"Orphanage?"

Bai Yi and Bai Ling both stopped, so Bai Shijun is ......

"Yes," Bai Nongan nodded, "I told you earlier that the old man who was born in water conservancy, remember, Qiansang is very famous in the local area, his surname is Bai, his name is Bai Zhen, and everyone calls him Bai Dashan."

Earlier, he didn't know where he made a lot of money, but later in middle age, he settled down in Chansang and opened Keats Hall. The old man spent money outside to invite a lot of masters to teach us skills. He also wrote books and talked about his own abilities, and stayed in the church.

"We start to enlighten as soon as we reach the age of six, and sometimes there are seven or eight-year-old kids in the class, seven or eight people in a class, three or four classes in a grade - grades, you know the grades, right? The grade is just-"

"I know." Bai Ling nodded.

"You know?" Bai Nongan was a little surprised, "...... What do you say grade is? ”

"It is a level based on the number of years of study."

"Yay? You're right. Bai Nongan smiled, "There are four compulsory courses in the morning and three elective courses in the afternoon, I chose the old man's engineering course, and Bai Shijun's medicine."

"I've also been to listen to a few sessions, but I don't know how Mr. Bai invited the doctors, they are all famous doctors in the neighborhood, and people come to give them lectures rain or shine.

"At the age of sixteen, I officially graduated. The rules in Keats Hall are like this: when you reach the age of sixteen, you have to leave, set up your own door, and when you leave, you must go to the government to change your nationality in the company of Keats Hall's master, so as to show that there is no more to do with it - at this time, we can usually change our name once. ”

"Is the uncle 'Bai Nong'an' changed at that time?"

"That's right," replied Bo Nong'an, "I thought at that time that we would be the material for planting crops in the future, and when the farming was safe, I would be safe." As for the surname 'Bai', our children who go out of Khits Hall like to have the surname Bai, because the old man's surname is Bai. ”

Bai Ling's eyes sank slightly.

"Did he come up with my father's name himself?"

"Yes," Bai Nongan nodded, he stretched out his hand and gestured, "Jun, Tao Jun, do you know?" ”

Bai Ling and Bai Yi shook their heads at the same time.

"It's the same wheel used to make pottery. People will put the mud on top first, and then let the wheel spin," Bai Nongan's hand drew circles in the air, "Haven't you ever seen anyone burn pottery?" ”

Bai Ling really hadn't seen it, and she asked, "But why 'Tao Jun'?" ”

"Then you'll have to go back and ask him himself." Bai Nongan spread his hands, "I don't know about this." ”

……

By the time the three of them returned from outside, it was already getting dark.

At night, the snow began to fall outside again, and Bai Nong'an was happy to see it, after all, it was a good year.

Bai Ling and Bai Yi stayed at the uncle's house tonight, although Bai Ling easily found out Bai Nong'an's information about Keats Hall in the afternoon - but as for why he quarreled with Bai Shijun, the brother and sister still couldn't find out.

Perhaps, as Bo Nong'an said in the afternoon, he had no intention of hiding it from Keats Hall.

After washing, Bai Ling returned to an empty bedroom in the inner room, which was divided into two rooms by a curtain, usually the two children slept in the small bed inside, and Bai Nongan's daughter-in-law slept in the big bed outside.

Mr. and Mrs. Bo Nongan vacated the room tonight and left it to Bai Ling and Bai Yi, and the couple slept in the master bedroom with their children.

Bai Ling lay on the bed, silently thinking about her thoughts, and after a while, the candle outside was extinguished, and after a sound, she heard Bai Yi lying down outside.

They don't usually go to bed so early when they're at home, but they don't have anything else to do tonight.

The lights went out, and Bai Ling's eyes were closed in the dark.

I don't know why, Bai Nong'an's words kept circling in her mind in the afternoon.

For his father Bai Shijun, Bai Ling is becoming more and more strange day by day, but he is becoming more and more familiar day by day.

Many strange things that happened to her father, she couldn't understand in the past, and now she can finally understand a little.

Those efforts and persistence regardless of return may be a kind of imitation, a kind of repayment, or a kind of inheritance.

Bai Ling still remembers that Bai Nongan said that when he and Bai Shijun left Qiansang together and parted ways, the old man Bai Zhen was falling into a serious illness, and time was running out. He and Bai Shijun insisted on staying and taking care of them, but the old man insisted that they leave Qiansang according to the original plan and find the place where they wanted to stay and live in peace.

"To the far away - to the far away, to the ...... Live well. Bai Zhen told them.

Thinking of this, Bai Ling rolled over on the bed.

Over the years, how many students have been taught in Bai Zhen's Keats Hall?

Boling didn't know.

These children who came out of Keats Hall were scattered like dandelions in all corners of the land, doing what they were good at in obscurity.

Bai Ling felt his eyes heat up.

She and Bai Yi weren't the only ones left on this plane.

Someone who has come before has come, seen, and spent his life here.

Although before today, Bai Ling had never heard of the name, and had never even known that there was a Keats Hall in Chanson.

But Bai Ling knew that in the face of such an old civilization, that person must have experienced similar doubts and struggles, but in the end he walked out of his own way and left a strong mark in this world.

Every time she thought of this, Bai Ling felt a great courage swell up in her heart, and she clenched her fists in the dark.

"Bai Yi, have you slept?" Bai Ling asked softly.

"No," Bai Yi's voice came, "I'm still thinking about the afternoon." ”

“…… I really want to go to Qiansang now. She said softly.

"I understand," Bai Yi replied, "I want to too." ”

In the darkness, the two of them sighed softly at the same time.

Outside, there was a knock at the door.

At first, Bai Ling and Bai Yi thought they had heard it wrong, until a burst of footsteps walked from Bai Nong'an's master bedroom to the living room, and Bai Nong'an's voice came from outside, "It's so late, who?" ”

"From the palace." The voice outside replied faintly.

"Who?"

"I'm looking for Bai Si Yao, Bai Ling." The voice said, "Open the door, old man." ”

Bai Ling had already walked to the door with her clothes on, and she looked at the door with a solemn expression.

Bai Nong'an removed the door panels one by one, and after dismantling two pieces, Han Chong stepped into this farmhouse with wind and snow.

"Lord Han," Bai Ling could already hear his voice, "what are you doing here?" ”

"Ming Gong ordered me to deliver something." Han Chong replied in a low voice, as he spoke, he took out a book from his arms and handed it to Bai Ling.

Bai Ling didn't pick it up, she looked at Han Chong, "What is it?" ”

"A chess game." Han Chong replied.

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