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Wei Xian is nearly [-] years old, and as a private tutor, he has devoted himself to tutoring.

Two 10-minute classes, with a 5-minute break in between, the pace is faster than at school, probably because it is more relaxed at home, and it is also one-on-one teaching, and the learning speed has also increased a lot.

Mi Yang wrote his homework first, the course was mainly for Bai Luochuan, he was an auditor.

Mi Yang finished his homework slowly while listening. Teacher Wei checked it for him specially, flipped through a few pages, nodded in satisfaction and said: "Mi Yang's writing is good, everything is done correctly."

Bai Luochuan also finished his own exercises, and showed it to Wei Xian, who also praised him, "It's ok, I didn't make any mistakes this time, and yesterday's place was also corrected." He gave Bai Luochuan a few more similar questions , watching Young Master Bai go to write, said to Mi Yang, "You can rest for a while today, don't be too tired, go and play!"

Bai Luochuan looked up at him, held the pen and stopped writing.

Mi Yang looked around and said, "Grandpa Wei, then I'll sit in the back and make models for a while without talking, is that okay?"

Wei Xian nodded in agreement, he has always been tolerant towards students who are good at studying and obedient.

The nib of Bai Luochuan's pen that had stopped moved again, and he was immersed in the questions.

Mi Yang went to the back and hugged the box of Lego building blocks, sat down on a round soft carpet, and began to put together seriously.

During the World Cup last year, Lego blocks suddenly became popular. At first, they were paired with a brewed drink called "Gao Lego" as a gift. When you buy a can of "Gao Lego" during the World Cup, you will get a football figurine as a gift. The pose is interesting.

Mi Yang played with Bai Luochuan for a while last year, and made up a dozen football figurines.Bai Luochuan is very active and can't stay at home, but here in winter when it snows heavily, Mrs. Bai sent a large box of Lego bricks back to coax them to practice their hands-on skills, but last year they only played three sets of Lego bricks. It snowed heavily and failed to keep Young Master Bai, so the model was only half put together and left there.

Mi Yang had nothing to do, and the tutoring class was over, so he sat in the back and started to do things freely.

Lego blocks are small, and you can put them together in any way, not necessarily according to the drawings. Mi Yang grabbed a small handful for practice. He likes small toys made with this kind of action. In the past, he also made a part-time job to earn money. The real estate model of time is much more complicated than this, and this is the real entertainment.

He struggled for a while and made several small animals. Peacocks and cheetahs are the most similar. The hippopotamus is a bit too round, but it is quite interesting to install two front teeth.

Seeing that there was still a model of the Temple of Heaven in the Forbidden City that Bai Luochuan had put together in the box, and there was a blueprint next to it, so Mi Yang picked it up and looked at the blueprint and put it together for him.He has strong hands-on ability, and he is also the fastest at playing with models. Basically, he can tell the general idea at a glance, and his fingers move nimbly, as if those small pieces of building blocks are made of plasticine. You can figure out what it looks like.

Wei Xian specially chose this box of building blocks to store in the study, and it also had a purpose.

He usually takes this as a reward, and he can play for a few minutes after completing the questions. At first, he thought it would be for Mi Yang to practice his hands-on ability, and for Bai Luochuan to hone his temper. If you can't learn anything, it's better to entertain and teach.But now it seems that Mi Yang has cheerfully regarded this as a pure reward, what about Master Bai's temperament... As long as Mi Yang is in the study, he can basically control it.

Wei Xian couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it's still easy to take care of the two, but it's really difficult to take care of only Young Master Bai.

Young Master Bai looked at the side after writing for a while, seeing that he couldn't sit still anymore, Teacher Wei looked at the time and said: "Luo Chuan also take a rest, you learned well today."

Bai Luochuan immediately went to Mi Yang's side, sat on the carpet and played with those small toys together with him, seeing the delicate and beautiful little peacock, he even held it up for the teacher to show: "Grandpa Wei, look at this!"

Wei Xian took it over and looked at it carefully, then praised with a smile: "Not bad, your hands are very skillful!"

Bai Luochuan seemed to have received a compliment, with a slightly smug expression, after showing the teacher to read it, he immediately took it back, put it in the bookcase behind, and stood there admiring it for a while, feeling very satisfied.

After playing for a while, Mi Yang put away the building blocks and sat at the small table beside him to listen to the lecture.

After watching the building blocks, Bai Luochuan became more obedient, and studied the next course seriously, and saw that the textbook was already about to read the content of the second grade.

Wei Xian assigned them different courses. When Bai Luochuan was doing arithmetic, he asked Mi Yang to write an article to read.

Mi Yang no longer used his left hand to write in front of him. The old man taught him seriously, and he had to show a serious attitude towards learning. Moreover, Wei Xian saw a lot of similar "little geniuses" in the Shanghai stock market. Some of them could win calligraphy gold medals at the age of five , when he first saw the word Mi Yang, he thought it was good, but it was not amazing.

Calligraphy really requires a bit of talent. Mi Yang can only say that his handwriting is beautiful among ordinary people, but it is just a shell, and it cannot stand up to careful scrutiny.

