The embroidery village and the school were opened smoothly without much effort, and all the women who were homeless with children were taken in, and there were occasional lonely women with miserable backgrounds and difficult situations, and Qingjia did not refuse to leave. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The children study in the West Garden, the women work in the East Garden, and the trivial things of life are all in the backyard. Such a close distance can not only take good care of the children but also add an income to themselves, everyone is very satisfied, and they will do their best to do things.

Qingjia often saw those children flying towards their mothers like caged sparrows after school, the scene was joyful and warm, and her heart also felt warm.

The only headache is that there is no teacher willing to come for the time being, Qingjia's requirements are actually very simple, these are still newly enlightened children, as long as they are a well-read talent can be competent, and the salary is not too low, but more than ten days have passed and no one has come to teach.

Qingjia was very puzzled, so he found someone to get a list of meritorious celebrities in the city, and went to invite them one by one, but they were all politely rejected without exception.

There is no other reason, that is, the embroidery village and the school are in the same house, there is no cover, there is a difference between men and women, and it is not clear whether it is granted or received, which hinders each other's reputation, and no matter how Qingjia pleads, he refuses.

In desperation, Qingjia could only be a master for the time being, teaching these children to hold a pen and write, read and recite texts, and sometimes he thought of Chen Wei when he taught him.

After a few years, there is no solution to lovesickness.

Whenever she was quiet in the dead of night, she would always think of him, her delay was three years, and she heard that the war in Yuncheng had ended a year ago, and at that time, Qingjia was flustered and found some people to help find out the news, but after all, it was a situation of confrontation with the imperial court, where to get a reply about what to prepare, but only half-understood.

She couldn't make any big moves, so she had to be anxious and endure in secret. I wanted to leave quietly several times, but I gave up for various reasons. Although the face is calm, the days are quite stable, everyone in the army up to the leader, down to the recruits are courteous to her, helped her a lot, if she is a man to stay at ease to achieve things is not difficult, but she does not have such ambitions, thinking of the distant lover, as long as he is not by his side for a day, he is like the rootless duckweed, no sense of belonging and security.

Now her fame is getting bigger and bigger, and the medical skills she learned on a whim never thought that there would be such a creation now, countless living people, how many merits she has accumulated, and she is highly respected wherever she goes, and sometimes she also thinks that God really loves her.

Looking back at the beginning, the self who didn't know anything on Qixia Mountain was really like a world away, how many years old it was, and now it is such a world.

She has been trained a lot in the army, and sometimes she is so tired that she can't lift her hands, so she has an accurate grasp of the symptoms today.

Internal injuries, external injuries, plagues, strange diseases, all of them are refined, all of them are universal. In particular, the means of treating external injuries have almost reached the point of perfection and peaking, but as long as there is still a breath of air, most of them can still survive under her hands.

If she asserts that she can't be born, then even if Hua Tuo is alive, it will be difficult to snatch people from the hands of Hades.

In addition to medical skills, she also loves to read books in her spare time, few people know that she has an excellent memory, almost to the extent of unforgettable, although the army is busy with affairs but she has not fallen into the habit of reading, over time, what she has seen and heard is not bad at all.

It is precisely because of this that she dares to really open a class, although she still wants to find a gentleman who is willing to come to teach, but if there is no it, it doesn't matter, the truth does not dare to speak falsely, but there is still nothing wrong with teaching some "Three Character Classics" and "Analects" and the like.

I often hear the following children's milky voices: "At the beginning of people, the nature is good, the sex is similar, and the habits are far away......"

Qingjia thinks it's really cute, one by one shaking his head and I don't know where I learned it, I've never taught it like this, don't say endorsement, just looking at it like this is already dizzy.

The white and tender dumplings gathered around as soon as they got out of class, and Mr. called, looking up at their immature faces, and their vivid eyes could only crush people's hearts.

"Sir, do you remember the allusion you told last time about 'the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind'?" The student's black and white eyes blinked and blinked, which made Qingjia's heart soften involuntarily, and he reached out to touch his head, smiling and churning: "Why did you ask about this......

Without waiting for Qingjia to ask clearly, I saw him mysteriously take out an object from his coat pocket, hold it in front of her like a treasure, and say, "This is what I caught in the yard when I came to morning class this morning......

There was a turquoise praying mantis lying in the palm of the white and tender hand, and it should have been dead for a long time, and Qing Jia was shocked: "Ah-"

“…… Didn't you say you hadn't seen it, but the students brought it to you to see. The child's innocent tone was genuine.

