In the carriage, Jia Heng said: "Mr. Song, why is this so troublesome..."
Song Yuan had already reached for the lantern hanging on the beam of the carriage, lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage, stood in front of the carriage, and said with a smile: "It rained all day today, and it is night again. There is a lot of water on the ground. You go back like this."
It might be inconvenient to travel, so it's better to take a car. Okay, you're welcome. After I get off duty tomorrow, I'll prepare a light banquet at home and talk again."
Scholars often don't like uninvited guests. Whether they are visiting or being guests, any appointment they make is always made with great solemnity.
One please, two calls and three mentions.
When Jia Heng heard this, he thought that this seemed to be a good idea of becoming a family friend. He cupped his hands at Song Yuan and said, "Thank you very much for your kindness, sir."
Song Yuan nodded, held the lantern, waved his hand, and walked towards home.
The carriage was turning, Jia Heng said the address to the old servant of the Song family who was driving the carriage, and then drove towards Ningrong Street.
In the carriage, Jia Heng's face was calm. The lanterns hanging outside the street shops and the gate of the house were passing by each other. The sparse light illuminated the stern face with his eyes closed to relax.
Jia Heng gradually closed his eyes, his thoughts swirling, and he began to review the experiences of the past few days and his next plans.
This was his habit from the border defense army in his previous life. He wrote some daily summaries, summarizing the past and thinking about the future.
The day before yesterday, the marriage problem of his predecessor was initially resolved, and he had a conflict with Jia Zhen. He originally intended to make a preliminary separation from the Jia family, but Jia's mother gave him Qingwen, which temporarily bridged the gap.
Of course, we have to wait and see...
In addition, the original simple social relationship has been further expanded, martial arts training has been achieved, and the efforts towards an imperial examination and official career have gained some insights.
"We must pay special attention to the interactions between people." Thinking of the conversation with Mr. Song just now, this sentence suddenly appeared in Jia Heng's heart, and he suppressed it in an instant.
"For some time to come, I will still be busy getting married, studying, and practicing martial arts..."
Jia Heng thought about it, and finally just let himself go and stopped thinking.
"Master Jia, we have arrived at Willow Alley. The alley is too narrow and the carriage cannot enter." When Jia Heng's thoughts were racing, the old servant outside the carriage pulled the reins to stop the carriage and said.
Jia Heng opened his eyes. Under his sword-shaped eyebrows, his eyes were shining. He took the umbrella and cloth bag on the side, picked up the curtain and walked out. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, old man. Please pay my regards to Mr. Song on my behalf."
The old servant responded with a smile, then drove the carriage and walked out of Ningrong Street.
Jia Zhai, after Jia Heng entered the hospital, he talked to Aunt Cai.
"Brother Heng, you came back quite early today. What I was saying was that there was water on the road. Why did you come back? I wanted your Uncle Li to pick you up." Aunt Cai walked out of the stove room, carrying a
The basin of hot water said.
"A gentleman stopped by and gave me a ride." Jia Heng explained, walking under the eaves of the corridor, and asked: "Have you and Qingwen eaten?"
As he spoke, he raised his eyes and saw Qingwen wearing a green skirt and holding a handkerchief, standing pretty under the eaves of the corridor.
Facing the young man's gaze, Qingwen quickly stepped forward, took the cloth bag, umbrella and other items from Jia Heng's hand, and responded: "We have eaten, Master, have you eaten yet?"
Jia Heng nodded and said, "I've eaten."
While talking, the master and the servant entered the east window room. Jia Heng put the manuscript on the bookshelf, waved to Qingwen who was making tea, and said: "It's still early, let me teach you a few words today."
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As he said that, he opened the first page of "The Thousand Character Essay".
Qingwen pursed her pink lips, twisted her waist and came over, placing the tea she was holding next to the desk. Her almond-shaped eyes looked a little frightened, and she said, "Young Master, you really need to learn."
"Come here quickly. After you finish studying, I have to write a manuscript." Jia Heng stood up, took Qingwen's arm, sat her on the chair, and then sat aside.
The two of them were sitting side by side behind a long book desk, illuminated by lanterns and candlelight, and they really felt like they were junior high school students studying in the evening in their previous lives.
Qingwen turned her head slightly and peeked at the young man beside her. She saw that the side of his face was illuminated by the lights and was no longer as cold as before. The lines were soft. For some reason, she just felt that his heart was suddenly beating a little fast and his cheeks were a little warm.
