Yin Mingzhao woke up the next day. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yin Yaxuan thought about it, he woke up and knew that the fact that his leg was useless must be unacceptable, and he would definitely escape the facts.

But she didn't expect that the first thing he did after waking up and knowing the truth was to commit suicide.

"Third brother, what are you doing!" As soon as Yin Yaxuan entered the door, she saw that Yin Mingzhao wanted to commit suicide, and hurriedly stopped his hand holding a knife to the chest.

"My legs are useless, but my hands are not wasted, what's the point of living like a wasted person like this, you let it go, let me break it." Yin Mingzhao was seriously injured and did not recover, and his strength was inferior to Yin Yaxuan.

Yin Yaxuan snatched the knife from Yin Mingzhao's hand and shouted: "Yin Mingzhao, look at your current appearance, aren't you just a little injured, you don't look like a man looking for death and life!"

Yin Mingzhao was drunk, stopped his movements, and looked at Yin Yaxuan in a daze.

Yin Yaxuan took a deep breath, calmed down, and sat on the side of Yin Mingzhao's bed.

"Third brother, I know you have always had your own thoughts, do you want to give up now?" As she spoke, Yin Yaxuan took out the four books and put them in front of Yin Mingzhao.

Yin Mingzhao took it, his hands trembling.

"Being born in the Yin family is determined by heaven, and no one can change it, but how to live depends on how people choose. Seeing that Yin Mingzhao's mood gradually calmed down, Yin Yaxuan said in a slow tone.

The family hopes that the third brother can inherit the family business, but no one has asked what the third brother really wants, why the third brother doesn't take this opportunity to do something he likes, and it won't be a waste of time. ”

After Yin Yaxuan finished speaking, she stopped talking, leaving some time for Yin Mingzhao to think for herself.

Yin Mingzhao turned the pages of the book little by little, his eyes changed from sadness to confusion to excitement.

He figured out what if his leg was useless, even if he could no longer go out to do business and take over the family business in the future, he could devote all his body and mind to his studies.

He has always loved to read.

But he didn't dare, he knew that no one would agree to him studying.

However, now that the opportunity is in front of him, if he doesn't do something for himself, he will regret it in this life.

"Good. Yin Mingzhao greedily stroked the handwriting on the book, and the fanaticism in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

"It's good that the third brother wants to understand, but don't let my father and mother know about this matter first, and when the time is ripe, it's not too late to explain it to them. Yin Yaxuan saw that the third brother had figured it out, and her heart was also happy.

For the Yin family, it is not easy to make the decision to abandon business and follow literature, and it is even more difficult to get the family to agree.

The third brother's leg injury has not healed, and he recuperates in bed every day, but he is actually studying and practicing hard.

If you can't ask Mr. Teach, everything can only rely on Yin Mingzhao himself, but fortunately, he is willing to work hard and has talent.

When Yin Mingzhao was secretly studying hard, Yin Yaxuan was also asked by her mother to go to school with her third sister.

They don't go to school to learn anything, but to learn from female celebrities.

The Yin family has a unique embroidery book, which records seventy-two embroidery methods, twelve of which are known to no one in this world except the Yin family.

Nowadays, because the embroidery craft has been passed on to the second room, this embroidery score is owned by the second room, which is also the reason for Yin Yahui's excellent embroidery.

"Xuan'er, when I see An Niang for a while, you must be polite, you know?" Yin Yahui kept telling her sister on the way to school.

"The third sister has said it six times, and Xuan'er remembers it firmly. Yin Yaxuan said.

Yin Yahui nodded reassuringly.

The place to learn female red is in a weaving workshop of the Yin family.

"Hello Anniang, this is my eighth sister, from today on, I will be in the same place to learn from Anniang. ”

After the third sister finished speaking, Yin Yaxuan respectfully toasted a cup of tea to An Niang.

"Xuan'er toasts tea for An Niang, and she will devote herself to learning in the future and live up to the cultivation of her father and An Niang. ”

After speaking, Yin Yaxuan looked up at An Niang, this look, her hands panicked, reacted at the first moment, and held the teacup steadily.

An Niang is a blind person!

An Niang has lived blindly for many years, and the sound of a breeze can't escape her ears, and the moment the teacup flutters, she has already heard Yin Yaxuan's emotions.

An Niang was not angry, but smiled: "You are much stronger than your sister, when she saw my eyes for the first time, she was so scared that she didn't even hold the teacup, Hui'er, your sister is not simple." ”

After speaking, he took the tea offered by Yin Yaxuan, drank it, and asked Yin Yaxuan again: "I listen to your voice, I'm afraid I'm not too old." ”

"Xuan'er is nine years old this year. Yin Yaxuan replied.

"I'm only nine years old, why did you send it to me?" Wu said to herself, An Niang got up, groped her way to the embroidery case, picked up a basket of messy silk threads, and threw it to Yin Yaxuan.

"Xiaoba, you divide these silk threads according to color today, then write down the number of silk threads of each color one by one, and then arrange them in order according to the shade of color, and you can leave class today. ”

After speaking, he left with Yin Yahui.

Yin Yahui looked at her sister encouragingly as she left.

Yin Yaxuan looked at this basket of silk threads, scratched her head, and sighed.

She has been studying female celebrity for a long time, and she has never done such a thing, which is very strange.

But since An Niang said it, then she had to do it.

She divides from early morning to sunrise, and from sunrise to sunset.

For a whole day, when she was all ready, remembered the number, and arranged the order, she only felt that her eyes were about to be spent.

Rubbing her sore neck, Yin Yaxuan stretched: "It's finally finished." ”

Yin Yahui finished a day's study and came to find her sister, and was surprised to see that she had all the parts.

It took a day, and it was all right?

She studied with An Niang at the age of eleven, and it took three days to divide these silk threads.

"Third sister, you're back, you see, I'm all done. ”

"Xuan'er is awesome, it only took one day to divide it all. ”

An Niang also walked in and asked, "It's all done?"

"Yes. Yin Yaxuan stepped forward and helped An Niang to the silk thread.

An Niang's hand stroked the silk thread, from right to left, and her expression was full of surprise.

"It's actually divided. An Niang muttered.

She originally thought that the talent of the third miss of the Yin family was already very high, but she didn't expect that these eight young ladies were even more talented.

"Okay, Hachi, I didn't expect you to be so patient at such a young age. ”

An Niang sat down with Yin Yaxuan's support, and then said: "Embroidery, not by virtue of the color of the silk thread, but by patience and carefulness, embroidery skills, not overnight, but over time, grinding out of the effort." Xiaoba, your talent is good, if you can work as hard as your sister, you will definitely be able to surpass her in the future. ”

Yin Yahui smiled: "Of course, my sister is very smart." ”

"Xuan'er will definitely work hard like a sister to live up to An Niang's expectations. "What Yin Yaxuan said is exactly what she said.

An Niang blindly boasted, her eyes couldn't see, but Yin Yahui's eyes could see.

On top of each color of silk thread, the number of silk threads is written in strips of paper.

The words written one by one, Junxiu and without losing strength, not to mention that Xuan'er has not learned words, even if she has learned, how can a nine-year-old child be able to write.