This was the first time Han Yu saw Han Song like this. He was startled and looked puzzled: "Second brother, what's going on?"
Han Song didn't answer and asked: "What did you want to do just now?"
Han Yu retracted his hand and rubbed his fingertips lightly on the table: "The corner of the book is curled, I want to smooth it..."
"No need." Han Song said in an indifferent tone, "You can go back."
The bright eyes dimmed instantly, covered with a layer of moisture and confusion.
Han Yu obviously didn't know why he was angry. He looked confused and picked at his fingers uneasily.
The tone of calling him "Second Brother" was as thin as a mosquito's fly, which made Han Song feel that he had become the heinous one.
But he will never forget that Han Yu will steal his books soon and throw them all into the burning stove.
When Han Song discovered that the books he had worked so hard to copy for months were only a pile of ashes.
Even if he is innocent, even if Han Yu has done nothing at this moment, looks at people with clear and eager eyes, and has no cunning plans later, he still can't be without grudges.
Once upon a time, he wanted to take good care of Han Yu, his cousin.
Unfortunately, things didn't work as expected. His cousin, who had been well-behaved when he was young, was suddenly covered in spikes, and they were all pointed at him.
Han Yu hurt him again and again, and every incident was still fresh in his memory.
Even if he came back to his life again, he would never forget it.
Therefore, when Han Yu intended to touch the "Three Character Classic", the radar in Han Song's mind instantly sounded.
No matter what, just scold him.
Do you regret it?
Han Song didn’t know.
But he didn't want to make the same mistake again, and he didn't want to copy books without sleep for three months, so that the fingers holding the pen were bruised and bleeding.
Thinking of this, Han Song's expression became even darker: "It has nothing to do with you here. You can go back."
Han Song issued an eviction order for the second time, but Han Yu did not intend to leave. He sniffed and asked, "Does the second brother hate me?"
Hate doesn't count.
Just distrust.
And give it a wide berth.
"I don't hate it, it's just that I don't own this book, and I'm worried that you might have damaged it without knowing it."
Han Yu shook his head and said firmly: "No."
This was his first real exposure to physical books.
Books are scarce in the base, and only children of advanced superpowers are eligible to own physical books.
The Chinese language grandfather taught him how to read and write through the computer. God knows how much he likes reading.
Therefore, in addition to smoothing the curled edges of the Three Character Classic, he also wanted to touch it.
During the entire process just now, Han Yu had no chance to have close contact with it.
Han Song lowered his eyes to meet Han Yu's sincere eyes, and then quickly looked away.
There seemed to be some magic in these eyes, which always made him soft-hearted.
I want to soften my attitude.
I want to appease his grievances.
Han Yu changed his tone again: "If you don't hate it, then you like it?"
He also grabbed Han Song's sleeve, as if he wouldn't give up until he answered.
The air was silent for a long time, and two words escaped from between Han Song's teeth: "Yes, yes."
Satisfied?
Leave quickly.
Han Yu got what he wanted and left quickly with the words "I like the second brother too".
Han Song sat quietly for a moment and continued to read the previous book.
The young man's face was indifferent, but his disordered breathing revealed the turbulence beneath the calm mask.
...
After returning to the northwest room, Han Yu closed the door, but there was still a trace of confusion on his thin face.
He smiled slightly and caressed the rice paper lovingly.
The quality of the rice paper is not very good, and the ink smudges easily when writing. It is better than the price.
Han Yu touched the rice paper and the brush, feeling more and more that the male protagonist was a cold-faced person with a warm heart.
Book paper was expensive in ancient times and was regarded by people who read as more important than life.
Many scholars will wash their hands before reading, for fear of contaminating anything.
In this way, Han Song's reaction was reasonable and he could understand it.
At the same time, this also reminded Han Yu of the evil things he did to the male protagonist in his dream as the original protagonist at the beginning of the book.
Han Song loved books so much that the original owner decided to burn all his books. Afterwards, he told him arrogantly that if your books are gone, you will no longer be able to read.
The male protagonist is also of high quality and has strong tolerance. Otherwise, the original protagonist would have been beaten to death long ago. How could he still be jumping around in his twenties?
"wrong!"
Han Yu suddenly sat up, his eyes seeming to penetrate the layers of bricks and see clearly the people in the east room.
Speaking of books, Han Yu thought of what Huang Xiulan had said to deceive him before.
Every line in the text points to Han Song's book, so the provocation should not be too obvious.
If the original owner was young and simple-minded, he would most likely be dissatisfied with Han Song and impulsively burn his books.
Then here comes the problem.
Why did Huang Xiulan do this?
Han Yu believed that it was mostly to safeguard the interests of Sanfang.
Just like several forces in the base, they fight openly and secretly just to gather more power and resources.
Everyone said that Han Hongqing's future was limitless, so he would definitely take the imperial examination to the end.
You know, reading is the most expensive thing.
Whether it’s books or pens, ink, paper and inkstones, it’s a high expense.
Although the conditions of the Han family are pretty good, it is quite difficult to support five people studying at the same time.
As a result, the money allocated to the third room will naturally be less.
In the past, Sanfang's family was the largest, and Han Song only accounted for a small head.
Under the current situation, it is normal for Huang Xiulan to be unable to sit still.