"These eight words are: the sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is primitive." Jia Heng said, but there was no response. He turned to look at Qingwen, who was looking downcast and distracted, frowned, and flicked his finger.
My head was spinning, and I said in a clear voice: "What are you thinking about? Just concentrate on it."
When Qingwen said "ah", her first reaction was that Liu Ye's eyebrows stood up, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she subconsciously wanted to curse. But when the words came to her lips, she reacted under the gentle gaze, snorted softly, and raised her little cherry in grievance.
He came to his mouth and said in a clear voice: "Master, why are you hitting people?"
Jia Heng said helplessly: "Let me see, I didn't exert much force just now. It didn't hurt. I just felt passionate."
At this moment, looking at the girl's forehead, under the air bangs, it was as clear as jade, with no red marks or anything.
Qingwen faced the warm gaze, especially the heat that was so close to her eyes and cheeks, refreshing her heart. She quickly turned her head and said, "No, it doesn't hurt. I was distracted just now."
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"Hmm, I won't play with you next time. Just learn how to read." Jia Heng nodded and said warmly to Qingwen.
"Yeah." Qingwen responded in a voice as quiet as a mosquito.
After that, Qingwen didn't get distracted when she read the characters, and followed Jia Heng to recite the pronunciations of the characters. Among them, Jia Heng wrote small cards on jute paper and played a guessing game for Qingwen to identify them to deepen her memory.
She is a little girl and learns things quickly, but in just half an hour, Qingwen had already recognized two sets of cards with sixteen characters.
Jia Heng thought about it and felt that it was better to take it easy on the first day. He picked up the tea cup on the side and said with a smile: "You are a beginner, so come here first today."
Qingwen still had some unfinished thoughts, raised a charming and bright face, and said with a clear smile: "Master, why don't you teach me to write."
Jia Heng smiled and said: "First recognize the eighty characters of Bai'er, and then write them down. No one will become fat after eating them in one breath."
Qingwen said softly: "Master... I want to write my own name. Master wrote me those two words in the morning."
When Jia Heng heard this, he was silent for a moment and said warmly: "Okay."
As he spoke, he took a writing brush, handed it to Qingwen, and said, "If you want to learn calligraphy, you must first learn to hold a writing brush."
Seeing Qingwen stretching out her left hand to pick it up, she looked at the plain hand with nails painted with impatiens flower juice. She laughed and said, "Beginners often like to write with their left hand. Although I think it's cheap, most people in the world use their right hand.
...it’s better to use your right hand.”
Qingwen curled her lips and stretched out her other hand.
Jia Heng first demonstrated, explaining the essentials of holding a pen, why he held the pen like this and whether it was effective, and then asked Qingwen to hold the pen.
But anyone who has studied calligraphy knows that the movement of holding the pen needs to be corrected many times.
At first, Qingwen felt that something was wrong, and she felt a little irritated for a moment. She placed the brush heavily on the paper and said angrily: "It's too difficult, I...I..."
After waiting for a long time, I met those "like father and brother" eyes, and I swallowed the words "I don't want to learn anymore" in my throat.
She originally thought that writing would be as interesting as reading, but she didn't expect that she couldn't even hold a pen correctly.
She just wanted to write her name, why was it so difficult?
This is the mentality of a beginner, eager to see feedback, but in many things in the world, efforts often go unnoticed, and a little adds up to a lot.
Success and happiness that require persistence can often last for a long time. This is called delayed gratification. On the contrary, happiness like happiness is cheap and short-lived.
Jia Heng thought for a while, picked up the brush, chuckled, and said, "It's really not as difficult to hold a pen as you are to hold a needle for embroidery. Don't be so impatient."
Qingwen raised her eyes to look at the young man, turned her face to the side, bit her lower lip lightly and said, "Master, it's me, it's me... I'm so stupid."
Jia Heng smiled and said: "How can Qingwen, who is so clever and ingenious, be stupid?"
Jia Heng thought for a while and said softly: "How about I help you write a few words first to get a feel for it."
With that said, he picked up the brush, grabbed Qingwen's right hand, put the brush into the girl's hand, and in the girl's shy and surprised eyes, held the penholder and wrote on the jute paper.
"Qingwen."
Ding Ding looked at the handwriting written on the jute paper and felt the warmth coming from the palm. Qingwen couldn't care less about her shyness and murmured: "Is this... written by me?"
