Chapter 15 Seeing the wise and thinking together

Zhen Tingyun did not have such complicated and tangled thoughts as Yuan Hui.

After she finished practicing the calligraphy, she put down the pen at hand, and after a while, she remembered that she wanted to discuss with Yuan Hui about the departure tomorrow: "The Regent Wang Yi will leave tomorrow, and we will probably leave the day after. It's just that there are only two cars in my family. If you take the carriage, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient."

After listening to Zhen Tingyun's introduction, Yuan Hui said as a matter of course: "Let your two girls accompany your grandmother in the front carriage, and you can accompany me in the back carriage."

Zhen Tingyun was a little embarrassed: "My grandmother is afraid that I can't be without me. Besides, men and women are not seated at the age of seven. Although men and women are not very strict now, it's not good for the two of us to ride in a carriage."

Yuan Hui said casually: "You already called me 'Sir'. Now that you are sick, what's wrong with being a disciple's servant?"

After a pause, Yuan Hui added another bargaining chip: "Although the car and horses are exhausted, the time on the road is not bad. You and I are in the same car, and I can teach you more."

This is true.

Zhen Ting Yunguo was moved, but he was still a little hesitant.

Yuan Hui has some crooked ideas in his stomach, and he speaks with confidence: "Next June will be the entrance examination for women's schools. You have a poor foundation, and you are still dawdling and looking ahead, how can you be admitted to women's schools? The world's knowledge? One, only if you really put your heart into it and get into madness, can you be successful. Zheng Banqiao became an idiot when he practiced calligraphy, even without a case or paper, he could write on his lap in his spare time. On the legs, in the end, there will be some success, and I will create my own six-and-a-half book. How about you?"

Zhen Tingyun immediately made up his mind and nodded: "What the teacher taught me was that I was stuck."

When Zhen Tingyun thought about it, he also felt that it was the same reason: her knowledge is not complete, but she is only half-baked, and she can't care about "men and women are not at the age of seven".

After talking about the carriage, Zhen Tingyun just took out the bamboo flute he just bought. She held the bamboo flute in both hands, and handed it to Yuan Hui respectfully: "Please give me some advice, sir."

Yuan Hui did not refuse, he reached out and took the bamboo flute, wiped it with a handkerchief, and then played a tune in front of Zhen Tingyun.

He lived a good life, and his hands were slender and powerful, like works of art made of jade. When he held the bamboo flute in his hand and handed it to his thin lips, the bamboo flute became a lot brighter because of it, and even the rough material seemed to be simple and natural, with a romantic connotation.

Zhen Tingyun couldn't help but follow him, listening carefully to his playing.

After a while, Xiao Sheng raised his voice.

At the beginning, perhaps due to lack of energy after illness or the poor quality of the bamboo flute, the music was a little stagnant, but it soon became smooth, like a stream passing over a snow-white stream, and as the stream jumped, it became more and more crisp. Pleasant, melodious. Even the disturbed birds on the tree near the window became quiet again, and fell rustling on the branches, as if they were quietly listening to this wonderful sound of nature, which is rare in the world.

Only at this point did Zhen Tingyun understand why Yuan Hui disliked her playing the piano.

Because Yuan Hui's melodious sound is the real musical sound, it can make people "I don't know the taste of meat in March".

Zhen Tingyun heard this, and only then did he realize that: Back then, when Boya was playing the qin, his ambition was to climb a high mountain, and Zhong Ziqi said, "It's good, it's like Mount Tai." , it looks like a river." It turns out that this is not an exaggeration and fabrication by the ancients. There can really be towering mountains and rivers in the music of this world.

After the song was over, Zhen Tingyun came back to his senses for a long time, and the first sentence he said was: "You play really well."

The second sentence is: "When can I play as good as you?"

Yuan Hui secretly said: Although it is a good thing to "see the sages and think together", Zhen Tingyun is thinking too fast, right? Don't know how to think about your own foundation? However, he did not undermine the self-confidence of his students. After thinking about it, he gently comforted him: "Learn slowly, it will always be good."

Of course, Yuan Hui realized that if he wanted to get to his level, in addition to studying hard, he had to have one or two talents.

