Chapter 3 Copybook
was puzzled, Bai Qingqing's eyes caught a glimpse of Mr. coming in, and he hurriedly raised his sleeves to wipe his tears, Mr. surnamed Zhong, she was slightly stunned when she saw this scene, and asked Bai Qingqing what was wrong.
Bai Qingqing snorted and said, "Mr. Hui's words, three more days will be my grandfather's death day, and I feel a little sad to think of this." ”
This student has always been sensible, Mr. Zhong looked at her and said softly: "You have this filial piety, your grandfather will be very pleased in the spirit of heaven, don't cry." ”
Compared with Bai Qingqing's sadness, Jiang Wanxiu was much more indifferent, Mr. Zhong frowned, but didn't say anything, she sat in her place, "How about the Analects that I asked you to copy yesterday?" ”
Bai Qingqing respectfully handed a thick stack of paper to Mr. Zhong, and said a little embarrassed: "Sir, there are a few words that I always can't write well, so I copied them twenty more times." ”
Mr. Zhong looked through them one by one, and the more he looked at them, the more satisfied he became, and nodded approvingly: "As the saying goes, diligence can make up for shortcomings, and you know where you have deficiencies and correct them, which is already very good." ”
Seeing this, Bai Qingqing bowed his knees: "Write more about Mr.'s teachings, Qingqing can be your student, it is an honor." ”
Mr. Zhong laughed, praised Bai Qingqing a few more words, and then she set her eyes on Jiang Wanxiu, who also handed over the Analects she had copied.
"This ......" Mr. Zhong frowned slightly after looking at a few photos, Bai Qingqing thought that she was going to blame Jiang Wanxiu, and he had already begun to gloat in his heart.
After reading it, Mr. Zhong asked Jiang Wanxiu with excitement: "I remember that you copied Mrs. Cao's words before, why are today's words ......?"
Hearing this, Jiang Wanxiu pursed her lips and smiled: "Mr. recognizes it, what the student copied this time is Mrs. Xue Yi's words." ”
After that, she took out a yellowed notebook from the desk, "Sir, Mrs. Xue Yi's real surname is Zhong, and she married Mr. Xue Yi at the age of eighteen. ”
"However, what makes them famous through the ages is the co-creation of Xue Ti, but unfortunately the war is repeated, Mr. Xue Yi and Mrs. Xue Yi's ink treasures are scarce, I heard that there is only one in the palace, I will give this book to Mr. in my hand, and it can be regarded as a complete return to Zhao."
That's right, this Mrs. Xue Yi is Mr. Zhong's ancestral aunt, and it is precisely because of her achievements that the Zhong family will become a scholarly family admired by the world.
Now that Mr. Zhong is holding Mrs. Xue Yi's notebook, how can he not be excited.
Immediately afterward, she carefully opened it, and immediately burst into tears, choking and saying: "My brother's greatest wish in life is to be able to see Mrs. Xue Yi's handwriting with his own eyes, and now that he has really seen it, he has already returned to the west." ”
Bai Qingqing didn't expect Jiang Wanxiu to come to such a show, Mrs. Xue Yi's notebook, that is a priceless treasure!
Jiang Wanxiu was so generous in order to please Mr. Zhong!
Bai Qingqing was jealous and resentful in his heart, and then turned his head and blamed Jiang Wanxiu: "Since my sister has this notebook in her hand, why don't you take it out earlier." ”
After all, Mr. Zhong's brother died a year ago.
Jiang Wanxiu glanced at Bai Qingqing coldly, and said to Mr. Zhong: "Don't blame you, sir, the student saw an old beggar dying of hunger on the side of the road last month, so he gave him ten taels of silver. ”
"The old beggar gave me this notebook, I thought it was just an ordinary notebook, but when I turned it out last night, I realized that it was Mrs. Xue Yi's ink treasure."
I didn't expect that there was such an adventure in the calligraphy that everyone longed for, Mr. Zhong was amazed and said with a smile: "It can be seen that this is also the result of your good thoughts." ”
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Zhong returned the calligraphy to Jiang Wanxiu, and said: "Since it is in your hands, it is naturally your thing, let me just take a look, Mr. Xue Yi and Mrs. Xue Yi did not charge a penny when they opened the school, as the descendants of the Zhong family, how can I keep your things for myself?" ”
Hearing this, Jiang Wanxiu thought for a while and said, "Sir, why don't you take this notebook back to the Zhong family first, and give it to me later, how about it?" ”
It would also be nice if you could bring back the copybook for the children of the Zhong family to grind and watch.
With this in mind, Mr. Chung readily agreed, "So be it." ”
With such a play, Mr. Zhong's bad impression of Jiang Wanxiu was swept away, and during the conversation, Mr. Zhong found that Jiang Wanxiu had many unique views on calligraphy, painting, calligraphy and painting, which were very consistent with her, so he liked Jiang Wanxiu even more.
Bai Qingqing gritted his teeth when he saw it, so he squeezed Jiang Wanxiu aside and said coquettishly: "Sir, the student can't figure out this sentence, you can help me take a look." ”
Mr. Zhong glanced at it and said, "You can read through the poems I asked you to read first." ”
Xia Zhu and Qiu Ju laughed, Bai Qingqing's face was red and blue for a while, and he was embarrassed, and reluctantly retreated.
As a result, in the evening, everyone had dinner in Heshoutang, and Bai Qingqing told the old lady about the calligraphy, and pretended to be pity:
"Grandmother, Mrs. Xue Yi's calligraphy is priceless, and Sister Xiu gave the notebook to Mr. Zhong without consulting with the elders, although Mr. Zhong confiscated it in the end, but next time there is such a thing, Sister Xiu can't do it."
A table of people looked at Jiang Wanxiu in surprise when they heard this, and Jiang Chao asked again and again: "Xiu'er, is that really Mrs. Xue Yi's copybook?" ”
Jiang Wanxiu's brother Jiang Yu looked a little disapproving: "Sister, how precious Mrs. Xue Yi's notebook is, how can you give it away at will?" ”
Although the old lady had never heard of this notebook, what she cared more about was that Jiang Wanxiu actually gave away the things at home without saying a word.