The Red Mansions

Chapter 47 Qingwen: This is... I wrote it?

In the carriage, Jia Heng said: "Mr. Song, this is so troublesome..."

Song Yuan had already reached out to grab the lantern hanging from the beam of the carriage, lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage, stood in front of the carriage, and said with a smile: "It rained all day today, and it's night again, there is a lot of water on the ground, you go back like this, It may be inconvenient to travel, so it's better to take a car. Well, you don't need to be polite, and after I leave duty tomorrow, I will prepare a small feast at home, and then I will talk."

Scholars often don't like uninvited guests. Whether it's a visit or a guest, any appointment is often solemn.

One to ask, two to call, and three to mention Liu.

Hearing this, Jia Heng thought that this seemed to be a good idea to form a family. He cupped his hands at Song Yuan and said, "Since I have received such kindness, I would like to thank you sir."

Song Yuan nodded, held the lantern, waved his hands, and walked towards the house.

The carriage rattled and turned, Jia Heng told the old servant of the Song family who was driving the carriage the address, and then drove towards Ningrong Street.

In the carriage, Jia Heng's face was calm. The lanterns hanging outside the street shops and the gates of the house crossed and passed by. The sparse lights illuminated the stern face that was resting with eyes closed.

Jia Heng gradually closed his eyes, his thoughts were surging, and he began to review the experiences of the past few days and his plans for the future.

This is his habit of serving as a border guard in his previous life, writing some daily summaries, summarizing the past and thinking about the future.

The day before yesterday, she initially resolved her predecessor's marriage problems, and then had a conflict with Jia Zhen. She intended to cut off the Jia family, but Jia's mother gave Qingwen to him, which temporarily bridged the split.

Of course, this depends on...

In addition, the simple social relationship of the original body has been further expanded, martial arts can be regarded as settled, and efforts towards the direction of imperial examinations and official careers have some prospects.

"We must pay special attention to the communication between people." Thinking of the conversation with Mr. Song just now, such a sentence suddenly appeared in Jia Heng's heart, and he immediately suppressed it.

"For some time to come, I still have to be busy getting married, going to school, practicing martial arts..."

Jia Heng thought about it, and finally let himself go and stopped thinking.

"Young Master Jia, we have arrived at the wicker alley. The entrance of the alley is too narrow for the carriage to enter." When Jia Heng's thoughts were racing, the old servant outside the carriage pulled the reins to stop the carriage and said.

Jia Heng opened his eyes, under his sword eyebrows, his pupils were shining, took the umbrella and cloth bag at the side, pulled out the curtain, cupped his hands and said: "Thank you, old man, please also pay my respects to Mr. Song."

The old servant responded with a smile, then drove the carriage and walked towards the outside of Ningrong Street.

In Jia's house, after Jia Heng entered the courtyard, he was talking with Aunt Cai.

"Brother Heng, I came back quite early today. I was just saying, there is water on the road, why did you come back? I just wanted Uncle Li to pick you up." Aunt Cai walked out of the stove, holding a Basin of hot water said.

"A gentleman stopped by and gave me a ride." Jia Heng explained, walking under the eaves, and asked, "Have you and Qingwen eaten?"

While speaking, when she raised her eyes, she saw Qingwen wearing a green skirt and holding a handkerchief, standing pretty under the eaves of the corridor.

Facing the young man's gaze, Qingwen stepped forward quickly, took the cloth bag, umbrella and other things from Jia Heng's hand, and said: "We have eaten, my lord?"

Jia Heng nodded and said, "I've eaten."

While talking, the master and servant entered the east window room. Jia Heng put the manuscript on the bookshelf, and waved to Qingwen who was making tea, and said: "It's still early, today I will teach you how to recognize a few words." .”

As he spoke, he turned to the first page of "Thousand Characters".

Qingwen pursed her pink lips, came forward with her water snake waist twisted, put the fragrant tea next to the desk, her apricot eyes were a bit afraid, and said: "My lord, I really want to learn."

"Come here quickly, after you finish studying, I still have to write a manuscript." Jia Heng stood up, took Qingwen's arm, sat her on the chair, and then sat aside.

At this moment, the two of them sat side by side behind a long desk, illuminated by lanterns and candles, and they really had a sense of sight of junior high school students studying at night in their previous lives.

Qingwen turned her head slightly, and peeked at the young man beside her. She saw that the side face was illuminated by the lights, not as cold as before, but with soft lines. For some reason, she only felt a heart beating a little faster suddenly, and her cheeks were a little hot.

