To be fair, she had never seen crowded scenes. Compared with the huge crowds of people at the Lantern Festival every year, the number of people in front of her at this time was really not that many.
In front of Mrs. Cheng's house, on this side of the Yudai Bridge, the original open space is full of people, old and young, big and small. The men are here, and the women are on the other side with power fences and arranging
There were some with papers on their knees, and some who were obviously poor children just holding branches and writing on the ground.
The bustling scene formed a strange but awe-inspiring scene.
A woman sitting in the middle seemed not to have seen this scene. She had several papers in front of her and was writing.
Chen Danniang finally squeezed to her side, with a woman on one side and a child on the other sitting beside her, laying out the pen and paper in a decent manner.
"Madam, Madam, I didn't see this word clearly, please write it again." She shouted suddenly.
Cheng Jiaoniang responded, and as expected she picked up the pen and started writing again. The paper she had just written on was put aside, and a girl took it and looked at the crowd.
At this moment, Chen Shiba Niang could also feel the burning eyes of the crowd.
"Me." A person raised his hand high, his voice trembling, "It's my turn today."
Banqin walked over and handed him the paper in her hand.
The man held it excitedly amid the envy of everyone.
However, everyone just glanced at it briefly and quickly turned away, their eyes still falling on Mrs. Cheng, fearing to miss her every stroke.
"Eighteen Niang."
Someone called from behind.
Chen Shiba Niang was startled and quickly turned her head and saw several young ladies she was familiar with.
"Eighteenth Mother, do you also want to read Mrs. Cheng's book?"
He smiled and shook the pen, ink, paper and inkstone box in his hand.
Before Chen Shiba Niang could speak, another lady smiled.
"How can Mrs. Chen care about it? She still has to teach King Ping a book." She said, "She can't be like us who can't write."
Chen Shiba Niang clenched her hands hanging under her sleeves.
"Hurry up, Mrs. Cheng only writes for half an hour every day, don't miss it again." Another one pulled her and said.
The two ladies, one on the left and the other on the right, deliberately bumped into Chen Shiba Niang twice and went in with a bit of pride.
The girls hurriedly supported Chen Shiba Niang with anger.
"Madam, shall we go there?" one asked after hesitation.
past?
What did you do in the past?
Calligraphy is used to convey feelings and thoughts, not for appreciation. Folk girls do not know how to write appreciative calligraphy, let alone teach others to write good calligraphy.
She said she didn't know how to teach people how to write well, so why did she go over there? Do you want to beg her?
Chen Shiba Niang stood where she was, looking over here.
Sure enough, as the two people said just now, after half an hour, Cheng Jiaoniang got up and walked away, while the girls gave the words they had written today to everyone present, then packed up a few cases of pen and ink and left.
Chen Danniang naturally followed in.
The courtyard door of the Cheng family was closed. Some people in front of the door left in a hurry, while others sat on the ground and continued to write without finishing. Some were playing around, and some were washing their pens by the river. The streets were busy with traffic again.
"This is the great seclusion in the city, the great vulgarity but the elegance."
"Regardless of where you are from, you can learn it as long as you want. You are a great scholar with such sentiments."
"In the past, Mr. Jiangzhou preached the scriptures under the trees in the wilderness of Wangzhou and attracted hundreds of people to listen. He was preaching with sound. Now this lady from Jiangzhou sets up a table in front of the door and writes so that everyone can watch closely. She is preaching silently."
"...So there are two Mr. Jiangzhou now?"
Mr. Jiangzhou…
Not many people can be called by their place of origin. Even Chen Shao is only called Xianggong and cannot afford Chen Quzhou.
Chen Shiba Niang took a deep breath and walked toward Cheng Jiao Niang's house.
"Sister, I'm not leaving yet."
Seeing Chen Shiba Niang come in, Chen Danniang said hurriedly.
Chen Shiba Niang looked puzzled as she tied up her arm ropes and looked busy.
"I want to make snacks with my wife." Chen Danniang said with a bit of pride.
Make snacks?
Cheng Jiaoniang also came from the room, changed her clothes, and tied up her arm ropes. Then she saw three unfamiliar girls waiting respectfully in the corridor.
What is this doing?
"Being idle means having nothing to do, and cooking is also fun." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Have fun? This lady also has fun? She thinks she is a stupid person who has no joy, no hobbies, and no awareness.
Chen Shiba Niang forced a smile.
"Can I take a moment to talk to you?" she said.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her and nodded.
"Chen Su has something he can't understand."
Standing in the hall, Chen Shiba Niang said straight to the point.
"Please tell me something related to me," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"You don't tell others that you can write well, so what are you doing now?" Chen Shiba Niang took a deep breath and raised her head and asked.
"I'm like this now," Cheng Jiaoniang said, "I just write every day, it's not something shameful. If others want to read it, then let them read it."
"Cheng Jiao Niang." Chen Shiba Niang took a step forward, bit her lower lip, her voice was trembling, "I originally thought you were an open person, but I didn't expect that you are also inconsistent. Don't you call me a bad name?
? Will bad calligraphy be called the second best calligraphy in the world? Will bad calligraphy be praised by Her Majesty the Queen Mother? "
"That's what they think, not what I think." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "I don't think my writing is good. I can only be honest with myself. As for others, I can't control or influence them."
Chen Shiba Niang laughed, as if she heard what a funny joke.
