Zhou Xinya and Shen Che were fighting on the kang.

Zhou Xinya still missed the post just now and said, "Bah, is it you who plays formation like this? People only have numbers left. This is a big sentence for you. Who is in the harbor, two sets of flat floors in high-end communities, a million-dollar luxury car, 180 in height, and it's not clingy to people... Bah, you're still a big job. Ask Teacher Meng, are you good at having a big job?" Zhou Xinya said.

"Teacher Meng, please speak justice for me." Chen Che said.

Meng Ruoshui blushed and said anxiously: "How do I know?"

After a while, the three of them found the playing cards from the room to play Landlord.

After playing until 10:30 in the morning, Zhou Xinya threw the card in her hand and said, "Chen Che, don't say that you have a great job in the future. Your level is too bad. You can't even win a king-fight. You are always cheated by you when you are a farmer. Fortunately, you are not playing money, otherwise you will lose your underwear with you."

Chen Che also threw the card and said, "Okay, I'm not good at Landlord. Come and shoot the golden flowers. Let's see if I can win your underwear!"

Meng Ruoshui smiled and watched the two of them quarrel, stood up and said, "Stop making trouble, prepare to cook."

Ten:40.

Put a pan on the stove, which is an old-fashioned aluminum pan made of cans, etc., which is suitable for frying food.

The oil in the kitchen is peanut oil pressed by the ancient method in the local rural areas. It is different from the refined oil in supermarkets. It looks more mellow and has a more natural color.

Pour oil into the pot and heat it for a while, and the aroma of peanut oil drifts away.

Chen Che cut the black pig and plum blossom meat he bought in the morning into slices of moderate thickness, one by one, one round and the size of a bowl.

Zhou Xinya mixed a bowl of egg batter, wrapped the cut plum blossom meat with a layer of paste, and then fried it in a pot. After a while, the meat smelled everywhere and filled the entire stove hut.

Meng Ruoshui raised her head and stretched out and said, "It smells so good. I suddenly feel so hungry. You two fry meat on fire, so I'll go fry two vegetables."

"By the way, Teacher Meng, let your uncle and the old principal eat together at noon, right? Or any other relatives call you. Anyway, this kind of snowy day cannot be done, so it is most suitable for gathering." Chen Che said.

"It makes sense, I'll go and shout." Meng Ruoshui said.

"I'll buy some pigs to water with you." Chen Che said, "Xinya, you can fry the meat here yourself, be careful not to fry it, but pay more attention to safety."

"Let's go, I'm not a child."

The two of them came out of the yard. It was snowing heavily outside, but the wind stopped. The snow on the road fell and passed the soles of the shoe.

Meng Ruoshui went to his uncle's house and uncle's house in turn, and then to the old principal's house. When he came back, he passed by the primary school and said, "In the past, the children from seven or eight villages all came here to attend classes, but now only one-third of them have the conditions. Those who have the conditions have gone to the town or county town to study."

The school gate is closed and it is not closed.

The two of them walked in and went in the corridor. There was a blackboard that was wiped clean and there was nothing on it.

Meng Ruoshui said: "This is the blackboard newspaper area. There should be no new ones yet. The new theme should be related to New Year's Day."

Chen Che said: "It's similar to the school I attended at my grandfather's house when I was a child, but I only attended there for a year, and then I went to our own school in our village. I went to the city in junior high school. For rural children, I was very shocked when I first went to the city. My experience in school had a great impact on my later outlook on life."

"What are you talking about? You seem to have experienced the baptism of a wrong outlook on life. You are optimistic, you are not as bad as you think." Meng Ruoshui said with a smile.

Chen Che picked up the chalk on the black slate, thought about it, and at this moment, the secret of running script came to his mind, and the "spirit" of the saint of calligraphy Wang Xizhi was infused into his body.

"Teacher Meng, let me write a poem about the current snow scene," Chen Che said.

"You? Can you still write?" Meng Ruoshui said in surprise, "I mean chalk."

"Well, tell me, about snow, all I can think of is the saying that fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."

Seeing Chen Che's expression serious, Meng Ruoshui turned to ponder: "A journey of the mountain, a journey of water, and walked towards the Yuguan. It was late at night."

She said something, Chen Che wrote something, and she looked as she said, her voice gradually became smaller, and finally she couldn't even speak, but she just stared at the vertical chalk words.

It is ever-changing, with many styles, graceful and vigorous, and has eternal eternal beauty. The beauty of Chinese characters is vividly outlined between strokes and strokes.

"Once the wind is updated, the snow is updated, and the dream of the hometown is broken will not come true, and there is no such sound in the hometown..."

Meng Ruoshui finished reciting the words, but there were no more praises in his mind. The white chalk words on the blackboard were like a graceful lady from the Jin Dynasty dancing on it, with her dancing postures beautifully and as beautiful as a fairy.

Meng Ruoshui looked at the boy holding chalk, his body was as straight as loose, and his arms were lifted lightly when writing, which was as if he was "a heavy sword without a sharp edge, and a great skill was not skillful."

Her serious side face, handsome side face, and calligraphy that looks down on the world are mixed with the north wind and snow, making her fall in love with her.

After Chen Che finished writing, he also took a step back. He was shocked by the words he "written". He did not respect himself as a god in his heart, but respected the calligraphy of the Eastern Jin Dynasty more.

I am just holding my own hands.

Chen Che felt that Teacher Meng was reading this poem too feminine, and it was not as if it should appear in a vibrant place like the school. So he wrote on the blackboard of his other half, "Birds fly in thousands of mountains, people die in thousands of paths, and the old man in a straw hat, and fishing alone in the cold river snow."

Buzz!

Meng Ruoshui looked at his phone and said, "Is it him?"

"Hey, um, I'm in... my hometown, um, and my friend. Where are you? Have you eaten?" Meng Ruoshui went to the side to answer the phone, "You want to come to find me? Really... But, I don't have time recently..."

A few minutes later, Meng Ruoshui hung up the phone, walked to the blackboard, and saw Chen Che writing "Jiang Xue" from Li Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty on the other side.

The moment I saw the word, the scene of birds flying across the mountains and fishing alone in the snow of the cold river fell into my mind, as if I had seen the heavy snow all over the sky with my own eyes. An old man was sitting in a small boat on the river, and a man was very lonely fishing in the center of the river. The snow scene between the sky and the earth was pure and quiet, spotless. The old man fished was noble and arrogant, with a thick pen turning to a faint, and it seemed that he could feel the vastness of the universe in the outline.

Jane's chest was filled with surging emotions, and it actually diluted the joy of not contacting her boyfriend for a long time and calling herself.

"Chen Che, I didn't expect your words... It's really the pinnacle and it's crazy about the past and present. It seems that the teacher really didn't understand you before, and he once said that you were ignorant of your skills. Looking back now, the teacher blushed." Meng Ruoshui said sincerely.

Chen Che patted him for fear of the chalk dust on his hand, and showed a smile that he thought was warm and sunny, "I want to learn, I want to learn to make friends with you."

"Okay, do you have to pay the tuition fee?" Meng Ruoshui asked with a smile.

"I think about it, let's do it. I'll teach you brother and I'll teach you for free."
Chapter completed!