Under everyone's gaze, Ling Yun strode out of the kitchen with meteoric strides.
After a while, when he came back with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the mess on the dinner table had been cleared away.
He carefully touched the tabletop and found that there were no water drops, so he spread the yellow paper on it.
Under the gaze of everyone, Ling Yun unconsciously looked serious, but his heart was unusually calm. He wrote the word "Ling Yun" calmly on the yellow paper.
Everyone around them was dumbfounded, standing in place as if they were immobilized, and the youngest five children were even forgotten behind them.
Before they had time to react, a sudden inspiration flashed through them, and they had to recall what they had recited in the book today.
I thought he would stumble in silence, but I never thought that what he had just recited suddenly came to my mind, and I saw that he was fluent and in one go, and the time of a cup of tea was completed.
Done, call it a day.
Although the fonts were crooked and looked like ghost drawings, it did not affect their jaws in shock and their mouths opened so wide that they could have thrown a glutinous rice ball into it.
"Look, how is it? Is it not bad?"
Ling Yun lowered his head and asked, but no one answered him. When he looked up, he found that they were all stunned.
The first person to react was his grandfather Ling Dashan. After all, he was a man who had experienced strong winds and waves. He coughed loudly and brought them back from their trance.
Then he cleared his throat, looked at him with hot eyes, and his fingers trembled slightly, unparalleled.
"My dear grandson, you did a good job. It's really good. It's getting late. Go to bed early."
Then he took Mrs. Liang and staggered out of the house.
"It's still early, why are you going back to your room?" Ms. Liang was reluctantly pulled out of the door, and kept talking.
"Hmm, Dad is right, it's really getting late, everyone should go back to the house."
Ling Daren watched his father leave, murmured a few words in his heart, and then pulled Yang back to the room as if there was wind under his feet.
A group of children are left behind, everyone looks at me and I look at you.
"Brother, is this really the calligraphy you learned today?" Finally, the eldest child spoke, with a hint of surprise and admiration, his eyes shining brightly.
"Yes, sister, I'm here to teach you how to write your last name too."
"Okay, okay." The big boy jumped up with excitement, his face full of anticipation.
Everyone first put away the dishes and chopsticks, and then followed Ling Yun to the yard. They saw that Ling Yun had already prepared a clean floor and took out a branch.
He first taught the eldest child, stroke by stroke, but he found that not everyone can learn this aspect of learning, and it is indeed difficult to teach people without any talent.
Even if he slowed down, he still couldn't teach him. He let go and asked Da Wa to write, but he couldn't write correctly. Ling Yun was so embarrassed that he couldn't adapt.
Da Wa felt something strange about him, and said shyly: "Silang, is it not suitable for me to learn calligraphy?"
"No, sister, don't think so. It took my brother a while to learn the technique."
Looking at the red-faced person, Ling Yun was too embarrassed to speak openly and just continued to immerse himself in teaching.
What Ling Yun doesn't know is that learning calligraphy is not that easy. He just has a modern soul and a foundation in his previous life.
After going back and forth, the eldest child finally wrote it, and both of them were obviously relieved. The eldest child was beaming with joy, and his face was filled with smiles.
Then he asked the eldest child to teach the third child, and Ling Yun then taught the second child, repeating the teaching.
At this time, in the room, Ling Dashan was lying in a daze with a confused look on his face.
Seeing this, Ms. Liang couldn't help but murmured: "Old man, why were you walking so fast just now? And you dragged me along with you. I still have a lot of questions to ask."
Mrs. Liang now looked depressed, pretending that she had nothing to say, and saw that Ling Dashan lowered his head and did not answer her.
"Old man, what are you doing?" Seeing that he ignored him, he hit him with his elbow.
Ling Dashan, who had been lying next to him silently, moved slightly and murmured to himself.
"Oh, old lady, do you think our grandson is a very human being?"
The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. Based on his usual experience, he found that his grandson was like an old child.
"Look what you said, our grandson is certainly different."
Ling Dashan was startled, which made Mrs. Liang jump. In her heart, her precious grandson must be different from others.
"It's not that different. Didn't you notice that your grandson has been very well-behaved since he was born? He learns to speak and do things faster than others."
"Of course, my dear grandson is talented and intelligent, and of course he is better than others."
…
The two of them talked to each other, each said his own thing, and communicated with each other on different channels.
"To put it in detail, it is a bit unusual. But this is a good thing. It shows that our good grandson is not only talented but also spiritually intelligent. We must teach him well in school. If he is lucky enough to come back as a scholar in the future, then
It will be an opportunity to change the lintel."
Ms. Liang said to herself, she was so happy that the more she thought about it, the more hopeful she felt.
"Let him just start school first, and let him figure out what will happen in the future. If he is capable, let him continue to study." Ling Dashan murmured to himself.
"Also, old man, what happened to your good grandson's name just now? I've never seen you mention it."
Mrs. Liang was careful, and after she was happy, she thought about it carefully and realized that something was wrong. Just now her grandson wrote his name, not just his surname.