"These eight characters are, the heaven and the earth are mysterious and yellow, and the universe is prehistoric." Jia Heng said, but there was no response. He turned his head to look at Qing Wen, who was looking downcast and distracted, frowned, and flicked her fingers lightly. Brain-broken, he said in a clear voice, "What are you thinking about, concentrate on it."

Qingwen said "Ah", the first reaction was Liu Ye's eyebrows were erected, her almond eyes were round, she subconsciously wanted to yell, but when the words came to her mouth, she realized under the warm gaze, snorted softly, and pouted Cherry Little in aggrieved Opening his mouth, he said in a clear voice, "My lord, why are you beating someone?"

Jia Heng said helplessly: "Let's see, I didn't exert much force just now. I didn't feel any pain. I was in love just now."

At this moment, check the girl's forehead, under the air bangs, it is as clear as jade, and there is no red mark or anything.

Qingwen met that warm gaze, especially the heat that seemed to flow from her brows, eyes and cheeks, which seemed to be refreshing, she quickly turned her head and said: "No, it doesn't hurt, I was distracted just now. "

"Yeah, I won't play you next time, learn how to read." Jia Heng nodded and said to Qingwen in a warm voice.

"Mmm." Qingwen replied with a voice like a mosquito.

Afterwards, Qingwen didn't get distracted when she read the characters, and followed Jia Heng to read the pronunciation of the characters. Among them, Jia Heng wrote small cards on jute paper and played a word guessing game for Qing Wen to identify and deepen her memory.

She is a little girl, she learns things quickly, but within half an hour, Qingwen has already recognized two sets of cards, sixteen characters.

Jia Heng thought about it, and felt that it was better to take it easy the first day, so he picked up the teacup on the side and said with a smile: "You are a beginner, come here first."

However, Qingwen was still a little unsatisfied, raised her charming and bright melon-seeded face, and said with a smile: "Master, why don't you teach me how to write."

Jia Heng smiled and said: "First recognize the eighty characters of Bai'er, and then it's not too late to write. No one will become fat in one sitting."

Qingwen said softly: "My lord...I want to write my own name, the lord wrote to me in the morning...those two words."

Jia Heng was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then said softly, "Okay."

As he said, he took a brush, handed it to Qingwen, and said, "To learn calligraphy, you must first learn to hold a brush."

Seeing Qingwen reaching out her left hand to pick it up, she looked at the plain hand whose nails were painted with Impatiens flower juice, and laughed, and said: "Beginners often like to write with their left hand. Although I think it is cheap, most people use their right hand. ...It is better to use the right hand."

Qingwen curled her lips and stretched out her other hand.

Jia Heng demonstrated first, explained the essentials of holding the pen, and said why she held the pen like this, and whether it is effective, and then asked Qingwen to hold the pen.

But anyone who has studied calligraphy knows that the movement of holding a pen needs to be corrected many times.

At the beginning, Qingwen felt that nothing was right, and she was a little irritable for a while. She put the brush on the paper and said angrily: "It's too difficult, I...I..."

I waited for a long time, met those "like a father, like a brother" eyes, and swallowed the three words "I don't want to learn anymore" into my throat.

She originally thought that writing was as fun as recognizing characters, but she didn't expect that she couldn't even hold a pen correctly.

She just wanted to write down her name, why is it so difficult.

This is the mentality of a beginner, eager to see feedback, but many things in the world are often not worth the effort, and the accumulation of less makes more.

Success requires persistence, and happiness can often last for a long time. This is called delayed gratification. On the contrary, happiness like nipple pleasure is cheap and short-lived.

Jia Heng thought for a while, picked up the brush, smiled lightly, and said, "Holding a brush is really not as difficult as holding a needle for embroidery, so don't be so impatient."

Qingwen raised her eyes to look at the boy, turned her face away, bit her lower lip lightly with her white teeth, and said, "Master, it's me, it's me...too stupid."

Jia Heng smiled and said, "Qing Wen, who is so ingenious and handy, how could she be so stupid?"

Jia Heng thought for a while, then said softly: "Why don't I take you to write a few words first, to find out how I feel."

Said, picked up the brush, grabbed Qingwen's right hand, stuffed the brush into the girl's hand, and under the girl's shy and surprised eyes, held the pen holder and wrote on the jute paper.

"Qingwen."

Looking at the handwriting written on the jute paper and feeling the kindness from the palm, Qingwen ignored the shyness for a moment, and murmured: "This is... written by me?"

(End of this chapter)