Mr. Fang's face was calm, and he was sipping the tea intently, pretending not to see the extremely resentful look Fang Zheng cast, but his heart was quite uneasy. The older you get, the more shameful you are, not to mention that Mr. Fang is still in the city of Jinling.
A wealthy man with a good reputation. So Mr. Fang lied, for no other reason than to save face. It was a completely subconscious reaction.
How could a big business owner with a net worth of tens of millions allow others to say that his son was a playboy who was ignorant and incompetent? Even if others didn't say it to his face, Mr. Fang couldn't stand that kind of ridicule.
A mocking look.
Face is an elusive thing, but sometimes it can really be seen and touched. Being in Mr. Fang's current position, my feelings are much deeper than those of ordinary people.
So Master Chen asked, and Master Fang blurted out without thinking, rushing to help Fang Zheng answer. The words fell silent before Master Fang regretted it. As a businessman, Master Fang must have told countless lies in his life, but today
This lie was undoubtedly the easiest to expose, which made Mr. Fang very worried.
At this moment, his thoughts were the same as those of his precious son: What if Mr. Chen got interested and considered Fang Zheng's knowledge on the spot?
The two fathers and sons know better than anyone else that being a student is just a hat on the head. This hat is like a bubble, which will burst with a light poke. There is no luck in learning, and there are no shortcuts. After studying hard day and night,
If you don't have enough skills, others will be able to tell the difference, not to mention that this young master Fang can't even read the words, so he will show his flaws when he opens his mouth.
So, the two of them sat facing each other, feeling uneasy in their hearts. They only hoped that Mrs. Chen would quickly serve tea to see off the guests and complain to each other on the way back.
The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Sure enough, Master Chen lived up to everyone's expectations and said with expectation in his eyes: "In that case, I'm going to test you. The meaning of the scriptures is too profound and broad, so let's not talk about it today. I will make a pair, and you will be right. How about it?"
How? Can I say no? Fang Zheng looked sad, did dad deliberately want to see me embarrassed? What good will it do to you if your son is embarrassed? You are a businessman, do this kind of bad thing that hurts others and does not benefit yourself.
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Thinking about it, I might as well get upset. At worst, I’ll just say that I broke my head a while ago and can’t remember what I learned before. Anyway, my dad is here, and it’s him who’s embarrassed. Who told him to trick me? I’ll let him do it.
He lost face once, and this is called "like father, like son".
Mr. Fang, however, looked quite embarrassed. What should he be afraid of? What should he do now? His son has a lot of stuff in his belly. He knows best. He is a top student who drinks flowers and plays with girls. He has never done anything in school since he was a child.
How can someone who has touched you treat him right?
Not a disciple? Why did you come up with such a scene? According to the custom, Master Chen only needs to accept the gifts from the Fang family, then encourage Fang Zheng with a few gentle words, and finally serve tea to see the guest off.
The son is now alive. Man is not as good as God. If I had known better, it would have been better to just let the scoundrel admit that he was illiterate, which would have saved the father and son the reputation of "liar".
Mr. Fang was getting older, and he regarded his old face more and more preciously. Hearing that he wanted to confront his wife, he immediately opened his mouth and planned to put the matter aside.
Unexpectedly, Fang Zheng had already made up his mind. The dead pig was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. At worst, he would vomit blood and die like a pierced intestine.
He didn't give Mr. Fang a chance to interrupt, and rushed to say: "In that case, I will ask Master to come up with the question."
Mr. Fang's shoulders slumped, he closed his eyes in annoyance, and leaned on the backrest of the Taishi's chair. He really couldn't bear to see his son's stunned embarrassment. You can do whatever you want, but I can't see and can't be bothered.
Master Chen looked at the portrait of Confucius hanging on the wall, pondered for a while, and said: "Listen carefully, I will tell you how to find the way to find the pieces by playing chess last night."
Fang Zheng's eyes lit up when he heard this. Hey, I seem to have heard of this couplet before. Why has no one published this couplet in this era? Wakaka, cheating devices, golden fingers, how wonderful the life in time travel is.
Ah, from now on, this young master will have another title: talented scholar, Fang Dacaizi, the suave, handsome and unrestrained Fang Dacaizi. Whoever shouts louder will be rewarded!
Those who study in the Chinese Department of the university are definitely no strangers to ancient Chinese poetry and couplets. Fang Zheng did not study too seriously when he was in university, but he was somewhat influenced by it. He read a few serious books, such as "Clouds to Rain,
I still know a little bit about "Snow is against the wind, evening light is against the clear sky". Of course, Young Master Fang is more familiar with purely academic romance novels such as "The Golden Ping Mei". He often studies it to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat. As for whether he has asked me for help after studying it.
The fifth girl helped put out the fire, which is not enough for outsiders.
