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Because the first time Ji Mo told Kuang Yuan that he wanted to learn music, he saw Kuang Yuan playing the piano, so when Kuang Yuan taught Ji Mo, he also started from the piano.

"Music has eight tones, and there are eight kinds of utensils, gold, stone, silk, bamboo, gourd, soil, leather, and wood... Gold is a bell, a pan, an instrument of great music. It can be seen that banquets and sacrifices are not folk pleasures, and they are combined with exhausted, unheard common people... The sounds of silk, qin, and harp can be combined, entertained, and spared. Elegant music for music, music together..."

When Kuang Yuan talked about musical instruments, he vividly remembered them.

The classroom for the two of them is not in the room, but in front of the bamboo forest. This is Kuang Yuan's favorite place. Sitting here, the breeze is bright and the sun is shining, and the bamboo forest is secluded.

Ji Mo listened carefully, brushed off the broken hair that always came to disturb him, quietly adjusted his posture, changed the direction, faced the wind, let the wind blow over his cheeks, and brushed the broken hair back so as not to touch his cheeks. disturb.

Kuang Yuan sat sideways, sitting next to Ji Mo, only part of his long hair was tied up, and the rest was tied together, tied with a ribbon, and placed on the leeward side. From Ji Mo's angle, there were some women Gentle feeling, more soft.

"...Bamboo, flute, chi, and flute have many holes in their bodies, and their sounds are clear and clear, like the breeze in the bamboo forest, going up and down, as if spreading to the sky..."

As Kuang Yuan said, he looked up to the sky, the sky was just right, the sky was blue and white clouds, the leisurely floating clouds drifted away, if there were strands of them, lingering in the sky, lingering.

Ji Mo also looked up, only to feel that the oncoming breeze followed his movements, blowing directly from the neck to the belly, and the coolness made people shrink their necks, as if they were afraid of the cold.

Kuang Yuan didn't care about Ji Mo's actions, but continued to say that the knowledge seemed to be in his heart, without thinking at all, and he said it slowly, like a mantra.

It took a long time to teach and learn, and it was only at lunch time that the tea on the table was already empty. Kuang Yuan didn't let people around him in his daily life, and he didn't let the servants approach him when he was teaching, until the lecture was over. , just now let Nanny come over, hugged Ji Mo and walked with her.

The father and son seldom ate together, seeing the nanny following Kuang Yuan all the way, Ji Mo just knew that they were going to eat together today.

"If you want to learn, you can't be casual about the meals."

As Kuang Yuan said so, he first asked Ji Mo to look at the food on the table. He didn't need to look at the specifics, but just the color, and it was very bland.

This is to... protect your throat?

Ji Mo has only heard that singers have such a requirement not to eat irritating food and the like. Could it be that musicians also have it, oh, by the way, do musicians also have to sing?

Looking at Kuang Yuan's expression, Ji Mo didn't rashly ask such inappropriate words, Kuang Yuan just taught him how to learn music, and didn't say that he was a musician, so Ji Mo couldn't directly use the word "musician".

"sit down."

It wasn't until being placed at the table by the nanny and Ji Mo looked at Kuang Yuan opposite him that he realized that this was actually the first time the two of them ate at the same table.

This is also something that can't be helped, Ji Mo was too young before, and the food he ate was different from adults, so it was useless to sit at the same table in vain.

What's more, in ancient times, there was a system of sharing meals. Men and women had different tables, and the elderly and children also had different tables. Moreover, as the head of the family, Kuang Yuan didn't necessarily have to eat at the same table with his son to show his father-son relationship. deep.

Kuang Yuan is an adult, and he can eat by himself, but Ji Mo is still a child, and needs to be watched by the nanny, watching the dishes, and putting them into Ji Mo's bowl one by one, watching him chew slowly, if he takes a bite If you don't eat it anymore, Mammy won't hold this category anymore.

Unless Kuang Yuan speaks out and forbids him to be picky eaters, Ji Mo can still be more at ease.

Even so, this rule is still a bit big.

Fortunately, Ji Mo is a child, so it's not so surprising that he doesn't get used to it, he has enough time to get used to it slowly.

There was no talking about food, after the meal, neither of them spoke, after the meal, Kuang Yuan asked the nanny to report to Ji Mo for a lunch break, and he had his own place to go, so Ji Mo didn't need to worry about it.

When Ji Mo was carried away, he even looked back.

In the hall, Kuang Yuan, who was sitting sideways on the side, leaned against the window, looking at the sky leisurely. The blue sky and white clouds were reflected in his black eyes, like an empty picture, inexplicably lonely.

After a long time, that scene became Ji Mo's memory of Kuang Yuan's first appearance in front of his eyes. Sometimes too deep memories always come so casually. Only when I recalled did I realize that what I remember the most is actually Is that so?

