Rebirth of the Son Raiders

Lin Yanhong's stature is actually about the same as Prince Yu's, but he has a gentle temperament and a calmness beyond that of a teenager. He looks a little bigger than Li Jingcheng.

Holding Li Jingcheng's right hand, writing stroke by stroke on the paper, Lin Yanhong suddenly felt like an older brother.

This feeling is very strange, and it makes him feel a little joy, a little jump, and a sense of satisfaction that is different from self-growth.

He couldn't help sighing in his heart: No wonder everyone in the world likes to be a teacher. It turns out that teaching children to write has such a sense of accomplishment.

When it comes to brotherhood, Lin Yanxing has to be compared.

In Lin Yanhong's memory, he and Lin Yanxing seem to have never been so close, whether in "the previous life" or in this life.

When he was young, he was in poor health and often had headaches and brain fever, which were actually weak and would not be passed on to others.

But Mrs. Zhen guarded against him tightly, for fear that Lin Yanhong would pass on his illness to her parents and children, so she tried every means to isolate their brothers.

Later, both of them grew up and failed to establish a brotherhood, so they naturally drifted away.

Especially after Lin Yanxing became famous in Yunyang City with a regulated poem, he wrote many excellent works and gradually became proud of his talents. He should really look down on his elder brother, who is frail and sick and unable to go to school, from the bottom of his heart.

So don't talk about asking him for advice and communication, even if he greets his brother in a normal meeting, it is also secretly contemptuous.

Even if Lin Yanhong doesn't like this younger brother, he has to admit that he is excellent in poetry. Although his style is a little unstable or even very different, he is still very talented and spiritual in general, which is hard to catch up with.

He didn't think that the elders would know more than the younger ones, but as the elder brother, he was completely overshadowed by his younger brother Guanghua, so Lin Yanhong inevitably felt depressed.

In his "last life", he was unwilling to do this, even though he couldn't study in the Lin residence, he never gave up on himself.

Now recuperating in the mountains, learning and resting, I feel that my horizons have broadened, and things that I couldn't understand in the past are all easily solved.

While reading, listening to Master Wujue's lectures, while resting and recuperating, and then teaching Li Jing to recognize, write, and dictate human speech in his spare time... Such a life, just thinking about it, makes people feel very comfortable.

Thinking of this, Lin Yanhong couldn't help but smile, but Li Jingcheng, who just wrote the word "Li" by himself and was peeking at the expression of the person behind him, saw it.

In normal times, the boy must be very happy to see Lin Yanhong's smiling face.

But at this moment, Li Jingcheng thought that Lin Yanhong was laughing at himself for being able to write every word crookedly, without any character, and suddenly felt a little depressed.

He wanted to just throw the pen away, and then run out, ignoring this person who laughed at him, but he was inexplicably reluctant to let go, and he was ashamed and annoyed for a moment, and his whole body froze there.

Standing behind him, Lin Yanhong naturally didn't notice the young man's thoughts. He only thought that Li Jingcheng had only learned to write the character "Li", so while encouraging him to "write well", he held his hand and taught him to write the character "Jing". I wrote it again, and continued to encourage after finishing writing: "If Your Highness can recognize twenty characters today, it will be great."

Hearing this, Li Jingcheng suddenly had a feeling of driving away the clouds and mist, and his heart was full of joy. He finally didn't want to lose the pen, his ears were red, and he continued to practice honestly.

When Master Wu Jue came to Lin Yanhong's room, he saw a lot of paper covered with writing on the table, and the little wolf cub was lying on his table, gesticulating on the paper with his little paws.

Master Wu Jue took a closer look, and saw that the writing on the paper was immature at the beginning, and gradually took shape at the end. He immediately realized something, and asked with a smile, "Your Highness, have you practiced calligraphy today?"

This little thing has lived in Huayin Temple one after another for an unknown period of time, especially after he frequently regained his human form. It's not that Master Wujue never thought of teaching him to read and write.

But Li Jingcheng didn't maintain his human form for a long time, and since he was born, he was used to playing around. Every time he recognized a word, he turned back into a little wolf cub, and had to start all over again the second time he learned it.

I didn't expect him to be well-behaved by Lin Yanhong's side. Looking at this posture, I'm afraid he had practiced extremely seriously just now, and he didn't forget to "review the past and learn the new" even when he became a wolf again.

When the little wolf cub heard Master Wujue's voice, he didn't move his head, he just turned his eyes, as if saying, "Please don't disturb my study", his appearance was serious and upright, and he looked very...very pleasing Disgusted!

Master Wujue will never forget the scene when this little guy tore up the paper with a few words written on it, and it flew all over the sky like snow flakes!

Lin Yanhong originally went to open the door for Master Wujue, and then followed him to the table. Now he followed the master's gaze and saw the earnest appearance of the little wolf cub. There are three hundred thousand Chinese characters."

Hearing Lin Yanhong's praise, the little wolf cub finally twisted his head in embarrassment, and then continued to "study hard" pretending to be calm.

Master Wu Jue heard Lin Yanhong's rather proud tone, and he knew that one of them was happy teaching and the other was happy learning, and they no longer entangled in the "suffering" of the past, and even finally felt relaxed about handing over the "little burden" to others.

As a result, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became harmonious.

Lin Yanhong and Master Wujue didn't tell Li Jingcheng about King Yu, and they didn't want him to be frightened by things he couldn't do at a young age.

But they all knew in their hearts that one day Li Jingcheng would have to take care of everything by himself, as if he had to write every stroke by himself.

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After getting along with the little wolf cub day and night, Lin Yanhong realized that the time for him to recover his human form was extremely unstable.

Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I still see the round eyes of the little wolf cub. When he gets up and puts on his coat, and then turns his head to look, there is a little beauty with wheat-colored skin on the bed;

Sometimes when I went to bed at night, I felt a little fluffy paw, and in the second half of the night, I vaguely felt that someone got into my arms, and my hands and feet were wrapped around his waist.

Every time I want to remind myself that the other party is the son of Yu Wang, with a noble status, he needs to keep a distance, but seeing the trusting and dependent eyes of the little wolf cub or the little beauty, Lin Yanhong feels that he is just a child. If he keeps a distance deliberately, the child will be sensitive_ , might break his heart.

So Lin Yanhong gradually let go of his heart, only thinking that he was really his younger brother, and became closer to him.

I don't know if he is really talented or smart, or if he has laid the foundation through ten years of experience, Li Jingcheng's literacy speed is astonishingly fast.

In addition to teaching him to read, Lin Yanhong also told him some fables that are easy to understand and can teach people the truth.

This kind of story is very different from the Buddhist scriptures that Master Wujue told the little wolf cub. At least the little guy won't fall asleep immediately because he doesn't understand well.

The young man's voice was clear and melodious, which often fascinated the little wolf cub, and he didn't even remember to flick his tail.

In order to make it resonate and deepen the impression, Lin Yanhong often refers to the "protagonist" in the story as a little wolf cub.

He himself found it very interesting when he said it, and he always felt very happy after he finished speaking. The little turbidity that had accumulated in his heart because of the danger of his life before gradually dissipated.

When they were two, they would read and write in the room; when they were alone and a wolf, they would chase each other in the courtyard, or listen to Master Wujue's lectures.

As time goes by, the little guy can write more and more characters, and Lin Yanhong's body and mood are getting better and better.

In this way, more than half a month passed, and the summer heat in Liangzhou gradually dropped from the peak, but occasionally it repeated, but the mountain temple seemed to be unaware, and it was always cool as before.

At this time, news finally came from the border again. Although His Royal Highness King Yu was seriously injured, he seemed to be awake.

Along with the news, there is also a letter from King Yu.

Looking at the letter in Master Wujue's hand, Lin Yanhong's heart tightened again after he finally calmed down.

He knew that his life and death might lie between the lines on this thin page.

Master Wujue browsed the contents of the letter, his face relaxed, which made Lin Yanhong heaved a sigh of relief.

——It seems that it shouldn't be too bad...

Sure enough, Master Wujue immediately said: "King Yu is fine, he hopes you can stay in the temple for a longer time, when he comes back from the border, he will secretly visit Wushan and have something to talk to you about. "

Lin Yanhong understood that it was Master Wujue who tried his best to ensure his character and made King Yu make a compromise, but he couldn't completely rest assured of a stranger, so he might not only check his identity, but also see him with his own eyes.

It is said to be a conversation, but it is actually an examination.

However, Lin Yanhong has no shame in his heart, and naturally he is not afraid of the other party's scrutiny. If he can save his life because of this, it will be lucky.

Now it can be regarded as temporarily relieved of the worry of life, the boulder hanging in his heart fell to the ground, Lin Yanhong relaxed, and became more comfortable and cheerful than before.

That night, he happily took Li Jingcheng to practice two pieces of paper, and then each of them washed up, and gradually fell asleep with the little wolf cub in his arms.

When his consciousness began to empty, he suddenly found himself walking in the mist alone.

Recently, they all slept and ate with the little wolf cubs, so Lin Yanhong seldom used the mustard seeds in the ancient jade. Now he suddenly saw this familiar mist, and he couldn't help being a little surprised.

At this time, he found something vague in the mist ahead, and Lin Yanhong stepped forward suspiciously—could that mysterious cat appear again?

After the mist cleared, what caught his eyes was the familiar wooden house, the familiar water pool, and the stone tables and chairs.

However, there was no cat there, but a man in a pale robe sat there.

Looking from Lin Yanhong's direction, he could only see the opponent's back and the giant beast sleeping beside his legs.

That gigantic beast turned out to be an adult silver wolf with terrifying physique and aura. Even with its eyes closed and its sharp claws hidden in front of its chest, it could still make people shudder.

The man didn't seem to notice Lin Yanhong's arrival, he put a book on the table, reached out and touched Silver Wolf's head.

At this time, the giant beast that had not moved at all slowly opened its eyes, revealing eyes like lake water, deep and indifferent.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Brother Hong: It’s not bad to have such a younger brother.

Author: What is a good way?

Brother Hong: Cute and beautiful, also obedient, sleeps, writes and writes, raising a sense of accomplishment!

Author: It sounds good, as long as you are happy (￢_￢)

Brother Hong: Why does it feel like you have a weird tone, say, are you playing some bad idea?

Author: Look at the upright and serious face of the baby, how can there be bad ideas~ hehehe

――Borrowing Setting Notes――

"San Zi Jing", "Hundred Surnames" and "Thousand Characters" are collectively called "Three Hundred Thousands", also known as "Sanjia Village".

Among them, there are different opinions about the writing date of the "Three Character Classic" and the author's past dynasties, but the opinions of most scholars tend to be "Song Confucian Mr. Wang Bohou wrote the "Three Character Classic" and used it as a lesson."

"Hundred Surnames" was written in the early Northern Song Dynasty. It originally collected 411 surnames, and later added to 504, including 444 single surnames and 60 compound surnames.

The thousand-character prose was compiled by Sanqi Shilang of the Liang Dynasty during the Southern and Northern Dynasties for Zhou Xingsi.

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