If Han Yu was successfully persuaded to burn Han Song's books, he would most likely lose the opportunity to study.
It is also possible that Han Song's academic performance plummeted due to the lack of books, and he was expelled from the private school.
Han Yu held the old brush he borrowed from Han Song and wrote and drew on the paper.
Because he is still young and his wrists are weak, his handwriting is like a ghost drawing a talisman, how can he be so ugly?
He suddenly didn't realize it, and murmured as he wrote: "My heart is like a sieve, women are really scary."
Even though Huang Xiulan didn't have the developed muscles of the female superpowers in the base in her previous life, Han Yu still put her on the list of people to be wary of.
Ever since Han Yu suspected that the original owner's burning of books was related to her third aunt, Huang Xiulan, he had been observing her every move overtly and covertly for the next few days.
Unexpectedly, Huang Xiulan was like a pig in a pig pen, either eating or sleeping. Xiao Shuirong and Miao Cuiyun took turns taking care of Qi Dani, who was bedridden due to snake poison.
Until the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Han Yu didn't find anything strange about Huang Xiulan.
Did he guess wrong?
Han Yu was puzzled, biting the end of his pen and feeling very depressed.
"concentrate."
A clear voice sounded from above. Han Yu was smart and didn't dare to be distracted anymore, and continued to write furiously on the yellowed and rough paper.
From literacy to now, Han Yu has fully demonstrated his talent.
In just ten days, I became "familiar" with thousands of words.
A well-informed person like Han Song, who had taught prodigies in his previous life, was also surprised by Han Yu's learning speed.
Is Han Yu... so smart?
He clearly remembered that Han Yu had not learned anything after studying for many years. He always liked to be lazy, and even in his prime years, he was not admitted to the scholar's examination.
"Yeah, I know." Han Yu nodded, his eyes drifting to the left, "Second brother, how long do you have left to finish copying this book?"
The two of them tacitly agreed not to mention what happened that day.
Han Yu is eager to learn, and Han Song is erudite. After going back and forth, the two of them really look like a pair of close cousins.
Han Song tapped the paper with his finger, estimated one or two and answered: "There are not many left, I can finish copying it today."
Han Yu's eyes lit up, and he turned to the left, his gray cloth coat brushing against Han Song's sleeves: "Are you going to send it to a study in the town before the end of the year?"
Han Song put down his brush, his arms naturally dropped, and he moved farther away from Han Yu: "I plan to go tomorrow."
In addition to the training from the private school, Han Fa will not give Han Song any extra money.
Han Song only looks ten years old, but is actually older than his father.
After decades of ups and downs between the government and the public, Han Song has long been accustomed to asking others for everything rather than asking for himself.
In his spare time from studying, he took over the job of copying books in his study. In one month, he could buy enough books and pens.
The private school had its annual vacation half a month ago. Before returning to the village, Han Song made a special trip to the study and paid a deposit for three books to the shopkeeper.
To this day, there are only a few pages left to copy.
Han Yu came close again, the ink on the tip of his pen was shaky: "Second brother, can I go with you?"
Han Song held his breath, took Han Yu's brush and put it on the pen holder, but the latter accidentally grabbed his cuff.
"Second brother, okay?"
Han Song withdrew his hand expressionlessly: "A manly man, don't act coquettishly."
Han Yu: "???"
Han Yu wanted to say where, but he heard Miao Cuiyun's voice coming from outside: "Brother Song, come here and give me a hand."
Miao Cuiyun went to the field to collect cabbage early in the morning and planned to pickle sauerkraut.
Pickling sauerkraut requires a lot of cabbage, and it will be difficult for the woman to carry it on her back.
Han Song didn't think anything of it, got up and left.
Han Yu glanced at the book copied by Han Song, and the idea of exploring it was ready to come.
After enduring it for a while, I couldn't bear it anymore.
Han Song went outside and helped Miao Cuiyun take out the cabbage from the bamboo basket, then helped clean the cabbage, put it into the vat, and compacted it with stones.
Miao Cuiyun took the last stone from Xiao Shuirong and said, "Okay, go back. Don't leave Brother Yu alone."
Han Song didn't know what he thought of, his expression suddenly changed, and he quickly turned around and left.
Looking at the fast pace, Miao Cuiyun burst into laughter: "Don't look at Brother Song's cold and indifferent appearance, but he actually likes Brother Yu."
Xiao Shuirong was delighted to hear this, with a smile that was too thick to hide.
Here the two sisters were taking a break from their busy work, while there was a fire burning in Han Song's chest, his fists clenched until his joints turned white.
He walked quickly through the door and saw Han Yu holding his book and mumbling something.
The image of Han Yu laughing triumphantly after burning his books in his previous life appeared in his mind, and Han Song felt a surge of anger rushing to the top of his head.
Han Song: "Give me..." Put it down!
Han Yu: "Second brother, I know how to memorize this article. Come here quickly and I will recite it to you!"
Han Song suddenly stopped at his feet: "What did you say?"
Han Yu repeated it again.
Han Song stood at the door, his expression unclear against the light: "You said...you have memorized the entire chapter of "The Doctrine of the Mean" by heart?"
Han Yu said crisply: "Ang, yes!"
