The Bookish Scholar of the Red Mansion

Knowing that his family was coming to Yangzhou, Xue Biao kept talking about his sister for several days. How good the sister on the left is to him, and how well-behaved and outstanding the sister on the right is on weekdays.

Jiang Yuanbai praised him the most. Whenever Xue Biao praised him, he would nod in agreement. He also used Xue Biao's words to praise his two younger sisters.

Qian Dayi listened to their bragging for several days and finally couldn't hold it back. Pulling Chen Heng and complaining: But it makes them look bad, just show off that you have a sister. There is a sister above us, and we don't see us coming out to yell.

If you want to yell, when they come back, I will shout with you a few times and vent your anger for you. Chen Heng watched Xue Biao and Jiang Yuanbai go out hand in hand, and quickly gave his own advice.

Forget it, forget it. Qian Dayou seemed to be remembering something, his face was full of sorrow and sadness. After a long time, he said in a faint tone, My sister really has nothing to praise.

Chen Heng was frightened by his expression and did not dare to ask any more questions.

Seeing that Chen Heng was silent, Qian Dayou thought to himself and said: I didn't want to come to the academy at first. It's so comfortable at home. After a hard time, my parents couldn't do anything to me. But the eldest sister didn't know where she found out. , rushed to my room, pinned me down on the bed and beat me...

By the end of the words, Qian Dayou started to cry unconsciously, but he was so round and chubby. This behavior made Chen Heng burst into laughter, and it took him a while to stop.

It's funny, isn't it? Qian Dayou opened his eyes wide and looked at Chen Heng fiercely.

I suddenly remembered that I haven't been to the Tiren Museum for a long time to write a post. Chen Heng stood up quickly, covered his mouth to suppress a smile, and ran to the Tiren Museum with his pen, ink, and paper.

When I walked into the gate of Tiren Hall, there were not many people inside. Chen Heng's feet had just stepped over the door railing, but they stopped in place for no apparent reason. He hesitated for a moment, then turned around and stuck his head out suspiciously.

I saw two doors that opened outwards, with a paper crane stuck on them. He had just come in in a hurry. If he hadn't happened to catch him with his peripheral vision, he would have probably missed it.

He stepped forward and carefully picked off the paper crane, looking at it curiously.

This origami crane technique seems to be your own?

No, is there anyone in this world who knows this?

Chen Heng suddenly thought of a person in his mind and couldn't help but laugh. He probably knew who kept the paper crane.

With seven points of certainty and three points of guessing, Chen Heng quickly walked to the small wooden cabinet in the corner of the hall, opened the wooden door, and sure enough found a piece of paper deep in the second floor.

When Chen Heng took it out, it turned out to be the same one as before. During the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, this piece of paper, which had been there for an unknown period of time, had a slight musty smell.

He looked at the paper and saw a line of beautiful small words at the end of the poem he left last time to encourage drinking. It reads: If heaven does not love wine, the wine star will not be in the sky. If the earth does not love wine, there should be no fountain of wine. Both heaven and earth love wine, and the love of wine is worthy of heaven.

The air was humid, and the ink on the paper was already blurred. Chen Heng finally identified it, and then he smiled and said, Are you inviting the banished immortal here to help him?

Xu Shi saw that Chen Heng had not replied. After a few blank lines, the line appeared again: Brother, maybe you are angry.

How could I be angry with a child? I was just too busy and forgot. Chen Heng shook his head helplessly. He had indeed been a bit heavy on studies recently.

Continuing to look down, the handwriting is quite new, it must have been written only a few days ago.

I think my brother has forgotten my sister. If he remembered her, why would he not come to see her again? Just forget it.

Below that, there really is no writing at all. Chen Heng counted the days with his fingers and realized that it had been so long since he last left a message.

With a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, Chen Heng took out a new piece of paper, picked up his pen and started to leave a message to reply: There are a lot of things going on in school recently, and I'm so busy all of a sudden that my sister has to wait so hard for nothing, so my brother should apologize first. Next time something like this happens, my brother will definitely leave a message to tell you in advance.

You can't just apologize. Chen Heng turned his head and thought about the interesting things that happened recently. It seemed that the only thing that happened was that the academy was awarded a plaque.

He wrote this matter on paper and added at the end: There is a new classmate in his brother's house. He admires the famous Liang Dynasty general Chen Qingzhi very much. He likes to wear white clothes and robes the most on weekdays. He also has a horse called Red Light in his hand. Horse.

This horse is completely white, except for a large red spot on its neck, which extends all the way to the inside of its neck. Even its mane is red. This brother's classmate said that when Chiguang ran, he looked extremely handsome.

