhiqiu in the novel, which was a pleasant surprise.

It should be a sunny scene in early spring, with endless tobacco, noisy crows, and few people. Combined with the ancient background, this poem should describe the desolate scene of a deserted village after the war.

After savoring the poem carefully, Qin Dewen continued to listen.

In the book, Guo Xiaotian and Yang Tiexin made an appointment with the storyteller Zhang Shiwu and sat down in the restaurant to chat.

"...Our people are more than a hundred times more than the Jurchens... We have a hundred of them against one, how can the Jin soldiers resist?"

Reading this, Qin Xiaoyu couldn't help but stop and asked curiously: "Yes, Grandpa."

"I wanted to ask this question when I was in history class. How could the Central Plains be destroyed by a Jurchen with such a large population at that time?"

Qin Dewen sighed and said: "The answer to this question has actually been proposed by Ye Xiaoyou in the article - as long as the court is willing to use loyal and good generals."

Qin Xiaoyu was still puzzled and asked: "Then why not use good generals?"

"It's not that we don't use them, but that we can't use them." Qin Dewen said, "Although the Central Plains seemed prosperous and powerful at that time, in fact, the monarch was incompetent, the internal corruption, and the factional struggles were serious. This was also the main reason for the accelerated demise..."

Next, Qin Dewen gave Qin Xiaoyu a history lesson.

Although Qin Xiaoyu only understood half of what he said, she was very happy to see Qin Dewen's enthusiasm and obviously much better spirits.

——This method works!

After finishing the "history lesson", Qin Xiaoyu continued to read.

In the book, Guo and Yang, two bloody men, listened to Zhang Shiwu talking about the tragic past of the previous dynasty. They became more and more angry as they talked, and Zhang Shiwu poured wine for them.

Qin Xiaoyu stopped reading here.

Qin Dewen, who was gradually fascinated by the story, immediately said: "Xiaoyu, why did you stop? What happened later?"

"Wait, Grandpa, I want to drink some water too."

Qin Xiaoyu, who was thirsty from reading for the first time as a storyteller, ran to the water dispenser in the room, drank two glasses of water, and returned to his seat and picked up the novel again.

"... Grandpa Yue has two lines of poetry: 'Ambition hungry to eat the meat of the barbarians, laugh and talk thirsty to drink the blood of the Xiongnu'..."

Hearing this, Qin Dewen suddenly widened his eyes and his face was extremely shocked.

"Xiaoyu, wait..."

Qin Xiaoyu was interrupted and was thinking. She looked up and saw Qin Dewen's strange face.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Qin Xiaoyu asked.

Qin Dewen's lips trembled slightly, and he pointed at the book and said, "Read those two lines again."

Qin Xiaoyu looked down at the book and said, "I am so ambitious that I eat the meat of the barbarians when I am hungry, and I drink the blood of the Xiongnu when I am thirsty? Is that the line?"

Qin Dewen gasped and said excitedly, "That's the line!"

"What's next? No, there should be more before and after. Where is the complete poem?!"

Qin Dewen was very excited.Yu did not dare to neglect it. He flipped through several pages in the book and hesitated, "It seems... there is none?"

"There are only these two sentences."

Qin Dewen was stunned and stretched out his hand with disbelief. Qin Xiaoyu quickly handed him the novel and the reading glasses on the table.

Qin Dewen flipped through the novel several times and was extremely disappointed after confirming that there was really no such thing.

Qin Xiaoyu said puzzledly: "Grandpa, the book says that these two poems were said by General Yue. Can't you just search them online?"

"No." Qin Dewen let out a long breath and said with a complicated expression: "In my impression, General Yue is indeed a talented military commander, but there is no such poem in his collection of poems."

"Otherwise, I would not have no impression."

"So, it is very likely that these two poems were written by Ye Xiaoyou. Unfortunately, I don't know whether they are really broken sentences or a complete one."

"I just hope they are not broken sentences. With the majestic momentum of these two sentences, it must be another masterpiece..."

Qin Xiaoyu Yu said, "Grandpa, don't you have Ye Zhiqiu's contact information? Why don't you call and ask?"

Qin Dewen was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "Forget it. I saw it in the news. Ye Xiaoyou has been very busy recently. I'd better not bother you, a half-buried man."

"Just treat it as a broken sentence. I'm satisfied with hearing this sentence. Haha, it's good to leave some room for imagination."

"What's the rest of the story? Are there any other poems? Xiaoyu, continue to read to grandpa..."

At Qin Dewen's urging, Qin Xiaoyu continued to read, but her eyes were rolling.

Although grandpa said something like "I'm satisfied with hearing the broken sentence", how could she not hear the regret in his tone.

However, at this time, Qin Dewen's eyes were shining and he kept muttering. He didn't look depressed just now, and his spirit was obviously much better.

If I heard the whole poem, I would definitely feel better, maybe it would be beneficial to my recovery?

Qin Xiaoyu thought to herself, and secretly made up her mind.