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    "Just leaving it at the door like this? Aren't you worried about an accident and he suddenly wakes up and runs away?" Chen Chu looked at the man lying on the ground, and an indescribable feeling spread in his heart, "Yang Ping didn't take this seriously?  In other words, he didn't pay attention to such a small character at all."  However, both attitudes have a premise. This is definitely not the first time such a thing has happened.  Yang Erxia said disapprovingly: "Don't worry, if there is any movement, I can feel it." Chen Chu had seen so-called "miraculous skills" in Yang Qing, but what he felt in Yang Ping was completely different, because, this  The goods can not only put on a show, but also become even more powerful when they blow. For a layman like Chen Chu, the power of blowing is often more effective than the real thing.  At this moment, when entering Daxia Yang¡¯s practice room, what was on his mind was completely different. The purpose was not simply to explore Daxia Yang¡¯s preferences.  "What will be in this practice room?" There is usually a big difference between imagination and reality.  Before he walked in, what was running through Chen Chu's mind was the place where a certain hero in those martial arts movies sat cross-legged and meditated.  But inside There is a 60-inch LCD screen on the side wall, and there is something on the side It should be a computer case; the bookcases extend to the side, and there are five paintings hanging at the end, and there are many bottles below the paintings.  Bottles and jars, Chen Chu could be sure that these were not antiques, nor were they works of art worth collecting.  The mouths of these jars were all plugged. "Wine jars?" This is what Chen Chu thought.  Looking to the right, there are several kneeling chairs and an Eight Immortals table with several volumes of books placed on it.  Yes, it's the kind of bamboo slip that looks very ancient.  "Uh it's so messy." All of this came into view, and "messy" was the only way to describe it: "Is this really a practice room?" "Haha, I know what you are thinking." Yang Ping said with a smile: "This  What time has it been?" Chen Chu smiled awkwardly: "Yes." "Okay, can you tell me what you came in for?" "To be honest, it was just for a look."  Go to the Eight Immortals Table.  Before he came, he picked up the bamboo slips on the table: "What is this?" "My father often read these ancient scrolls, but I can't understand what they are." Chen Chu spread them out and looked at them carefully.  Standing up, Chen Chu frowned before he could read a few "characters". What he couldn't understand was probably not the content, but the words inside. "This is hieroglyphics, but it's not our oracle bone inscriptions. Now,  Oracle bone inscriptions appear on bamboo slips?" All kinds of unreasonableness made Chen Chu think that this thing might be Yang Daxia's personal collection.  After putting the things back in their original shape, Chen Chu walked to the bookcase.  There should be tens of thousands of books here, covering everything!  Chen Chu dazzled and saw the classical Chinese version of "Jin Ping Mei". It seemed that Yang Daxia's collection was very large.  "My uncle must read these books often, right?" Chen Chu suddenly stopped in front of the bookcase and pointed to the fifth row, which was the books in the center of the bookcase.  ""Tao Jing", "Brahma", "I Ching" I don't know, I haven't read it anyway." Yang Erxia said after chanting for a while, with a "dead pig" look on his face.  Which books are often read, which books are rarely read, and which books are rarely read, can be seen from the placement of the books.  Chen Chu picked up the book "Brahma".  This is a modern transcription of the Buddhist scriptures. There are two versions. One is a simplified version that has been translated, and the other is written according to the original text of the Buddhist scriptures, and most people cannot understand it at all.  Chen Chu had read the former, but the latter really had no intention of reading it, and what Yang Daxia collected happened to be the latter.  ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡­  However, he didn't say it.  After putting the book back, he walked to the paintings again.  Originally, Chen Chu thought that these paintings were all masterpieces. Unexpectedly, none of them were signed. After thinking for a moment, Chen Chu thought of something and asked, "Are these paintings made by my uncle?" "My father has this hobby.  "These five paintings are the ones that my uncle is most satisfied with?" "I don't know, but these paintings can represent each time period of my father. My father will include the paintings he made within 10 years."  The one that best represents his state of mind hangs here, and he will look at it every day. " "A pair from ten years ago" Chen Chu was shocked: "You mean, one of these was painted by my uncle when he was ten years old.  "Chen Chu is not a person who really knows how to paint. He can paint mountains and water, which is a good color and ink painting in Chen Chu's opinion.  "This one." Yang Ping pointed to the first painting on the left.  Chen Chu looked over.  The things described in this painting are very simple, a small river and a weeping willow. The river gives people a slow feeling, and with the company of the weeping willow "leisurely".  "Uncle is really amazing." After Chen Chu looked at each painting carefully, he felt the meaning in the painting.A "examination" of himself by a man with an unusual life experience.  "Can you understand?" "What, you can't understand?" Chen Chu asked.  Yang Ping looked at Chen Chu suspiciously.  When Chen Chu saw him like this, he couldn't help but ask: "Uncle must be very strict with you, right? You must have been punished a lot when you were a child practicing kung fu." "How do you know!" Yang Ping cooperated with a surprised look.  Chen Chu shook his head and said nothing, thinking, "With this kind of brain, one's kung fu must not be obtained by "cultivation", but by "extraction"." In order to avoid Yang Ping's questioning, Chen Chu changed the topic: "These tanks below  Are they all bars? " "My nose is very good." Yang Ping thought Chen Chu could smell it.  In fact, when Chen first saw this thing placed under the painting, he thought of the saying "ink and wine are friends"; usually people who love painting love wine, because they both have one thing in common, that is, the "environment"  The sublimation is all that kind of indescribable beauty.  