Unfortunately, the leader among those who delivered the plaque that day was his father. When his father went back, he took Chi Guang away along the way.

If you have a chance to see the red light running in the future, my brother will draw it for you.

After writing this, Chen Heng put down his pen, picked up the letter paper and blew on it. After the ink has dried, put the paper back into place.

How do I let her know now that I have replied to her letter? Chen Heng nodded his forehead with his hand in distress, and suddenly had an idea in his mind. He remembered that there was a small peach tree growing crookedly outside the entrance of Tiren Hall. Half of the dense branches have reached the back hall.

He quickly returned to his dormitory, took out a piece of scrap paper that he had written on, and folded it into a paper crane. He found another string, passed it through the back of the paper crane, and took it to the peach tree.

Chen Heng hung the paper crane on the peach branch without much effort. After doing all this, he took a half step back and looked at the paper crane swaying in the evening breeze, and couldn't help but feel a little proud.

She could definitely see it now.

Chen Heng packed up his things and continued to the Tiren Hall to post the post.

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The next day, after going to class.

Chen Heng took advantage of having nothing to do and strolled to the Tiren Hall.

The paper crane I hung yesterday is still hanging under the peach tree. To his surprise, opposite this paper crane, there was also a paper crane with the same shape hanging on a branch near the back hall.

The two paper cranes looked at each other in the air, swaying together in the wind, which was interesting to watch.

Chen Heng smiled, turned around and walked to the place where the letter was hidden, and took out the letter paper. This time, there were not many messages from his sister, only these words: My brother is so unreasonable that he hangs the paper crane under the tree so that no one can even see it.

What my brother said is interesting, so my sister is waiting for her brother's Horse Picture.

My sister was reading a book recently, and suddenly she asked her brother for advice.

Now there are one hundred steps for those who do good deeds, and sixty steps for those who do bad deeds. Those who do bad deeds will take a hundred steps ahead, while those who do good deeds will chase after them and catch them several steps ahead.

Isn't this a question from Nine Chapters of Arithmetic? Weird, weird, Chen Heng thought to himself, does the master in the back hall also teach this?

In fact, Teacher Xie doesn't teach this. The class has just finished studying half of the Book of Songs, and started reading some Tang poetry and Song lyrics. It's just that Lin Daiyu's collection of books at home is really rich, and I don't know where she could get such a Nine Chapters of Arithmetic from.

She was gifted with intelligence. If she hadn't been so, Lin Ruhai wouldn't have thought about finding famous teachers everywhere to teach her. After Lin Daiyu opened this book, she couldn't put it down. Unfortunately, this thing is not like poetry. As long as you have talent, you can get started.

Without the guidance of a famous teacher, it would be very difficult to read this book based on your own talent.

Although he didn't understand the learning progress in the back hall, Chen Heng still put pen to paper to answer. He first explained the principles clearly to Sister Lin, and then it was his turn to write down the problem-solving process.

Chen Heng hesitated for a moment, but decided to let the other party think for himself first, so that he could remember the process firmly. Then he wrote the answer to the two hundred and fifty steps on the back of the paper.

And a postscript in front: My sister can check the answers behind it after she has answered it herself.

It took less than half a moment for Chen Heng to stuff the letter back into place. I couldn't help but start to worry, I was afraid I would have to take out another piece of paper.

If this happens again and again in the future, where can I find so much useless paper? Chen Heng was not only troubled, but it seemed that he would have to think of a new way to deliver the message when he wrote back next time.

There was no way, Chen Heng only had this little wealth and couldn't afford to be extravagant and wasteful.

Another day passed, and Chen Heng came to the Tiren Hall again. Sure enough, there was a new crane on the peach branch opposite. He turned around and came to the cabinet again. As soon as he put his hand in, he felt something was wrong. He felt that he touched a thick pile of things.

Taking it out and looking at it, Chen Heng discovered that it was a stack of used paper. On top of the stack of paper, there is a beautiful red tassel.

Chen Heng took the letter from it, and this time his sister, who had never been masked before, wrote this: I calculated it, it is two hundred and fifty steps, which is the same answer as the brother wrote.

These papers are all used by my sister, and there is no place to put them on weekdays. Now that the brother has thought of a way to hang the paper crane, he should use the paper. Just pull one end of the tassel thread to pull it off.

If you don't like this die, my sister will get a new one when it is used up.

Reading the seemingly plain words on the letter, Chen Heng couldn't help but sigh: His sister has such delicate thoughts and has considered every aspect for him.

Forget it, let’s use paper cranes to send messages first.