The couplet produced by Master Chen is within the scope of Fang Zheng's limited knowledge. It must be said that this guy's luck is not generally good.
Chen Fuzi came up with a double correlation. The "Zilu" in the first couplet contains two meanings. One is the number of chess pieces, and the other is Confucius's disciples. One of them happens to be called Zilu.
Fang Zheng recalled for a while and immediately had the answer. He pretended to ponder for a while and said loudly: "Students are interested in 'Looking at the face in the mirror today'." After saying this, he proudly reached out and flicked the square scarf, which looked elegant but was actually coquettish.
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This is also a double connection, in which "Yan Hui" also has two meanings, one is the true appearance, and the other is that among Confucius's disciples, there was also a man named Yan Hui.
Master Chen silently tasted the second couplet, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Not bad, wonderful!"
Of course it's wonderful. How can it not be wonderful if it's printed in a book thousands of years later?
Mr. Fang's closed eyes suddenly opened and he said in shock: "What?"
Turning his head and staring at Fang Zheng, he said, "How could you..." He stopped talking mid-sentence, but there was doubt in his eyes.
Fang Zheng said humbly: "Dad, this child seems to have divine help, it cannot be taken seriously."
You're talking nonsense! The gods will help you find the right pair. Can you survive after eating enough? Master Fang glared at him, but he was secretly happy in his heart. It's good that his son didn't embarrass him. Even if Master Chen comes up with a pair again and can't answer it, it won't matter.
As for being too embarrassed.
Master Chen smiled and said: "Today, as a teacher, I will give you another couplet. Listen carefully, 'Ambition is hard to overcome, but you still want to ride the long wind and break the waves of thousands of miles.'"
“Students are interested in ‘if you want to enjoy your leisure time, you might as well go to the South China Sea to find the moon pearl’.”
"Okay, listen, I'll tell you again, 'If you don't have any intention, how can you get by in vain?'"
"The student is not interested in 'Xue Fei, but he is the same year.'"
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Mr. Fang sat on the Taishi's chair and watched the two of them going back and forth in stunned silence. He really couldn't figure out when his son, who couldn't even read a word, learned how to make pairs? And he actually became famous as a literary talent.
Master Chen from Jinling fought to no avail. Judging from Master Chen's expression, he seemed to be becoming more and more satisfied with this new disciple.
It’s unbelievable, so unbelievable! Mr. Fang couldn’t accept it for a moment. He shook his head, trying to throw the strange scene in front of him out of his mind as an illusion. This was the first time that Fang Zheng’s image had appeared in the eyes of his father.
I felt some unfathomable feelings. Looking back, ever since my son woke up from a coma, his words and deeds were different from usual. It was as if he was a different person. He was no longer the same wild and prodigal son as before. Could it be that... he
If you lose your brain, your body will be enlightened instead?
In the end, Mr. Fang simply stopped listening and thought to himself: "Looking at this situation, my son is definitely not a thing in the pond. His many misdeeds in the past were just youthful fooling around. Before Zhou Chu killed the tiger and the dragon, wasn't he also a human being?"
Are you a prodigal who brought harm to your neighbors? If you can repent, you can still accomplish a lot." After thinking about it, Fang Zheng became even more pleasing to the eye.
With just a few correct answers, he was able to reverse Master Fang's bad impression of him over the years, and was repeatedly praised by Master Chen. Fang Zheng had never expected such benefits.
"Haha, it's so happy! It's been so long since I've been so happy! Mr. Fang, you have a good son!" Master Chen laughed and said to Mr. Fang.
Mr. Fang suppressed his doubts in his heart, and smiled when he heard the words: "You are too naughty, and you will try to be clever. Please pay more attention to Mr. Chen in the future."
When he demeaned his son, Mr. Fang said it with a proud look on his face. When someone praises his son, what parent would not be happy? Mr. Fang was like drinking a big jar of honey, the sweetness spread from his face to his heart, and his son finally
Winning face for his father made him happier than earning tens or millions of taels of silver.
After making an appointment to study in the academy five days later, the Fang family father and son took their leave.
On the way back, Mr. Fang couldn't suppress the doubts in his heart and asked: "Zheng'er, when did you learn to deal with pairs?"
"Dad, didn't the child say that it would be better if God could help me?" Fang Zheng replied with a smile: "As soon as Master Chen asked the question, the child could vaguely see the sky full of gods and Buddhas circling above my head. Every time Master Chen came up with a pair, there would be one
A Bodhisattva told me the second line in my ear..."
"Humph, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky are coming to help you with your match? Do they have so much time?" Looking at Fang Zheng's playful and devoid of seriousness, Mr. Fang knew what he didn't want to say. No matter how hard he pressed, it was useless, so he could only complain.
He snorted and stopped asking.
As long as his son learns well and grows his face, he can be like Mrs. Fang and maintain an optimistic attitude, not asking about the process but only looking at the results.