He wrinkled his nose, a little delicate ball, white and tender, and a ball of pink appeared on his cheeks, lively and lovable.

Wen Qing squatted down, thinking that he was acquiescing that he had not gone to school, and patted his head soothingly, the soft black and shiny green silk under his palm was coiled into a child's bun, which felt surprisingly good, she rubbed his bun again, and smiled slightly.

There will always be similarities in everyone's genes, whether it is a coincidence or an inevitability, she will know after a period of observation.

And Wen Qing didn't expect that Wen Yun was seriously thinking about her problem.

What does it mean to go to school?

Wen Yun wondered what this study was, and why did she want to take it?

The scene he saw in the study school when Ah Gong took him to the city last year flashed to his mind, when the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the sun was scorching.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove-"

He shook his head, holding a scroll in his right hand, his left hand behind his back, his light-colored robe could not hide his bloated figure, his big belly protruded, and the movements against him were extremely funny.

Inside the school, many students laughed.

"Look, Master has a big belly, Master has a big beard, and Master has a big rabbit!"

This joke was heard by the master, and the old man, who was over the age of six, was so angry that he raised the scroll and was about to knock it down.

The male student just glanced up at him, and then continued to laugh with his companion, the young and immature face should have been tireless and eager to learn, but the master only saw pride and disdain in his face.

The Master did not let his hand fall.

Although his face was not good-looking, after coughing lightly twice, he still forgot the whole thing.

Wen Yun stood under the tree, the wooden window was very large, and he could clearly see the forbearance of the master's left hand, as well as the gorgeous and elegant texture on the brocade robe of the male student.

In the midst of talking and laughing, the person sitting on the right side of the male student casually glanced back and swept out the window, and saw that the person who was peeping at them was just a little doll, much younger than him, he didn't care, he laughed loudly, his voice was elegant, and it was hearty in politeness, which did not make people feel uncomfortable at all.

"Wenyun!"

He came back to his senses in a daze, and opened his lips, a little surprised.

"Mother, you call me?"

Wen Qing bowed his head, "I called you a lot." Do you like this? ”

He has been squatting here to look at these things, presumably he likes it very much, Wen Qing thought that if he liked it, she would ask the boss for advice on how to make it, and she could also make one for Wen Yun when she went back.

It is not easy for a child to have something to like, but if he can associate the things he likes with practice, it can also achieve some educational effects. Wen Qing thought so, but she didn't expect Wen Yun to say that she didn't like it.

"Why?"

Wen Yun stood up and naturally grabbed her arm, trying to pull her up. Hearing this doubt, he blinked and asked, "Why should I like such a simple thing?" ”

He crouched here, just trying to take a closer look at them.

No matter how complicated the production techniques are, they are also resolved one by one in his mind, starting from the first step, until the last step, the production methods are firmly in his mind, and he can try to make a few for his mother to play with when he goes back.

The stall owner saw them squatting there just to watch and not buy, and at this moment Wen Yun said something like this, which immediately aroused his dissatisfaction, and hurriedly blasted them away: "Since you don't buy it, don't talk nonsense here, it's really annoying." ”

Wen Qing grabbed Wen Yun and got up, with no expression on his face, and led Wen Yun forward.

The smell of the aroma of fat powder is getting stronger and stronger, and the air is full of women's laughter, Wen Qing lowered his eyes to look at Wen Yun, and his little pale face also showed an impatient expression, he also hated to take this road. But it can't be helped, the whole street is a straight road, and if you want to get to a more interesting place, you have to pass through a nasty place.

"Tofu flowers, sweet tofu flowers-"

"Girl, do you want to take a look at my red and glamorous fat powder here? It's easy to use, and the concubines are using it today. ”

"Girl, what do you think of my wooden comb? Comb the green silk softly, comb it twice, raise the eyebrows! ”

Wen Qing walked forward without squinting, Wen Yun was faster than her, almost pulling her forward.

"Slow down, don't bump into people."

Wen Yun seemed to have found a target, pointed ahead and said to Wen Qing: "Mother, it's here." ”

When he took himself to where he was going, Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the colorful kite in front of her, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, it seems that Wen Yun will do what she likes.

"Mother, pick one."

Wen Qing sensed that something was wrong, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll pick?" ”

Wen Yun nodded, looked at her and smiled happily, "Mother, I will make kites, which one do you like, I will go back and make you an exact one." ”

Silly boy.

Wen Qing pulled the corners of his lips, his eyes were gentle and clear, and he looked at him like a treasure.

If she could, she would have liked to bring him back.

Wen Yun was still young, and the disadvantage of height made him unable to see the things on the long table at all, Wen Qing simply picked him up and let him climb on his shoulder, while she picked up a light pink kite and looked at it fixedly for a few seconds.

Wen Yun also watched, and Leng Buding heard her ask, "Remember?" ”

"Hmm!"

Of course, he remembered that there were many plants on the mountain that could be dyed, all of which could be used as dye, and it was easy to make a few bamboo poles by asking Ah Gong to cut a few bamboo poles.

"You're ugly. Like a worm, how dare I hang my son in the house? ”

On the calligraphy and painting stall on the side, the woman was picky, and her tone was full of disgust. However, if you are rich, how can you go to an ordinary word stall to choose calligraphy and paintings for the study?

Wen Qing looked away and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard the stall owner's low and heavy voice.

Sometimes, by listening to the voice, you have a certain understanding of the person, so the first impression is very important.

"Madame, the child is literate at the age of three, enters the school at the age of five, is able to do arithmetic at the age of seven, and is able to read articles on his own by the age of twelve. Let you see how good my words are. ”

The woman glanced at it critically, knowing in her heart that it was a good word, but she disliked it a little bit, and the price could be reduced so much, she was not like some people who made a move is dozens of taels, do you want to live this day?

"My son is busy with the imperial examination, where do I have time to look at these things? Anyway, five taels of silver, do you sell it? ”

It's not that Wen Qing is narrow-minded, the woman's voice sounds vain, and she doesn't have the strength to be right, and it makes people feel bitter and mean when they hear it.

The stall owner shook his head slowly, "Not for sale." ”

He would rather not eat than lower his standards.

Five taels of silver, I'm afraid those third-rate painters in the capital won't want it, right?