Today is the first time that Jing Ruhua has given worry-free class, Li Rujia's class is in the afternoon, and Jing Ruhua's class is scheduled in the evening.

"Sister Weiliang, do you want me to do my homework too?" Worry-free lying on the desk, looking at the picturesque scenery pitifully, writing homework is terrible.

"What do you want to learn?" Jing Ruhua did not answer her directly, but asked her.

"I want to fly, Sister Weiliang, you can take me to fly." Carefree stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretches out his arms and looks at the sky.

Jing Ruhua looked at this ten-year-old child, an unsound family, and an abnormal childhood, her heart was innocent, but fragile.

"If you want to fly, you have to grow wings first." Jing Ruxiang stood next to the carefree side, looking down on Kyoto, the traffic was busy, the lights were bright, and the people seemed so small.

"Well, I will." Worry-free turned her head sideways, looking at Sister Weiliang beside her, the lights were bright, and Sister Weiliang's side was so sharp and brought her hope, this scene was enough for her to remember for a lifetime.

"Let's go to class." Jing Ruhua touched her head, walked to the desk, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from her bag, laid it out, polished the ink, dipped it in ink, lifted the pen, and wrote Luo Wuwu's name on the paper.

"Sister Weiliang, do you want to teach me calligraphy?" looked at it with worry-free curiosity, although I couldn't read calligraphy, I just felt that this word looked really good, better than the TV series.

"Teach you how to be a man." Jing Ruhua put down her pen and looked at her and said seriously.

"Don't worry, people are selfish, remember, only you love yourself."

"Sister Weiliang, I don't like him." Carefree said sullenly. "He sometimes comes back very late, my mother sits all night, and I don't come home for a few days, I eavesdrop on my mother and him on the phone, my mother is still crying, he has a woman outside, Sister Weiliang, I don't want to stay here."

Jing Ruhua looked at Wuwu with her head down, her fingers twisted together, and she didn't know what to say for a while, the matter between the child and her parents, she was not good at pointing fingers as an outsider.

"Get rid of the people you don't like." Jing Ruhua added.

"How do you get rid of it?" Luo looked up without worry.

"Kill, or make him disappear from your sight forever." Jing Ruhua's eyes narrowed, and the hand stroking her hair paused.

"I see." Carefree nodded.

Luo Wuwu's life principles were learned from Jing Ruhua, which was also a turning point that changed her fate.

Then Jing Ruhua sat down and took the textbook and began to speak, English Jing Ruhua looked at it, and said to the carefree and expectant eyes, "You don't want to learn this, I will speak English with you, and I will naturally understand." "After a long time in the environment, the language will naturally be known, which is also the experience of traveling around the world in the past.

"What about this?" Carefree pointed to the history book.

"You listen to the story at night." Since the class arranged for Jing Ruhua is at night, Jing Ruhua can stay at Sanssouci at night, which is also Wuwu begged for a long time Luo Xiao persuaded Jingruhua for a long time before agreeing to come down, it is indeed not safe for a girl to go home at night.

"What about this?" Worry-free looked at the junior high school geography book, because Worry-free had never gone to school, the knowledge was taught by Luo Xiao, and the learning was also very messy, and some of them would not, so the textbooks for elementary and junior high schools were bought.

"Just go out and see more." Jing Ruhua touched his carefree head.

"What about this?" Carefree reading the political book.

"You're not going to be an official." Jing Ruhua smiled and shook her head.

"What about language? You have to endorse it. With Jing Ruhua's denial, the carefree smiling face is getting bigger and bigger, it's really good, you don't have to learn so many things.

"Listen, I'll tell you." Jing Ruhua picked up her textbook, which was a classical Chinese essay about Jing Ke's assassination of the King of Qin.

"Jing Ke is an indecisive person, looking at a decent man and a gentleman, he is really a villain, and King Qin doesn't know that he is a political victim." The scenery is picturesque.

"Sister Weiliang, why? He is a hero. Carefree asked.

"Is King Qin's side so easy to approach? Hello is too small, history always deceives future generations. Jing Ruhua smiled lightly.

Carefree looked at her as if he didn't understand.