Having said that, Yuan Hui discussed some music theory with Zhen Tingyun again, and then handed the bamboo flute to Zhen Tingyun, and reminded her: "You try the sound first. Pay attention to your breathing and keep it balanced."

Zhen Tingyun took the bamboo flute in his hand, and was about to give it a try, when suddenly he remembered something: this, there is only one bamboo flute in total. won't be a bit...

However, remembering that he would have to pay for another bamboo flute, Zhen Tingyun decided to shut up: Forget it, Yuan Hui didn't mention it, she didn't mention it, it's a little bit saving.

Therefore, Zhen Tingyun took the veil without saying a word, wiped the bamboo flute slowly twice, and then began to try it out.

Seeing Zhen Tingyun wiping the bamboo flute with a veil, Yuan Hui just realized this problem half a beat - to be honest, he really never thought of teaching flute before, teachers and students only use bamboo flute! Naturally, he did not expect the complicated problems caused by a bamboo flute.

However, since Zhen Tingyun didn't say anything, Yuan Hui didn't say much after thinking about it, just pretended he didn't think of it: After all, if such a thing is said, the girl's family will be even more embarrassed.

Learning Xiao like this, you two will wipe it once, and I will wipe it again, but I will wipe a bamboo flute that I just bought so it is extremely smooth and lush, as if it has been rubbed for a long time.

At the end of the study, Zhen Tingyun's cheeks were slightly red, so he sent Liushun after lunch to buy a bamboo flute.

Alas, learning this thing really can't save the slightest.

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In the evening, Zhen Tingyun discussed with Mrs. Zhen about the departure the day after.

Naturally, the arrangement of the carriage had to be discussed with Mrs. Zhen.

However, when Zhen Tingyun dealt with Mrs. Zhen, it was another story. What she said to Mrs. Zhen was: "Mr. Yuan is already in his twenties, and he must have a wife and children at home. Even if I call him 'sir', I will treat people as elders, but only serve teachers. You don't have to be so shy."

Mrs. Zhen was already somewhat willing in her heart, but she still said, "You haven't done the apprenticeship ceremony, and you haven't given a bunch of repairs, so you can't be considered a serious gentleman."

Zhen Tingyun whispered to her: "I also want to learn more from others. I am in the same car with him, and we will go to school with him when the time comes. If you don't understand, ask questions. He is not good at keeping secrets. Naturally, I can learn a little more, and I didn’t waste time on this journey.”

Mrs. Zhen was also a bit of a chicken thief. After hearing this, she felt that her granddaughter was right: "Yes, as the old saying goes, 'the apprentice of the church starves to death', and the apprentice in the store has to be called a white servant for a few years, you To learn things from people without spending money, you have to have some heart..."

"You too, remember to be sweeter when you're around people, and say more kind words anyway, kind words don't cost money. Since you want to learn something from people, you have to ask and talk more, and only when you make people happy can you learn more. Mrs. Zhen and her granddaughter taught some good tricks to stealing a teacher, and then quietly asked her granddaughter: "Did he play flute in the morning? Don't say it, it's weird, Mrs. Li next door is still here. Ask me for a while... You also work harder, study hard, and learn the skill of blowing flute, it's not a loss."

Zhen Tingyun nodded again and again, very ambitious, and patted his chest to assure: "Grandma, don't worry, I will definitely play better than him in the future!"

Seeing her granddaughter's confident appearance, Mrs. Zhen didn't feel embarrassed to undermine her self-confidence: Actually, she just listened to the song played by Yuan Hui, and later Zhen Tingyun learned to blow the flute. It's all to give her face... So, Madam Zhen made a quick decision and plugged her ears with cotton wool, and then she narrowed her eyes for a while in the room.

Speaking of which, this stuffing of cotton is also the experience that Zhen Tingyun gained when he was learning the piano.

Thinking of the days of stuffing cotton in her ears, Mrs. Zhen felt that she was five years old and she was very tired.

The author has something to say: Zhen Tingyun: I take you as a teacher, but you actually think...! ! !

Yuan Hui: Are you taking advantage of it?