However, a person who is addicted to alcohol may not necessarily love painting, because the way to get into it is wrong With Yang Daxia's rather ancient lifestyle, Chen Chu felt that he was very likely to put good wine and painting together.  Have a glass of wine while you paint.  When he learned that this painting was Yang Daxia's "examination" of himself, Chen Chu was even more certain that it was wine. The so-called looking at the past with a certain degree of drunkenness.  "Can you open it and take a look?" Chen Chu's understanding of wine is similar to how deep his understanding of paintings is. However, Chen Chu is still very curious. How does a person like Yang Daxia think about the past?  Is the drink strong, light, or medium?  This can help Chen Chu understand Yang Daxia's truest character better.  "Just a smell?" "Yeah!" "That's okay." Chen Chu immediately started to smell more than a dozen bottles of wine, and finally nodded with satisfaction: "It's done, let's go." "Is this the end?  "You didn't do anything." "I just came here out of curiosity. Do you think I'm lying to you?" Chen Chu said with a smile.  Yang Ping frowned, and then looked Chen Chu up and down: "You" "I didn't take anything." Chen Chu spread his hands.  "Uhthat's not what I meant. Are you really just curious to take a look?" "What else? Are you here to steal martial arts secret books? I don't think uncle will put the secret books directly in the bookcase of the practice room." Yang Ping  He raised his eyes with a look of deep hatred and bitterness. He was sure that Chen Chu had done something, but how could he possibly have thought of what it was? ?¡­ ?Leave the practice room with Yang Erxia.  Yang Erxia took the man in black lying at the door out.  Walking outside the yard, someone came and took the man in black away.  Chen Chu looked at it with confusion. He didn't see Yang Ping greeting anyone, but this person suddenly appeared like a ghost.  "Chen Chu, are you going to visit my sister?" Chen Chu looked at the time: 11:39. It was not yet noon, so there was no need to leave in a hurry.  Moreover, Chen Chu felt the need to see Li Wan: "Okay." Yang Ping led Chen Chu to Yang Qing's yard.  Unfortunately, Yang Qing was not at the residence, nor was Li Wan.  "Call and ask." "Forget it, I still have some things to do." Chen Chu didn't care about this problem.  Yang Ping didn't say anything: "Okay, I'll take you out." Chen Chu thought that Yang Ping meant sending you out to the door. However, after sending him to the door, Yang Ping found someone: "Send my friend off."  He's going somewhere." "Yes." "You're welcome!" Yang Erxia waved his hand and immediately became more enthusiastic.  Chen Chu looked funny, but he didn't say much: "Goodbye." After getting in the car, Chen Chu sat in the back seat.  As soon as the car started, the person in front asked: "Where are you going?" "Just take me into the city." The other person was obviously stunned, but he didn't ask any more questions.  The car started to move, and the five paintings in Yang Daxia's practice room continued to appear in Chen Chu's mind, "Yang Qing and Yang Ping are not as good as Uncle Yang in character" Suddenly, Chen Chu felt that he understood something.  However, this feeling is inexplicable, like a meteor passing by. It does not bring any changes to life. However, in the land where "life" is the soil, it is destined to leave traces of meteorites. ?¡­ ?The journey was uneventful, Chen Chu walked into a middle school in G city, and under the guidance of Chen Qian, he walked into a teacher¡¯s office.  This female teacher is about 30 years old. She wears a pair of glasses, which gives the impression that "this is a teacher."  When the female teacher uttered two words, Chen Chu's expression changed: "Puppy love!?"He glanced at Chen Qian.  "Who are you Chen Qian?" the teacher asked, holding his eyes.  "I'm his uncle. Chen Qian's parents are in business. The New Year is approaching and they are very busy so I can't come. I'm sorry." He was surprised, so he couldn't get into trouble.  "Parents are very busy and the school knows that. Moreover, the significance of the school's existence is not only to teach students knowledge, but also to provide guidance on moral character and even various aspects of life" The long speech began.  Chen Chu, who was prepared, pretended to be his grandson and nodded repeatedly.  After a while, the female teacher changed the topic back: "I think parents need to know about this kind of thing, in order to help the school educate their children." Chen Chu glanced at Chen Qian again, she lowered her head and tugged  Clothes corner.  If it were Chen Qian and her father sitting here, it would be normal for this girl to be nervous and panicked, but it was Chen Chu sitting here. At least Chen Chu himself knew very well how to "pretend to be the same".  The teacher can also see suspicions from these details. Of course, what he sees is the opposite.  Since Chen Qian showed fear, his "uncle" should be useful.  "Teacher, can you let me meet that male classmate?" Chen Chu couldn't bear it anymore.  "That classmate has gone home." Chen Chu hesitated and asked, "Do you have any photos?" Chen Chu thought to himself that the class had group photos, so the teacher should have them.  The female teacher¡¯s expression became strange.  Chen Qian secretly stabbed Chen Chu in the gang.  "I want to know more about this matter so that I can tell Chen Qian's parents when I get back." "I will invite the parents of both parties separately, but I don't want the other parent to have any contact with the students" Chen Chu understood.  , I immediately had a good impression of this teacher. This is obviously a way for a teacher to protect his students when dealing with this matter: "Yes, yes, I understand. I will definitely tell Chen Qian's parents when I get back."  Just like that, the teacher is still very satisfied with Chen Qian in terms of learning.  Thinking about it, if Chen Qian hadn't studied well, the matter of puppy love wouldn't have been handled so easily.  Walking out of the office, Chen Chu raised his eyes and asked: "Puppy love? What are you so anxious about? Have you forgotten everything I said?" "I didn't." "No? I've already asked the parents, but you still don't admit it?" "That's not the case.  That¡¯s what you think!¡± ¡°Tell me first, what is that male classmate like?¡± When he got out, his true colors were revealed, and Chen Chu didn¡¯t look like an ¡°elder¡± at all.  (.)s
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