Chapter 11 Gold

Yuan Hui also stopped his voice and looked at Zhen Tingyun, his eyes unknowingly stained with a smile.

Zhen Tingyun completely forgot everything around her. She looked at the "Statue of Shi Ping Gong" in front of her, from beginning to end.

"The trace of the husband's spirit... The remains are applied to the lower leaves, and they are in the great generation. This is the work of the master. Bhikshu Huicheng..."

"Parents and dependents, Fengzhu Dojo, Luan Teng Tusui, Ruowu Luo Human World, Sanhuai Duxiu, Jiujiu Yunfu..."

"September 14th, 22nd year of Taihe. Book by Zhu Yizhang, Meng Dawen."

The sourness in her eyes seemed to be pierced by thin needles, and she pressed her lips together, almost using all her restraint to hold back the tears. However, she still couldn't help thinking of the first time she held a pen and carefully wrote on paper when she was a child.

His fingertips grabbed the smooth and cold barrel of the pen, grabbed it hard, and then followed the teacher's instructions and placed the tip of the pen on the snow-white rice paper.

The ink smeared on the rice paper, and the words that were written were ugly like a cloud of ink.

...

In fact, reading is a very expensive thing. Please ask your husband for money. You also need money for pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Even lighting an oil lamp at night to practice calligraphy requires oil money. But all the money in the family belongs to Mrs. Zhen. Every time she asks Mrs. Zhen for money, Zhen Tingyun has to put in a lot of effort, and Mrs. Zhen even murmurs, "What do girls learn from this?" or "You are a prodigal. The girl knows how to harm the silver."

But she has a stubborn temper, just to learn, to practice calligraphy.

She still remembered that when she was a child, Zhen's father often wrote letters to her grandmother. Because her grandmother was illiterate, she often asked old scholars from the private school next door to come over to read the letters. Once, when Father Zhen mentioned his eldest daughter in a letter, he brought some warmth with it:

"Yiyun just passed her fifth birthday, watching her grow up day by day, healthy, lively, smart and lovely, I am a father, and the joy is beyond words.

In addition to the joy, thinking that the hearts of parents are the same in the world, I can't help thinking of my loving mother, and I feel remorse and tears in my heart. It is a pity that as a son of man, I cannot serve my mother's knees, and I have not fulfilled the duty of a filial son. It is a serious crime.

...

When I wrote this letter, Yiyun was also sitting at the small desk by the window practicing calligraphy, and asked me to greet her mother on her behalf. I still remember that when Yiyun was young, she loved Jiao and was troubled. The child is naive, and the child's words are unscrupulous. He always makes me happy, and loves and annoys me. Fortunately, she is now sensible, able to sit at the table and practice calligraphy seriously, which is rare every day. It is a pity that he is not a man, otherwise his son will have successors, and there will be no regrets in this life. "

Zhen's father is truly proud of his eldest daughter. Between the lines, his true feelings are revealed, and he looks like he is showing off to others.

Zhen Tingyun was only three years old at the time. He was sensible at the beginning, and only half understood when he was listening. He could only vaguely feel the joy of his father when he wrote the letter, and subconsciously remembered a few words. When she was older, she gradually understood the meaning of the letter, and she couldn't help but want to cry.

When the eldest sister was young, her father would hold her on his knees, teach her to read poems sentence by sentence, and occasionally laugh for her childish words; the eldest sister’s fifth birthday was celebrated by her father and mother, and she was very happy; When he was practicing calligraphy by the window, his father watched, pleased and proud, and even wrote a letter to show it off to his grandmother.

But what about her?

Whenever he thinks of this, Zhen Tingyun will feel uncomfortable, as if a thin cotton thread is strangling his heart, and his chest is tight and uncomfortable. At the beginning, she was somewhat angry, and thought to herself: since her father likes a daughter who works hard like the eldest sister, she must work hard; her mother graduated from a women's school, and she must be admitted to a women's school. She must be like the eldest sister, become the pride of her parents, and let her parents write letters to show off to others.

If it is bigger, those obsessions will be much less, and Zhen Tingyun also understands a lot: reading is his own business, it is his own efforts, not just to prank with others, and there is no need to compare with others. In this life, what kind of life can be lived can only depend on oneself, and can never depend on others. Even the parental affection that seems to be deserved is actually a blessing to me, not my life, not forcing.

In fact, she also understands that even if she is self-taught and practiced hard, it may be of no use. It is very likely that she will not even be able to pass the women's school, and she may not be able to compare to Zhen Yiyun in her entire life.