"You can't control others and you can't influence them?" she said, pointing at herself, with tears in her eyes, "Then do you know that because of your words, I, Chen Su, have become a joke in the whole capital?"
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her.
"I don't know." she said.
Chen Shiba Niang laughed again, tears of laughter came out.
"You don't know? Of course you don't know, because you don't care at all," she said.
"I don't care." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "There are too many people in the world. Chen Su, I can't care. I can only take care of myself. We can only care about ourselves. Don't care about others. Chen Su, don't care about others."
Care about me, care about yourself."
"Of course you don't care about others. You have your own rules for everything you do. You have rules and you do it for yourself. You have no favors. You only have rules. Favors are nothing in your eyes!" Chen Shiba Niang said.
Turn around and open the door.
The maids and maids in the yard, including Chen Danniang, were frightened by the rising sound in the house.
"Sister." Chen Danniang shouted.
However, Chen Shiba Niang walked quickly away without stopping.
Chen Danniang was so angry and anxious that she had no choice but to follow him out.
Hearing the carriages and horses leaving in front of the door, Banqin hurriedly looked into the hall and saw Cheng Jiaoniang walking out with her usual expression.
"Madam, are you okay?" Banqin asked anxiously.
Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head.
"I'm fine." she said.
As for others...
Banqin didn't care and sighed in relief after hearing this.
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Footsteps sounded outside the door, accompanied by a knock on the door.
"Ba Niang, please open the door." Mrs. Chen's voice came in anxiously.
"She quarreled with Mrs. Cheng! She quarreled with Mrs. Cheng! She is so rude!" Chen Danniang's sharp voice also came.
Chen Shiba Niang simply covered her ears with her hands and faced the wall.
After a moment, the voices outside the door became quieter and people seemed to have left. Chen Shiba Niang put down her hands and hugged her knees in silence.
"Eighteen Niangs." A voice shouted from outside the door.
Chen Shiba Niang was startled and recognized her grandfather's voice.
"I just came to ask if you were okay."
Chen Shiba Niang raised her sleeves and wiped her tears.
"I'm fine." she said.
There was a hum from outside the door.
"It's good that you know you're fine." Old Mrs. Chen said.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he seemed to be walking away.
I know... I know... Why does everyone only talk about themselves!
Chen Shiba Niang stood up and took a few steps to open the door.
Old Mrs. Chen, who walked into the courtyard when he heard the knock on the door, turned around.
"I don't know, I don't know why she does this? Why is she always aloof, why does she always step on people! Why do you want me to become a joke!" Chen Shiba Niang cried, raising her sleeves to cover her face.
.
Old Mrs. Chen turned around with a serious expression.
"She doesn't know, you know," he said.
"Grandpa!" Chen Shiba Niang shouted.
"No one can make you a joke, only you can make you a joke!" Old Mrs. Chen shouted.
"Why did she do that? Why did she do that?" Chen Shiba Niang cried.
"Because she wants to, she can do it," Old Mrs. Chen shouted, "If you don't want to and can't, just put away your envy, take a good look at who you are, and do what you can and want to do.
You must first understand whether you can or not. If you think you can, that is delusion. If you think you cannot, that is delusion. Chen Su, you are not delusional enough now, but you are deluded first!"
"I didn't... I didn't..." Chen Shiba Niang shook her head and cried, "I just... I just don't accept it..."
"Don't accept it?" Old Mrs. Chen closed his eyes and opened them suddenly, "Mother Eighteen, do you think it's been hard for you to practice calligraphy for two years?"
Thank you... Chen Shiba Niang bit her lower lip and said nothing.
"Do you think you have been diligent enough?" Mrs. Chen continued.
Diligence... Chen Shiba Niang still didn't speak, she just shed tears.
"Eighteen Mother, do you know how many years Wang Xizhi has been practicing?" Old Mrs. Chen said.
Chen Shiba's face changed slightly, as if she had expected something, and she couldn't help but tighten her body, as if this could stop everything, but it was useless.
"Mother Eighteen, you are diligent and hardworking. Half of what you have achieved, and the other half, is because your surname is Chen, because your father is Chen Shao, and because Chen Shao is Mr. Chen." Mr. Chen said word by word.
That is honor, that is holy grace, that is the face given by heaven.
No, no, nonsense, nonsense.
Chen Shiba Niang shook her head and backed away until she knocked down the door. She stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and burst into tears.
"No." She shouted, "Grandpa, why do you say this, why do you say this to me!"
The young woman's face was pale, her eyes were filled with tears, her voice was trembling, and her body was trembling. If it was said that Mr. Chen was lecturing her and scolding her a moment ago, his words were soft. I didn't expect that this sentence would come out in the end. The gentle breeze and drizzle suddenly turned into
The swishing cold arrow pierced into the internal organs mercilessly.
Looking at the little girl who was almost collapsed, Mr. Chen sighed heavily in his heart.
Who am I? These three words are really a wake-up call.
It is also a powerful weapon. No wonder even Mrs. Cheng almost fell into a coma because of it.
But what can be done? To expel evil, acupuncture will see blood, and to treat obstacles, use tiger and wolf medicine.
"Eighteen Mother." Old Mrs. Chen softened his tone, took a step forward, and sighed softly, "Is it really that terrible to admit that you are not as good as others?" (To be continued)
