Mr. Rang said that these two disciples were just idle and had nothing to do.
When I returned home, the housekeeper told me that the couplet at the small door had been stolen.
Jiang Changxi was particularly happy after hearing this. She looked at Zhou Lan and narrowed her eyes when she smiled: "I'll just say, if your handwriting is good, maybe someone with a discerning eye will steal it."
The young couple were so happy that they just threw it away and asked the housekeeper to pick up the ones that were not finished yesterday and stick them up.
The husband looked sullen and asked the housekeeper: "Didn't you lose the one at the gate?"
The housekeeper shook his head: "Sir, don't worry, everything is fine."
The housekeeper broke out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself that if everything at the gate was lost, would he be able to continue his job as a housekeeper?
The husband was not happy. What kind of people and looks were there? They didn’t even know how to steal a piece of calligraphy. He snorted and went back to the study.
Zhou Lan: "Why do you look a little unhappy, sir?"
Jiang Changxi glanced at the master's angry steps. He was not a little unhappy, but very unhappy: "Maybe he thinks this thief's vision is not very good."
Zhou Lan: "Let's go talk to your husband. Suddenly, I realized that this year has been a bit deserted."
Zhou Lan wanted to say that if they had given birth to a baby earlier, today would definitely not be so deserted.
But I heard that they were pregnant in ten months, and even if they started asking for a baby after getting married, they still can't have one now.
Jiang Changxi: "How about my husband playing chess with my husband and me playing the piano?"
At any rate, I hired my wife to teach her. It was rare for her to have some free time and she was very good at tinkering with things, but her husband said she had no talent.
Mr. Wen Zhai, drinking tea by himself, is really not interesting. He always feels that the servants outside are noisy, and he is not in the mood to celebrate the New Year at all. He is a little worried about his little disciple.
The children around me were all taken home by their parents to celebrate the New Year.
When Jiang Changxi and Zhou Lan came over, they didn't even look down on the two eldest disciples.
Jiang Changxi came over with a smile to join in the fun: "Sir, do you think the thieves in Baoding Mansion don't have much vision?"
The husband laughed angrily: "You understand, right?" He was no longer angry.
Jiang Changxi nodded: "Sir, my disciple also knows why this thief's vision is limited."
Mr. Rang said that they are a group of people who do not know how to distinguish between good and bad: "Does this thief still have preferences?"
Jiang Changxi shook his head: "That's not true. The main reason is that the thieves also have limited skills."
My husband was interested, but he actually had a technical question: "What's the explanation?"
Jiang Changxi: "There is a servant watching at the door of our house. Even if he takes a fancy to it, he can't steal it."
The way he spread his hands made the gentleman laugh. He patted his forehead and said, "You're right, this thief is not very skilled."
Zhou Lan had already laid out the chessboard. She admired her daughter-in-law's mouth, and she didn't want to coax anyone who couldn't coax her.
The husband was held up by two disciples and felt very happy. When he saw the female disciple playing the piano to cheer her up, he felt even more happy.
In this new year, I finally feel a little more elegant. When I am satisfied, I also want to pull my beard.
Jiang Changxi wanted to say that Mr.'s beard is an emotional disaster zone and will be pulled out sooner or later.
The husband took a look at the female disciple's style and thought that he was right. After all, his female disciple came from a big family. She must be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Then Mr. Zhou Lan played chess with him. After Jiang Changxi worked up his emotions for a while, he began to play the strings of the piano.
The gentleman held the chess pieces and looked at the beautiful chess game, his expression became tangled.
Zhou Lanxin said, "My chess skills are not that good. Is it necessary for my husband to meditate while playing chess? Has my chess skills improved a lot recently?"
The gentleman took a deep breath. The chess pieces were all in his hands. He shouldn't have any expectations for the female disciple. He had already reluctantly played with the male disciple's chess skills. As a result, the sound of the piano was worthy of the male disciple's.
Chess skills.
It's not that he doesn't play well, it's just that his vision is a bit high and he can't reach the realm.
Isn't it a punishment for someone who celebrates the New Year? So after accepting a disciple, he must teach her and cannot let her develop as she pleases, otherwise he, the master, will suffer the consequences.
The gentleman sighed, put down the chess pieces, and faced Jiang Changxi: "You, come here."
Jiang Changxi: "Sir, my hand is just raw. Let me practice for a while and you will find the feeling."
The husband said gently: "He who celebrates the New Year, come and play chess with him."
Then the gentleman himself sat in front of the plum vase, burned incense and played the harp.
Well, Jiang Changxi and Zhou Lan were instantly conquered by their husband's music.
Jiang Changxi: "No wonder it's sir. There is probably no gentleman who can't do it."
Zhou Lan: "It's really good. It's just that your chess skills are a bit poor and we are not worthy of Mr.'s piano music."
Jiang Changxi nodded. It would be great if there was a tape recorder. After recording, you can listen to it and play it back whenever you want.
If you want to listen to me in the future, sir is not that easy to ask for.
Jiang Changxi: "If I had known that sir had such ability, I might not have been able to learn it."
Zhou Lan pursed his lips to hold back a smile: "I'm afraid I won't be able to learn."
The main reason is that their goals are too clear and they may not have time to spend on it. After saying this, the two people looked at each other and smiled.
The master disliked looking at the two disciples over there and continued to immerse himself in the music. At least he could be intoxicated and not embarrass his ears.
Zhou Lan was still intoxicated when he listened, but Jiang Changxi only indulged in it for a while before being lulled to sleep by the pounding sound of the piano.
The rhythm of this music is really too slow, I really don’t blame her for only being able to enjoy it for a short while.
The gentleman looked at the female disciple lying on the chessboard, her face was really unbearable.
It was Zhou Lan who woke Jiang Changxi up. You are so disrespectful to Mr.
Jiang Changxi raised her head and saw her husband's face as if he was resentful of his wife. He thought to himself that it was not like this for someone who was celebrating the New Year.
Wipe the saliva, and then wipe the chessboard that Mr. cherishes.
Zai turned to look at the teacher nonchalantly, with a sincere look on his face: "Sir, you play it really well. It's like a lullaby that your mother used to coax the student when he was a child. The student is immersed in it and can't extricate himself."
The husband comforted himself that at least what he said made sense. He fell into a deep sleep. He couldn't extricate himself. Wasn't he immersed in it?
He snorted coldly and thought to himself, lullaby, what the hell, Mrs. Jiang San's piano skills are also like this.
Jiang Changxi: "Sir, your piano art must have been taught by a famous teacher since you were a child, so that you can be so superb. I just regret that I became a teacher too late, wasted my best years, and failed to lay a more solid foundation with you, so that
If you miss this best opportunity to learn piano, you may never have the opportunity to learn piano like this in your life."
After saying that with that regretful expression, it felt like I had lost a hundred taels of gold.
The husband nodded, you really will never have such piano skills in your life, and it is indeed a waste of time.