Ji Mo didn't have the habit of taking a nap before. At noon, it was very quiet. Maybe it was because most people would go to take a nap. It was more suitable for people to spread their minds and quietly think about things that they didn't know what they were. Or simply empty your mind and take a short break.

In this life, he has cultivated the habit of taking a nap since he was a child.

Maybe I have been a baby again many times, and I have long been familiar with a certain routine, knowing when to crawl, when to walk, and when to talk, and I am no longer so worried and cautious. Moreover, the language system in this life seems to be It is also very studious, which makes people less worried and more able to feel the passage of time with confidence.

The servants around him don't like to talk, it's okay when they are with Kuang Yuan, the feeling of equality will make Ji Mo more comfortable, but when he is alone in the room, facing those servants who look like clay sculptures and wood carvings At that time, he didn't know what to do and what to say.

Ji Mo doesn't like to perform to other people, but he always has to think, what will happen if he doesn't act like a child in front of his servants?

He has to be a child, and the first thing to do is to have a standardized schedule.

Mammy said she would take a nap, so why didn't he?

Instead of being overwhelmed with wide-eyed eyes and being overwhelmed by the heavy air that seems to have substance, it is better to close your eyes and immerse yourself in dreamland.

In the afternoon, Kuang Yuan might not ask Ji Mo to go to class, but he would not let him move around at will. He would arrange some homework for him to complete, or read the music score, or let Ji Mo identify those musical instruments .

Ji Mo went to the room where various musical instruments were placed for the second time, and when he saw those musical instruments, he found a difference. Under the musical instruments that had no labels at all, there were small labels one by one. Looking at the text, it was clearly Kuang Yuan. the book.

The names of each musical instrument are not long, but with so many musical instruments, labeling them one by one, even if they are familiar by heart, this work will take a certain amount of time.

Kuang Yuan put his heart into it.

This level of knowledge made Ji Mo feel at ease, and he didn't know what to say, but facing Kuang Yuan, he couldn't really feel at ease, maybe he really picked him up?

When he heard Kuang Yuan talk about the origin of his name, he didn't believe it when he heard the statement picked up from the bamboo forest. There may be fakes about such things, but there is obviously no mistress or female mother in this house. The characters feel that there is a problem.

Of course, it could also be that Kuang Yuan is too young to look like he is the age to have children.

Ji Mo was thinking, maybe he was really thrown into the bamboo forest by some people, a boy born out of concubine, would he be regarded as a threat by the aunt and thrown outside?

This is also possible.

He didn't make too many guesses about it. For him, parents in every world are destined to be together.

Sometimes, Ji Mo wondered narcissistically, did he also acquire the true essence of Taoism with his mentality?

Kuang Yuan's teaching is step-by-step, and he is not impatient. The more time Ji Mo spends with him, he realizes that his friend Ji Chen comes too frequently.

"Does he live nearby, too?"

Ji Mo once asked curiously.

Kuang Yuan's expression was a little strange, "Nearby? I guess."

"Doesn't he have a home of his own?" Ji Mo asked again, implying how he got old.

No one likes to suddenly find a pair of eyes watching behind them when they are concentrating on their studies. Even if the owner of those eyes is still some distance away, it is as if the head of the class teacher popped out of the rear window, making people invisible and fearful.

Ji Mo is a little afraid of Ji Chen, that man's city is too deep, I'm sure, he is the kind of unfathomable character that makes people invisible and fearful.

"Haha...he has many homes."

Kuang Yuan didn't know what was funny, so he laughed loudly, leaning back and forth, couldn't straighten up for a while, and hugged Ji Mo in his arms, laughing until Ji Mo couldn't figure it out, what he said was very funny ?

In retrospect, there is nothing too much!

"If you don't like him, just ignore him."

Kuang Yuan wiped away the tears from laughing, and said a few more words for a while, "He is kind to me, you have to remember!"

Does this mean you are not being rude?

Ji Mo was a little hesitant, not sure if his understanding was correct. The key was that Kuang Yuan seemed straightforward, but he always had some unpredictable emotions.

"What's the matter?"

Ji Mo probed, and asked in a low voice, a little nervous, would Kuang Yuan answer this kind of question?

Kuang Yuan smiled and patted his head, "Naturally, it is the grace of never giving up! If you don't give up, you should accept it!"

As he spoke, he laughed again, as if what he said was ridiculous.

Ji Mo was very speechless. He wondered if Kuang Yuan was a little nervous, but if there was, let it be. Fortunately, he was his master. Even if he was not his biological father, he would not despise him.

Recalling the past, those people who could be his masters, extraordinary talents, seemed to have some extraordinary eccentricities, some were easy to discover, some were much more subtle, and some until the end Ji Mo couldn't be sure whether the other party had Certain aspects of character.

"?" As if he didn't understand, Ji Mo showed a puzzled look, but Kuang Yuan didn't continue to explain, and after calming down the laughter, he said to him seriously, "It's my favor, you don't need to pay it back, and you don't need to worry about it. "