Not long after Yan Qingge and Ling Xiao finished eating, a middle-aged woman came over, saw that they had already gotten up and cleaned up, showed a gentle and appreciative smile, and said, "You are Yan Qingge and Ling Xiao." I'm Mr. Zhao, and I'm going to take you to choose a course today. ”

Ling Xiao smiled: "I want to learn martial arts." ”

"There are many kinds of martial arts, there are archery and horseback riding, there are also those who practice boxing and sword dancing, and what whip marksmanship, the art of war broadsword, I don't know which one you like." Mr. Zhao said.

Ling Xiao stopped squeaking all of a sudden, she really didn't know what she was good at learning.

Mr. Zhao said: "Moreover, you can't just practice martial arts, in ten years, there are always two days to learn poetry and articles, and two days to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and then one day to learn etiquette and rules, one day to learn female red cooking, one day to rest, and the remaining three days are the time to learn what you want to learn." ”

Ling Xiao sighed, and then said: "It's not bad, you don't have to endorse it every day, it's similar to me at home, it's quite interesting." ”

Mr. Zhao took out a timetable from his arms, and told them in detail about the time to learn poetry and articles, the time to play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as the days of learning etiquette rules, female celebrity cooking skills and rest, these times are fixed. What you choose for the rest of the time, you can go to it by yourself, you don't like to learn and want to rest in the house, no one cares.

Yan Qingge and Mr. Zhao walked around, and found that there were really everything taught here, except for those skills that could not be put on the table, there were professors here, and there were more masters than students.

Yan Qingge's embroidery is already very good, and he has already learned it before he is reborn, so he chose an additional piano art. Le Yi plays the piano so well, she also wants to learn well and not embarrass her uncle.

Ling Xiao is focused on those who learn martial arts, even if Yan Qingge is talking in her ear about being greedy and chewing, she is still reluctant to report the art of war, bow horse, hidden weapon and whip method, when holding the bow horse, she also reported the name of Yan Qingge, calling Yan Qingge helpless for a while.

After going back, Ling Xiao took his schedule for the future, looked at it for a long time, and was shocked, and said, "Wow, three of my classes are scheduled in the morning, won't I be able to sleep lazy anymore?" ”

"What do you think?" Yan Qingge said helplessly: "I advised you at the time, your head was hot, and you couldn't listen to it at all, but now you know that it is difficult." ”

Ling Xiao grinned, hugged Yan Qingge's neck and said, "Sister Qingge, you will definitely call me anyway, I'm not afraid of being late." ”

The next day there was a piano lesson. In the morning, Shui Ying, who was used to sleeping lazily, also got up early. Yan Qingge and Ling Xiao hugged the piano and went to class with Shui Ying.

When I arrived at the place, I saw that the place where the class was held was in a small forest. The trees in the forest are not densely planted, and the leaves fall in early winter, and the ground is covered with a thick blanket of golden leaves, which is soft and soft when you walk up, making a rustling sound, which makes people can't help but be light, and even the heartbeat is a little quieter.

In the forest, some girls had already arrived early, ranging in age from eight or nine to fourteen or fifteen, and there were about 30 of them. When they saw the unfamiliar faces of Yan Qingge and Ling Xiao, they all cast curious glances.

At the front, there is a teacher who teaches piano skills, her green waterfall-like hair is naturally draped down, wearing a blue robe, sitting cross-legged, with a guqin on her lap, with a natural tranquility between her eyebrows, which makes people forget the vulgar.

Yan Qingge took Ling Xiao to find a place to sit down, and the piano teacher spoke, saying: "There are two new classmates here this time, one can play "Guangling San", and the other is used to the iron qin. ”

Yan Qingge didn't expect to be named at the beginning, she nodded, stood up and saluted the piano teacher, and said, "No! ”

She sat down gracefully, adjusted her position and strings, and began to play.

I don't know if it's because of today's environment or why, Yan Qingge's song "Guangling San" is not as full of killing as the last time at the lotus banquet, but more deserted.

After the song was played, the piano teacher first clapped his hands and smiled: "Okay! Good! Good! Your piano skills are already very good, today, I will teach you to play "Good Night Yin"......"

The piano teacher didn't talk much nonsense, talking about the fingering and points to pay attention to in "Good Night Yin", first briefly talked about it, and then played it, and then distributed the piano sheet music to everyone, telling them to practice according to it, while she walked slowly among the students, and saw who was really wrong, and came forward to correct it.

"Good Night Yin" is an entry-level piano art, Yan Qingge thinks that he has practiced many times before being reborn, and he can play it with his eyes closed. However, after listening to the piano teacher's performance just now, she didn't dare to be careless, carefully recalled the various skills she taught, and slowly played "Good Night Yin".

However, she played it several times, always feeling that something was wrong, frowning and meditating, but she always failed to grasp the point.

