Chapter 36 The Shen family has a daughter who has not grown up
Jiang Chengfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Only a rich girl like Second Miss Shen could do such a boring thing!
"Jiang Dazhu, can you... promise me one thing?" Shen Qingdie's pretty face flushed, she hung her head, muttered softly, and didn't dare to look up at all.
Jiang Chengfeng sat up straight, stretched, and said, "Tell me about it!"
"That's it...that's it, you can't tell anyone about the way you hit me today! You can't tell anyone!"
Although Shen Qingdie is young, she is a lady from a wealthy family and naturally knows propriety, morality, integrity and shame. If others knew that her little butt was hit by a man, she would be too ashamed to face anyone.
"What?" Jiang Chengfeng looked at Shen Qingdie in surprise. "Second Miss, what do you want me to promise? What's going on today? How could I have forgotten?"
Hearing this, Shen Qingdie felt relieved. She glanced at the general and said hesitantly, "Um... Jiang Dazhu, you see the general didn't bite you, can you let it go?"
Noticing that Jiang Dazhu's face had darkened again, Shen Qingdie quickly waved her hands and explained, "I'm not asking it to bite you. I mean to keep it well and let it be a guard dog for the Shen Mansion!"
Jiang Chengfeng shrugged his shoulders. "I have no objection, as long as you don't let it bite people randomly!"
Having said that, Jiang Chengfeng stood up and asked Shen Qingdie to open the door.
Breathing the fresh air outside again and bathing in the slightly warm sunset, Jiang Chengfeng suddenly felt that his previous gloomy mood was swept away.
Just as Jiang Chengfeng was about to leave, he heard Shen Qingdie shouting from inside the room: "Hey! Jiang Dazhu, you..."
Jiang Chengfeng paused and turned around, looking at Shen Qingdie in confusion, and asked, "Second Miss, is there anything else?"
Shen Qingdie hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up the courage to ask, "I...I heard from the maids that you can write poems and sing! Is that right?"
"They are just talking nonsense!" Jiang Chengfeng denied it decisively. If this kind of thing spread, and people would ask him to recite poems and write essays every day, would he still be able to pick up girls?
"Stingy!" Shen Qingdie snorted and said angrily, "You beat me up like this, and you won't even recite a poem for me! Humph! I never want to see you again!"
As she said this, she fell on her knees and sobbed.
Jiang Chengfeng was defeated by the girl's tears and immediately surrendered, saying, "Okay, okay! Stop crying! Tell me...what poem do you want me to recite?"
Shen Qingdie suddenly stopped crying. A sweet smile spread across her tearful face. She tilted her head and thought for a while, then said, "Then choose any song on the theme of love, flowers, snow and moon!"
Jiang Chengfeng glared at Shen Qingdie unhappily, and the girl immediately made a face and smiled, not showing any sign of sadness at all.
Jiang Chengfeng knew that he had been tricked by this girl.
At this time, the evening breeze blew across the clear sky, and a few egrets spread their wings and flew, screaming and crying, adding a bit of autumn desolation.
"Since ancient times, people have been sad and lonely in autumn. I say autumn is better than spring. A crane flies above the clouds in the clear sky, and it brings poetry to the blue sky."
This poem is "Autumn Lyrics" by Liu Yuxi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. It was one of the poems that Jiang Chengfeng had to memorize when he was in elementary school. It was only when he saw the egrets in the sky that he suddenly remembered it.
Shen Qingdie silently recited the poem twice, her eyes lit up, and she said with a smile: "It expresses emotion through scenery, it has a heroic spirit, and it has autumn thoughts. What a good poem!"
Jiang Chengfeng smiled and said nothing.
"Since you can compose poetry, why can't you write?" Shen Qingdie couldn't help but ask, suddenly remembering the Thousand Character Essay she saw during the interview that day.
Jiang Chengfeng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm just not used to writing with a brush!"
"So, you can write too!" Shen Qingdie widened her eyes, giggled happily, and said proudly, "You can recite poems and write! Oh, so you are a talented person in the Shen family! I'm going to tell my mother that I found you, and she will praise me later!"
"A talent?" Jiang Chengfeng pointed at his nose, opened his mouth exaggeratedly, and said: "Can someone like me be called a talent? You think too highly of me!"
"No! I'm going to tell Mom right now!"
Having said that, Shen Qingdie stood up and walked out. However, as soon as she stood up, the burning pain instantly spread throughout her body again, and she sat back down in pain.
"I can't move now!" Shen Qingdie pouted and said with a wronged look on her face: "Jiang Dazhu, can't you tell stories? Just tell me a story!"
Jiang Chengfeng thought about it and realized that if he didn't agree, this unruly Second Miss might call someone over, and then he wouldn't be able to cover up the spanking he had done to her.
Whatever, it's just a story, isn't it? It'll be over in no time.
So Jiang Chengfeng walked back, closed the door, sat next to Shen Qingdie, and asked her what story she wanted to hear.
Shen Qingdie's face flushed with excitement, and she said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, any story is fine! No one has told me a story for a long time!"
Jiang Chengfeng frowned, "So, someone told you about this before?"
Shen Qingdie was depressed, with her head down, and whispered: "When I was a child, my mother told me stories. Later, my mother was busy with business, so I pestered my sister to tell me stories. Later, my sister took over the family business, and no one played with me anymore!"
Jiang Chengfeng understood that it was because Mrs. Shen and Miss Shen were busy with family affairs and neglected to discipline Miss Shen Er, which led to Miss Shen Er's unruly and willful character. In this way, this little girl is still worthy of sympathy.
Looking at such a lovely girl, blinking her big innocent eyes and staring at him, Jiang Chengfeng was suddenly at a loss for words.
The stories I told to the maids before were Grimm's and Andersen's fairy tales. Although they were just to fool children, they were novel and interesting, so the maids listened with great interest.
However, he was not in the mood to tell fairy tales now.
After thinking about it, Jiang Chengfeng decided to tell the story of Liang Zhu.
In fact, there are many versions of this story, including comedy and tragedy. Jiang Chengfeng chose the sensational tragedy version.
Sure enough , when Shen Qingdie heard that Zhu Yingtai committed suicide for love and turned into a butterfly with Liang Shanbo, her eyes turned red and she lowered her head and shed tears.
However, the little girl wiped away her tears very quickly and said bitterly: "If I meet that Ma Wencai, I will beat him to death! But... that Liang Shanbo is too stupid. Zhu Yingtai hinted so many times, but he didn't understand! So stupid!"
Jiang Chengfeng laughed loudly, "If Liang Shanbo wasn't stupid, there wouldn't be such a tragic love story!"
Shen Qingdie glared at Jiang Chengfeng fiercely and cursed, "You big bad guy, you're still laughing! You must be the same as that Ma Wen!"
