Zhou Sese laughed quickly, "Of course, come in."
Teacher Zhou also smiled instantly, raised his hand to touch the frame of his glasses, and immediately followed Zhou Sese.
Sheng Xijiang's sense of urgency suddenly reached its peak.
He is a man.
You can tell what it means when a man looks at a woman.
When you want to catch up.
Zhou Sese, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and faced Sheng Xijiang sideways, "Go make a pot of tea."
Sheng Xijiang: "..."
Zhou Sese asked again, "Are you so injured that you can't even make tea?"
Sheng Xijiang: "..."
How can a man say no?
He nodded, "I can, Mr. Zhou. Please come in first. I'll make you some tea."
Teacher Zhou is also an honest man, not much more lively than the nerd. "It's troublesome."
Sheng Xijiang watched the two people go in one after another. He gritted his teeth and went to make tea.
In the house.
Teacher Zhou pulled out a half-burned book from her messenger bag. As soon as she opened it, ashes immediately fell from the burnt edges. Teacher Zhou's face flushed instantly, and she quickly wiped the table with her sleeve. "Sorry, it's a little dirty."
Zhou Sese waved her hand hurriedly, "It's okay, it's okay."
Turning a page, Teacher Zhou said regretfully, "This was originally a book of poetry, but it was burned a few years ago. There's a poem in it that I particularly like, but only half is left. I took the book to the town bookstore and asked, but they didn't sell it. So I thought I'd ask if you knew the second half."
Zhou Sese nodded happily, "I can take a look, but I'm not sure I will."
Teacher Zhou quickly pointed it out to Zhou Sese and said, "The author seems to be Zhang Ruoxu. This poem only reaches the part where the first person saw the moon by the river, and when did the moon by the river first shine on people? The rest is burned."
Zhou Sese blurted out, "Life is endless from generation to generation, and the moon on the river looks the same every year. I don't know who the moon on the river is waiting for, but I only see the Yangtze River sending flowing water..."
Teacher Zhou hurriedly took out a piece of paper and a pen from his cloth bag. "Comrade Zhou, could you speak more slowly so I can take notes?"
Zhou Sese nodded and waited for Teacher Zhou to finish organizing his notebook. "Life is endless from generation to generation..."
When Sheng Xijiang came in carrying the teapot, what he saw was this scene of a beautiful woman with red sleeves.
A soft bang——
The small teapot was placed in the middle of the table.
Sheng Xijiang sat down next to Zhou Sese, opposite Teacher Zhou, picked up a cup and placed it next to Teacher Zhou, pouring her a cup of tea.
Neither of them seemed to take him seriously. Zhou Sese lay on the table and watched Teacher Zhou write word by word on the paper. She then said the following poem, "But I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water..."
Sheng Xijiang didn’t understand. He only graduated from junior high school and had never learned it.
But listening to Zhou Sese reading it slowly, it seemed as if one could also taste some of the fun.
Teacher Zhou finally finished writing. He was excited and happy. "Thank you, Comrade Zhou."
Sheng Xijiang: “???”
Comrade Zhou?
What's wrong with calling me sister-in-law?
Zhou Sese smiled generously and sweetly, "It's okay, Teacher Zhou, I'll be happy if I can help you."
Teacher Zhou...
Comrade Zhou...
So this is what a family is?
Teacher Zhou asked curiously, "Comrade Zhou, you are obviously well-read, so why do you still need to attend literacy classes?"
Zhou Sese pointed at Sheng Xijiang and said, "He asked me to go. He despised me because I had never been to school, was uneducated, and was a gangster... Oh, no, I'm illiterate."
Sheng Xijiang looked at the white and tender little finger so close to him, "I..."
Teacher Zhou said calmly, "Deputy Captain Sheng, I have to criticize you. Although academic qualifications do represent the level of education and culture in some aspects, it does not mean that people without academic qualifications are necessarily uncultured.
In our village, there was a grandfather who had never been to school, but he was familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics and could even write beautiful calligraphy. Every year during the Spring Festival, the Spring Festival couplets in our village were written by him. He was recognized by the villagers as the most educated person.
Sheng Xijiang raised the corner of his mouth, his voice devoid of any emotion, "Teacher Zhou is really used to being a teacher. He can teach people in just a few words."
Teacher Zhou's expression paused slightly. "I'm sorry, Deputy Captain Sheng, I've overstepped my bounds."
Zhou Sese said jokingly, "Don't be nervous, he talks to us like this too, is there anything else?"
Teacher Zhou nodded repeatedly, then lowered his eyes and flipped through his notebook. "There's also this one, it seems to be called 'Reminiscence of the Red Cliff'..."
In the blink of an eye.
Teacher Zhou drank up the entire pot of water.
Zhou Sese glanced at Sheng Xijiang.
Sheng Xijiang took the teapot and went to refill the water.
Teacher Zhou chattered on, "Comrade Zhou, have you read the Four Great Classics? Of the Four Great Classics, I only haven't finished reading Dream of the Red Chamber..."
Zhou Sese said modestly, "I watched it once, but I didn't have any insights, and I can't remember many of the plots."
When Mr. Zhou heard that Zhou Sese had read Dream of the Red Chamber, his eyes lit up under his thick glasses. "Do you still remember the verdicts about the Twelve Beauties of Jinling? What do you think of the jade belt hanging in the forest and the golden hairpin buried in the snow?"
Zhou Sese: "..."
She had a hunch that Teacher Zhou might become a "Redologist".
She said a few simple words.
Teacher Zhou was extremely excited. "Why didn't I think of this angle?"
Zhou Sese smiled, "Reading is a personal matter. There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers. It is precisely because everyone has different opinions on the same book that we can liberate our minds and make culture flourish."
Teacher Zhou: “!!!”
He even wanted to write down every word Zhou Sese said in his little notebook!
Sheng Xijiang came in carrying a kettle. "It's already noon, Teacher Zhou. Are you hungry? I'm going to the cafeteria to get some food, or I can join you."
This is a blatant act of chasing people away.
Zhou Sese glanced at Sheng Xijiang with a reproachful look.
Unexpectedly——
Teacher Zhou, who completely failed to grasp the underlying meaning, said, "Deputy Battalion Commander Sheng, can you really...really help me type it out?"
Sheng Xijiang: "..."
Zhou Sese: "..."
Phew!
Just as I was about to go out, I ran into Sheng Yingying who was coming back with the children. "Brother, are you going to the cafeteria to get food? Don't go. I bought some food on the way."
Sheng Xijiang asked, "How's the braised meat selling? Did it cause any trouble to your sister-in-law?"
Sheng Yingying said mysteriously, "Brother, I finally understand why my unlucky sister-in-law is so confident. She is so good at making money. She earns more than your monthly salary. Brother, no wonder she wants to divorce you."
Clang——
Sheng Xijiang raised his hand and hit Sheng Yingying on the head with the lunch box. Sheng Yingying covered her head and said, "I'm not very smart to begin with, and you made me even dumber."
Sheng Xijiang sneered, "It would be better if he could be beaten into a mute."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