However, she is not reconciled!

Until this time, holding the "Statue of Shi Pinggong", she couldn't help but think of Yuan Hui's earlier sentence, "If you want to take the women's school, it's not that there is no hope at all."

Probably, Yuan Hui was the hope that hit him?

...

Thinking of this, Zhen Tingyun clenched the fingers of the "Statues of Shi Pinggong", because the force was too much, the joints were even slightly blue, like sapphire.

After a while, she suddenly stood up from her position, turned to Yuan Hui who was sitting on the bed, and gave a serious salute: "Thank you sir for teaching me."

At this moment, she called this "Sir" sincerely.

Yuan Hui was amused by her serious appearance. After laughing, he said, "I haven't remembered anything yet, and you don't know my identity, so you are called Mr. Shang?"

Zhen Tingyun said earnestly: "Master, preaching and devoting knowledge. You deserve it, sir."

Yuan Hui looked at her serious appearance, and suddenly felt his heart softened, but smiled: "Okay, just think that I am lucky and I am a big apprentice."

Although Zhen Tingyun was intentional and respectful, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and snorted softly after listening to Yuan Hui's indifferent words.

Yuan Hui then said: "After you have finished reading the post, go ahead and practice your calligraphy. I will watch you practice..."

Zhen Tingyun nods his head, and dipped his pen in ink, then he must raise the pen to practice calligraphy.

As a result, Yuan Hui opened her mouth to correct her sitting posture again: "Sit well, with your legs apart, shoulder-to-shoulder distance, shoulder-level... Keep your back straight, don't be too tight, relax! Be natural, you can lean forward a little, But don't lose your balance. What's like an arm? What's a swipe? It's for you to use your right arm to send force to the wrist, from the wrist to the finger, and from the finger to the pen."

"Use your thumb less," Yuan Hui said, laughing again, "Speaking of which, when writing calligraphy, the emphasis is on 'tiring to use the big finger', and when playing the piano, the emphasis is on 'wearing the little finger'..."

After Yuan Hui's faults were picked up and down, Zhen Tingyun almost didn't know how to hold the pen, so he managed to straighten his posture and start writing, and then he heard Yuan Hui whispering to himself again——

"I'm afraid it's not enough to practice your word like this! How about trying to tie two sandbags to your wrists tomorrow?"

Zhen Tingyun: "..."

Enough!

After practicing a few big characters like this, Yuan Hui saw that it was not too early and said, "Let's do it first. I think your arms are going to be stiff. If you practice too much at once, it will not have much effect. The important thing is to persevere."

After a pause, Yuan Hui teased: "Besides, it's already a big night. It's always not good for you to stay in my room as a girl."

Zhen Tingyun stopped writing, glared at him angrily, and packed up his things obediently.

Yuan Hui looked at her packing things, and then specially warned: "You always have to be organized, you should think about it carefully, arrange the daily reading time, write a charter, and show it to me tomorrow You call me 'sir,' and I should teach you some serious stuff."

Zhen Tingyun bit his lip, deeply moved, and nodded vigorously.

Because he would come to practice calligraphy tomorrow, Zhen Tingyun simply left the copybooks and ink, paper, inkstone and inkstone at Yuanhui, while he packed up the table and chopsticks and prepared to take them to the kitchen downstairs.

Just when Zhen Tingyun was about to go out, Yuan Huixiang suddenly remembered something and stopped her: "Wait!"

Zhen Tingyun stopped and looked at Yuan Hui with some doubts.

Yuan Hui stretched out his hand and fumbled around his pillow for a moment, found something, and threw it to Zhen Tingyun: "This is for you. All my expenses are counted on this, and if you want less, just tell me. If you want more, just take it. It's my gift to my apprentice."

Zhen Tingyun also didn't know what Yuan Hui was going to do, so he had to free one hand to pick up the thing, and then looked down when he got his hand, and couldn't help but be shocked: it was actually a piece of gold!

Looking at the piece of gold in his hand, Zhen Tingyun subconsciously asked, "You, where did you get the gold?!"

In the excitement, she stuttered a little when she spoke.

Last night, when Zhen Tingyun asked his man to drag Yuan Hui off the horse, he was wearing nothing but clothes. Even the clothes he was wearing at the time had been wet by the rain, so Zhen Tingyun simply asked the inn staff to change it for him.

Therefore, Yuan Hui, who is poor and white, needs to be supported to walk when he wakes up, where did he get the gold?

The author has something to say: Yuan Hui: Although I am lying down now, I am also a rich daughter-in-law!