The piano teacher passed by Yan Qingge several times, and finally stopped and said, "Idiot! You have already signed up for my piano class, and there will be a lesson tomorrow night, and I will solve your confusion today. ”

Yan Qingge said respectfully: "Thank you, Master." ”

The master left a smile like a clear lotus and walked away.

After the morning class, there will be a calligraphy class in the afternoon. When he returned to the courtyard to eat at noon, Ling Xiao shouted: "The master who taught the piano in the morning has a fairy spirit, like a white cloud in the sky." I don't know what the teacher was like in the afternoon calligraphy class. Qingge, you said that if I also learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting well, will I become as beautiful as them one day? ”

Yan Qingge was amused by her, hugged her face and looked left and right, and finally nodded: "You are already very beautiful." ”

The two elementary schools took a break at noon and went to the classroom where they learned calligraphy with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. They chattered and discussed on the road, guessing what kind of beauty the calligraphy teacher would be for a while, but as soon as they entered the door, they were completely stunned.

I saw a short woman with gray hair about fifty years old standing in front of the stage solemnly. She has a huge black birthmark on half of her face, holds a ring ruler in her hand, and is hitting a girl's palm.

The girl had tears in her eyes, but she didn't dare to cry out in pain.

I don't know how many times, the calligraphy teacher said coldly: "Before the next class, hand in the less thirty large characters." The girl nodded, and walked down with tears on her face.

Yan Qingge and Ling Xiao glanced at each other, and could see that Ling Xiao was regretting coming to study.

The arrival of the two of them did not bring any waves to this class. She continued to talk about the "Lingfei Sutra" in the stele forest of the previous dynasty according to the previous progress.

Ling Xiao couldn't keep up with the progress, and every time the master passed by when he was about to post, he was scared, for fear of being brought up to play the board.

The two often correspond, and Yan Qingge has seen her words, which are weak and weak, and the characters are loose. She knew Ling Xiao's worries, and couldn't help but shake her hand, finding that her palms were full of sweat.

Afraid of something, the master really stood at the small table of the two.

She carefully looked at Ling Xiao and Yan Qingge's words, and didn't comment much on Ling Xiao's words, but frowned and said to Yan Qingge: "You can't teach your son!" If the foundation is not laid well, you must learn to write the tricks of others. Invisible and unintentional, a mess. ”

Yan Qingge broke out in a cold sweat, others thought that her handwriting was good, but she knew that she was very capable.

Before she was reborn, she was fat and difficult to stand when she was less than twelve years old, so she only sat and practiced calligraphy, and she had a big belly in front of her, how to write well. In order to make the characters not so ugly and go out to meet people, she drew cats and tigers against several famous calligraphy books, and learned to write like learning to paint and copy. Coupled with all kinds of things she experienced later, she has a silent sharpness between the lines, which can fool some people. Today, I was seen through by this master.

She lowered her head and said softly, "Master teach me." ”

The master looked at Yan Qingge seriously and said, "You come to my residence later, I have something for you." ”

After the class was silent, the master assigned a hundred large characters, the content of which was a passage from the "Lingfei Sutra" that he learned today, and asked everyone to go back and write it and hand it in the next class.

Yan Qingge asked Ruyi to carry the bookcase back, followed behind the master, and obediently went to her residence.

The place where the master lived was similar to where the students lived, and the interior was even more shabby. She washed her hands briefly, opened a cage, looked inside, took out a bound rice paper book, and gave it to Yan Qingge, her face was much better than when she was in class: "If you want to correct your handwriting, you will study and practice hard every day, let alone three years." This is your mother's old work, go back and take a good look at it. ”

Yan Qingge was struck by lightning, took the notebook and said, "How can Mr. have my mother's words?" ”

"Your mother used to be a student of White Deer Academy, and she was my proud disciple, and I left some of her work. When I see you today, I am almost exactly the same as your mother was when she was a teenager, and I am reminded of those days. Okay, you go back, it's not too early. "The gentleman began to chase people.

Yan Qingge respectfully retired, but he opened the pot in his heart.

Before and after her rebirth, she rarely thought about Le's affairs.

Because Le's died early, her father never mentioned it to her, and the only trace that Le's can leave in the family, apart from her, I am afraid that there is only the treasury dowry.

Le Yi didn't know why, and he didn't talk about Le's. Yan Qingge was used to it, but he never thought that this matter was not normal.

What is the secret of this mother who no one else mentions?

Yan Qingge opened the rice paper book in his hand, and what was written in the book was in regular script, but between the lines, there was a sense of detachment and detachment on the paper. The words are like their people, Yan Qingge seems to immediately see his mother's voice and smile.

She must be a woman full of aura, she looks good when she laughs, everyone likes her, and she likes everyone. She was protected by her grandfather and uncle and would not go through as much suffering as she did, so she was carefree and innocent, but she was also sensible and knew all the things in the world......

Yan Qingge couldn't let himself think about it anymore. She wiped the tears from her face, stuffed the rice paper notebook into her sleeve, and returned to the room with her face upturned as if nothing had happened.