But no matter what, Wei Xian was very satisfied with the neat handwriting that a seven-year-old child could write. He stroked the gray beard on his chin, nodded repeatedly: "Not bad, but you are all wrong, like this Huifeng, you have to come here...who did you learn from?"

It's hard to say that Mi Yang liked to learn by himself in his previous life, so he said vaguely: "My old man taught me."

Teacher Wei nodded, and said: "It's okay to fool the layman, but you have to practice from the beginning when you write seriously."

Mi Yang nodded in agreement.

Wei Xian went to get another copybook and asked him to write by comparison. He taught him while scribing the characters with his fingers: "Since you like it, you should do the basic skills from the beginning. You can practice by comparing this copybook. This word is very good, elegant, clear, simple, quiet...the back is flexible, concealed but not exposed, beautiful!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help admiring himself. Mr. Wei has two hobbies, tea and books. For tea, you need hot clear soup and good tea. Books are miscellaneous books. You like to glance at everything, and you also like to collect books.When he came here, he knew that there were not many bookstores here, so he packed a suitcase full of books and brought them here, and this copybook was one of the copies he brought.

Mi Yang asked with interest: "Are there many people who have learned to write this kind of characters?"

Wei Xian clicked his tongue, and said: "Practicing calligraphy is something that I have to do alone. I have to endure loneliness. Let alone Mr. Qi Gong's calligraphy, it is the ones of Tang and Song Dynasties. It has been passed down for many years. Everyone knows something good, and how many of them study it seriously? Nowadays, people are more applauded than learn to write. If you write steadily for more than ten or twenty years, it is a good job. "

He assigned homework to the two children, and sat back at his desk to continue reading. As expected of a bookworm, the book in hand was a little loose, and he held it carefully, turning the pages lightly. It couldn't be lighter.

Mi Yang looked up, and his eyes stayed more on the old book in Teacher Wei's hand.It was "On Ancient Fonts". Mi Yang had good eyesight. He saw that on the cover at the back of the book was written Cultural Relics Publishing House. He happened to have edited such a book before. If he read it correctly, it should be in 1964. The old version of the old book, the antique book from 30 years ago, has been read so many times, and no matter how cherished it is, the pages are a little bit off.

Mi Yang's heart itched unbearably, and he couldn't help but looked up the old book twice more.

He was right when he introduced himself when he first entered Class [-] of the third grade. His hobbies are indeed small handicrafts and writing.

However, among his hobbies, writing is only slightly interested, and what he really likes is handwork—the restoration of ancient books.For this reason, he is also very interested in calligraphy and painting. He learned a lot of knowledge about chemistry and biology when he was studying. Nice repair paper.However, these are also interests derived from assisting in the restoration of ancient books. Whenever Mi Yang looks at the damaged old books, he feels that they are "sick books". "Similarly, there is a special sense of intimacy and accomplishment when watching the recovery of "sick books" in your hands.

When Mi Yang was in college, he wanted to major in library. He has strong hands-on ability, and there is a department of restoration of ancient books, which he likes the most. , all changed careers.Mi Yang's family members did not support it either, and after discussing it, Mi Yang had no choice but to give up.

However, he did not completely give up on this small hobby. He did a lot of similar jobs by himself. At the beginning, he was able to withdraw money to pay off the mortgage. It was thanks to his ability to do "small handicrafts". Received several private orders and made a lot of money.

If he hadn't gone back and started again in the blink of an eye, he should have planned to become a restorer of ancient books after paying off the mortgage.

Mi Yang felt a little pain when he thought of that house.

I quickly wrote a few words and calmed down.

Bai Luochuan watched him raise his head for a while, feeling a little strange, so he also glanced at him, but he only saw Mr. Wei reading with a book in his hands, nothing unusual.Young Master Bai tilted his head to look, and his gaze also fell on the book.

On weekends, Mi Yang hugged a pillow to accompany Young Master Bai to sleep with him as usual. After he transferred to the third grade, Bai Luochuan began to let him sleep with him on weekends. The more troubles occurred, Mi Yang got used to it. .

Just as Mi Yang put his little pillows side by side with Bai Luochuan's, he saw Young Master Bai sitting cross-legged on the bed, and said to him with bright eyes, "Little boy, I'll give you something!"

There was a bad premonition in Mi Yang's heart. When Young Master Bai triumphantly took out a wrapped thing from under the pillow and motioned him to open it for himself, Mi Yang felt something was wrong when he took it. When he opened it, his scalp was numb. Yes, it really is Teacher Wei Xian's "On Ancient Fonts".

Mi Yang said: "What are you doing with this? Send it back to Grandpa Wei, he treasures this book the most."

Bai Luochuan said: "He has some business to ask for leave to go back to the Shanghai Stock Exchange, and he won't be back until at least three days! I'll show you this weekend, you've been watching it all day, don't you really want to see it?"

Mi Yang looked at Young Master Bai, and then lowered his head to look at the "sick book" lying there quietly - judging from the symptoms, it was just a slight page-off and curled or broken footer, which were all minor problems. The fingers couldn't help but move around.

"You said Grandpa Wei won't come back until three days later, right?"

"Correct!"

The author has something to say:

Mi Yang (rubbing hands): Come on, let's do something big.