At the age of six, Zhiwei was still a "problem" child. Because since she ran away from the fire house when she was five years old, no one had seen her walking, let alone spoken. The Li family told what happened at that time
Since the ancestors showed up, in addition to kneeling down to the ancestors, they also bought a Buddhist place for Zhiwei in a temple that is said to be very spiritual, so that she can receive the blessing of the Buddha.
Even so, the status of the eldest lady who gave birth to a son was still unshakable. Mr. Li also felt sorry for the child and gave Zhiwei the best in everything.
Therefore, the six-year-old child...although he has some problems...it is time to study.
Mr. Li hired a well-known master in the town and paid her a lot of money. He only promised to come over and teach her every evening when he was "free".
In her small study room, when she saw the Master for the first time, Zhiwei almost hit her. Old, old! He really deserves to be old!
His white beard hung down to his chest!
At first glance, Zhiwei knew that she was not compatible with him.
Oh my god! Can you run away?
Facts have proved that she was just thinking because she was lazy. Although Zhiwei held a pen to meet Duke Zhou countless times, the old master never scolded her. Zhiwei knew that he was just here to make extra money. She can't speak and is lazy.
, the teaching is just a skill on the cards.
On this day, Zhiwei was still sleeping.
The evening breeze was blowing just right, and the saliva at the corner of my mouth was flooding the book. I held the pen tightly in my hand and tilted my head on the book. Zhiwei's Duke Zhou was dreaming sweetly.
"stand up!"
Suddenly! The old master hit her desk directly with a stick.
She opened her eyes in confusion, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and closed the book. Zhiwei began to knock on the desk. She thought that get out of class was over. If she did this at this time in the past, the maid outside would come in and take her back to her room. .
The old master was furious to death by Zhiwei's series of actions.
"get out of class isn't over yet!"
Zhiwei stared blankly at the corners of his trembling mouth, his white beard twitching.
get out of class is not over? Why do you ask her to do it before get out of class is over?
"It's just her. My master comes to her every evening for classes!"
"Who is she, Madam?"
"Is this the legendary closed disciple?"
The chirping sound outside the door took away some of Zhiwei's eyes. As the sound appeared, the open window was immediately surrounded.
It turned out to be the old master’s former student.
It's no wonder that the old master couldn't bear to show his face. If they saw him, how could he act like this?
"Why is she so stupid?"
"I heard that she can't speak or walk."
"No way! Then what are you going to learn?"
Then, the door was opened.
A little boy of about seven or eight years old walked in. He wore a blue brocade robe with a jade belt and velvet embroidery on his waist, a delicate little face, big eyes like blood, and red lips...