"The name he gave me without permission when I went to school to see Brother Li today."
"So, the name was not chosen by Mr., are you serious?"
"You old woman, can I still lie to you?"
Ling Dashan felt in his heart that his grandson was really capable of tossing things around and brought him so many surprises that he was not used to it.
Like this morning, there is also Fangcai, which is really a living treasure.
"Oh? My dear grandson named it by himself? What's the name? What's the situation? Does it have any meaning?"
When Mrs. Liang heard that the name was given by her grandson, she inquired about it as if she was interested.
"I don't know the details. He and Brother Li had a very lively conversation. Although I was on the sidelines, I didn't listen carefully. It won't be too late to ask again tomorrow."
"I don't understand this, I don't understand that. Why did he run so fast just now? Isn't it just that my grandson is so unexpected? As for running so fast."
"What do you know about your wife?"
"I don't understand, I don't understand. You see it yourself but don't understand it. When asked by your grandson, you can't explain it, so you hurriedly found an excuse and ran back here."
Liang was filled with emotion. He had been holding back his words for a long time and was pulled back before he could ask. He was so shocked that he didn't dare to say anything.
"My dear grandson is so sensitive and eager to learn, so we can't bury his talent." She murmured to herself.
Here, Yang also had the same doubts. They were just in the mood, but before they could ask, they were called back.
On the other side, the same scene.
"Dad, why did you come back so early, when the children are still outside?"
Mrs. Yang was also full of doubts. When she saw her father-in-law leaving, he hurriedly pulled her away.
"Oh, I suddenly felt very tired today, so I asked you to come back to the house to help me rub my back."
Ling Daren lay on the bed, as if he was being massaged by his wife.
"Hey, dad, do you think our son is very talented in learning?"
Yang ignored him and thoughtfully changed the topic to Ling Yun.
"Probably, maybe. After all, you are my son, so it is normal to be gifted."
"Shameless, to talk so shamelessly, after all, it fell out of my belly." She narrowed her eyes slightly and said coquettishly.
His eyebrows moved slightly, and he soon pursed his lips and smiled, "You are really my good son. Not only is he good, but he is also smart. In the future, he may not only be able to honor his ancestors, but also be granted the title of marquis and prime minister?"
Yang was dreaming, and she was so fascinated by her thoughts that she could see a smile on her lips, as if her son's success and fame were just around the corner.
"Come on, don't be so wishful thinking. The boy is just entering school now. You only think about the long-term things. The family can barely make ends meet, so how can you honor your ancestors and win titles like marquis and prime minister?"
"Didn't Mom say that she will pay for schooling, so we don't need to worry about it."
"Mother said, mother said, even if you pay off the dowry, you may not be able to provide a scholar. You don't see Uncle Li in the village. After all, he comes from a good family, and he will be just a boy in the end."
"What can we do? What can we do?"
Yang's heart was so confused that she no longer had the joy she had just now.
Seeing that Yang was at a loss, Ling Daren couldn't bear to provoke her any more, so he just continued helplessly.
"I'm just worried that he won't be able to study in the future, won't be able to do farm work, and won't be able to even talk about getting married. Wouldn't this ruin the child?"
"Is farming more important than studying?" Yang said in a very dissatisfied tone.
"Studying is definitely a top priority, but you don't know what's going on in our family. Shiro has been sick since he was a child. In order to treat his neighbors, his relatives borrowed them from all over the place. You forgot to go to your relatives' house to borrow them.
Money, when others look at our face, a god's knife is just as cold as hell, and the ridicule of people is really chilling."
"I have been heavily in debt over the years. I have just paid off the money I owe. Now I am debt-free and my life has just gotten better."
"Let's talk about studying. It takes more than ten or twenty years to study. There are several wild girls down there waiting for food. How can the family provide for them? If you just learn literacy, it doesn't cost much. If you really want to take the scientific examination in the future
, it requires a lot of money, you think I don’t want to, but there is really nothing I can do about it.”
Ling Daren sighed deeply, feeling unspeakable pain in his heart and full of helplessness.
"Let's take it one step at a time. If Shiro is really capable, it would be a good idea to sell iron to support him."
Ling Daren's eyes were as bright as a torch, with sharp eyes and a look of determination to risk everything.
"Yes, but I believe Shiro will not let us down."
Mrs. Yang was sometimes happy and sometimes worried. Seeing her husband like this, her eyes were full of hope.
Ling Yun had no idea that this scene was going on in the room. At this time, he was happily watching the sisters practicing calligraphy.
Ling Yun was aware of their strangeness, but he still pretended not to know, because the surprise was yet to come, and the most important thing was to make them get used to it.
About half an hour later, the sky was getting dark, and I had to go back to the house to light the oil lamp if I was going to write any more.
However, how could he be willing to live with his family's conditions? Besides, at his age, lighting an oil lamp not only wastes oil but is also bad for his eyes, so he might as well go to bed early.
After a simple wash, Ling Yun fell asleep as usual. Only with sufficient sleep time can he be energetic the next day.