Although Qingjia was frightened, he was also moved by the pure words, and couldn't bear to touch his heart, so he only said: "Thank you Xiao Ran, I like this gift very much." ”

After that, he picked up the praying mantis with two fingers, pretended to look at it, and then returned it to him, saying, "Mr. can be regarded as knowing the appearance of the praying mantis now, thanks to Xiao Ran." Since you've worked so hard to catch it, you'll keep it as a souvenir, okay? ”

The child lowered his head shyly, shyly, and said, "Okay." ”

His voice was soft and thin, as quiet and gentle as his temperament, silent.

He is different from the other children in Zhuangzi, who has no father and no mother and is picked up by her from outside. On that day, she went up the mountain to collect medicine and passed by a farm at the foot of the mountain, thinking of going to spend the night, who knew that as soon as she approached, she found that it was an empty village, and there was no half of it.

She approached and pushed open the door, an eight or nine-year-old child rolled down from the dilapidated bed, looking at the dying appearance Qingjia knew that something was wrong and quickly carried him to the bed.

Qingjia gave him fever medicine and took care of him for a night, and when he woke up and asked about the situation, he realized that this village had been abandoned for a long time, and he was just wandering here, and he fell ill here after a little rain.

Then ask about the age and life, the household registration parents, are vague, only said that there is no family around the memory of the beginning, when I was a child, there was a meal everywhere wandering, if you meet a kind person in the city, you will give some porridge and rice, if you are outside the city, you will find some vegetables and fruits to fill your stomach, there was once a couple who did not have children and took him in for a short time, but within two years the couple had their own children, which abandoned him again, and has been alive like this until now.

Qingjia heard that his life was bleak and lonely, and if this half-grown child was in a peaceful and prosperous world, it would be fine, but he would definitely not be able to survive if no one took care of him in such a turbulent world, so he took him back and studied with those children.

"Do you remember your name?"

The child looked at her, shook his head blankly, and said, "They used to call me Xiao An, but then I was not allowed to call myself that." ”

Qingjia listened to the sourness in his heart, looked at the fiery red maple leaves all over the mountain, and murmured: "Stop and sit in love with the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are red in February and ......" squatted down, smiled and touched his head: "In the future, you will be called Feng Jingran, okay?" ”

The child was ignorant, and only felt that the smile in front of him was both gentle and beautiful, and nodded unconsciously: "Okay." ”

Qingjia took his hand and took him back, now that half a year has passed, the child is very dependent on and close to her, and she always wants to keep it for her.

Sometimes she looks at these lovely children, and the impetuousness and anxiety in her heart slowly fade away, after all, there are so many people here who need her.

It's just that what Qingjia didn't expect was her helpless move to catch the ducks on the shelves, and then she unintentionally planted willows and willows, and there were really some extraordinary characters in the batch of students she taught.

A generation of writers Feng Jingdye, calligraphy and painting master Pu Yuanqing, national hand Sun Hua, later famous doctor Wang Liu, these are all later well-known big figures, any one is a contemporary everyone, there are countless protégés, and the prestige is extremely high.

But despite this, they were all favored by Qingjia when they were young, and later they met people and called a teacher very respectfully.

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Qingjia's side is full of wind and water, but after Chen Wei left Huadu, he fought on the battlefield, life and death. At that time, his position in the army was stable, and after leading the army to exterminate the Yi tribe a year ago, the class division returned to the dynasty, and the mighty general received the title and got an idle position, and everything in the army was successfully taken over by Chen Wei.

At this time, he still failed to stay in Huadu for a long time, although the northwest has been decided, but the situation in the southeast is critical, and the imperial court has been in constant friction for many years, and they have been entangled with each other for a long time.

In previous years, the two sides were facing each other in a tug-of-war, but this time the Haikou attacked the land city unusually, and the situation was critical. Later, fortunately, there was a civil strife in the southeast sea, which gave Yan Jun a chance to breathe, and the two sides signed a contract, although they both knew that this was only a temporary peace, but they both acquiesced in such a compromise.

After all, the Yan Dynasty still has civil strife and rebels, and the southeast has been fighting for so many years is really not in a hurry, Chen Wei has just repelled the first wave of Haikou attacks, and is about to move forward when the two sides negotiate peace, and he returns to the dynasty again.

After a month of exhaustion, he finally arrived at the Imperial Palace.

The housekeeper had been waiting for a long time, and the servants and maids in the family were also there, and when they saw him dismount, they all said respectfully: "Welcome the general back home." ”

Chen Wei stood in front of this luxurious general's mansion, the corners of his lips hooked, everything here is so familiar.

Less than 100 meters away on the opposite side is the former Yasukuni Mansion, where he grew up as a child, and now he has finally returned, but everything is suddenly like a dream, but his heart is desolate.

How so?

Now he's finally famous, isn't he?

Why, my heart is still empty, and I'm not happy at all.