The autumn wind gradually became colder, and Ouyang Bian gradually became less fond of going out. He was not only afraid of heat, but also very afraid of cold.

Thinking of going out in the cold wind, he hugged the soft quilt tightly, and Ouyang Fa, the eldest brother who had been trying to dig him up.

Ouyang Fa tried hard for a long time but didn't pull the quilt off. He threw it off and said angrily: "If you don't get up, you will be late. You have already thought about the ruler of the Master. If he talks with his father, not only will I suffer, but you can't escape!"

Ouyang Bian sighed and sat up. A cool breeze poured in and he immediately felt clever.

Ouyang Bian was reluctant to wash up. Ouyang Fa was afraid of being late, so he told Ouyang Bian to hurry up and he went there first, and you will go there later after he has finished packing up.

Ouyang Bian nodded listlessly. After Ouyang left, Ouyang Bian felt a sense of laziness again: "Well... I'll just lie down again. If I don't sleep for more, I will only have ten minutes, only ten minutes!"

Then Ouyang Bian lay down with peace of mind, covered himself with a quilt, and the next moment he breathed calmly.

He fell asleep again.

I don’t know how long it took, Ouyang Bian was woken up by the sound from outside. He wrote a scroll on the bed, trying to isolate the sound from outside, but the laughter outside was really refreshing... Hey, why is my father back? There are other people’s voices?

"...Jiefu's travel to Baochan Mountain is really well written, and he is capable and meaningful. It's so pleasant to read it! Hahahaha!"

Ouyang Xiu's hearty laughter was like a magical sound.

Ouyang Bian suddenly opened his eyes: "Records of visiting Baochan Mountain? Jiefu? Well... Wang Anshi! The aggression husband is here!"

Ouyang Bian suddenly got up, lifted the quilt, and ran outside barefoot regardless of the surging cold wind.

Ouyang Xiu and Wang Anshi were laughing in the living room. The tea in front of them was steaming. This was not the tea added at this time, but Ouyang Bian improved it, which was more like the tea from later generations.

As the two were talking, they saw a child rushing into the living room with barefoot, wearing a moon-white nightgown, and his hair that could barely be tied up.

Ouyang Xiu was not surprised, but Wang Anshi was a little curious.

Ouyang Xiu had a headache: "Monk, I remember, should you be in school at this time?"

Ouyang Bian glanced at Wang Anshi, and said, "It's not that the legendary clothes are dirty and torn and unkempt, but he is also a normal person. However, sitting there is a sense of stubbornness, although he has a humble smile on his face.

"I know my father should be studying historical views at this time, but why is he at home now?" Ouyang Bian retorted.

Wang Anshi looked at Ouyang Bian in surprise, but he didn't say anything. He wanted to see how Ouyang Xiu answered.

I saw that Ouyang Xiu was not angry, but just shook his head with amusement: "You, Jiefu is here today, so I will come back. And today is a day of rest. Let me introduce it to you. This is Wang Anshi, a friend of my father, Wang Jiefu, you should treat him with the courtesy of your uncle."

Wang Anshi thought a little.

Ouyang Bian smiled and smiled sweetly at Wang Anshi: "Hello uncle, I am Ouyang Bian, my father's youngest son."

Wang Anshi smiled and said, "So when will you have the bright moon?"

Ouyang Bian smiled and said, "It turns out that my uncle has also heard of it."

Wang Anshi and Ouyang Xiu smiled and said, "It turns out that eccentric and very smart."

Ouyang Xiu sighed and pointed at the exquisite tea tray in front of him: "Look, he is all about these things every day. A while ago, he got a book of "Tea Records" compiled by Cai Xiang, and then moved back to these tea trays, tea tables, teapots, etc. He put them to make tea every day and didn't go to school. He was so chaotic all day long, which made me worry."

Ouyang Bian stood aside and sneered: "If you don't want to, don't drink it. My Beiyuan tea is the same garden as Beiyuan tribute tea. Your salary is enough to buy two taels, but during this period, you are the one who drinks the most!"

Ouyang Xiu's face turned up: "I can't bear to see you lose your ambitions. Moreover, you are still young and it's not easy to sleep with tea, so I'll drink it for you!"

Ouyang Bian sneered at the old father's statement: "That's really thank you. Hi, let my uncle laugh, please have tea."

As he said that, Ouyang Bian quickly started making tea by himself and handed it over to Wang Anshi.

Wang Anshi was a little stunned.

The father and son get along with each other is not like father and son. Instead, they are like friends who like to tease each other. After seeing Ouyang Xiu being teased by his son, he was not angry. Instead, he smiled and picked up the tea he had made for his son and took a sip.

"Jiefu, hurry up while it's hot. The monk loves to play, but he's having fun. With this tea, I can't make him taste like this."

Wang Anshi tried to take a sip, and the warm and scalded tea was in his mouth, slightly bitter. After sucking it, the fragrance filled the whole mouth, and his tongue began to regain sweetness. The tea slid down the esophagus, and it was extremely warm and a warm feeling overflowed.

The tea made by Ouyang Xiu was bitter and mixed, which was comparable to the one he had used to drink water for the pot.

Wang Anshi nodded and said, "It's really good."

Ouyang Bian usually brews tea and says, "I just heard from my father that my uncle has a new work?"

Wang Anshi nodded: "I passed by Baochan Mountain on the way back to Beijing. I felt like traveling around the mountain, so I wrote a travel notation, which is nothing."

Ouyang Bian looked at his father, and Ouyang Xiu immediately understood and reached out to take a piece of paper and handed it to Ouyang Bian. Ouyang Bian took it and saw that it was indeed the story of traveling to Baochan Mountain. Ouyang Bian praised: "My uncle's vigorous spirit is really admirable."

Wang Anshi was stunned. Most of the articles were praised for his simplicity and meaningful words, and some people said that his articles were profound and meaningful, but few people praised his spirit.

Ouyang Bian smiled and said, "Especially, this sentence [I am sad about the fact that ancient books do not exist and later generations have no name for their misrepresentation. How can we be better than the Tao? This is why scholars cannot think deeply without thinking deeply and take it carefully.] Let me think deeply.

Regarding the falling stone tablet, I lamented that the ancient documents were not preserved and that no one could understand the truth in later generations. How could I say it? This is why scholars must think deeply and use the materials carefully.

The tangible things will disappear with the passage of time, and the documents will also be lost. If you go deeper, do you think some things may not disappear over time, but will disappear because you are not used to the times?”

Wang Anshi looked shocked. Before he could speak, Ouyang Bian stood up: "Uncle, I'm wearing pajamas. I'm rude. I'll go back and change my clothes before coming to entertain you."

As he said that, Ouyang Bian bowed and swung his hands casually, his wide sleeping clothes shaking, and a chic meaning came to his face.

Wang Anshi looked at Ouyang Xiu in surprise, and Ouyang Xiu just smiled bitterly.

When Ouyang Bian confirmed that he had disappeared in front of them, he couldn't help but hilarious, but he didn't dare to make a sound.
Chapter completed!