Survive, the rules of rebirth for the villain witch

“That seems to make sense.”

Shen Huaiyue was persuaded by Youhuang and took a shortcut to the faculty and staff canteen.

As soon as the two appeared, they immediately attracted a lot of people's attention. Yan Rong, the person in charge of the intermediate class 1, also put down his chopsticks and walked over to ask what was going on.

You Huang told Yan Rong what had happened. Yan Rong didn't expect that he was just here to eat meat. She said with a smile, "You came to the dean for such a small matter. Isn't it a bit impulsive and reckless?"

“Whether or not I can eat meat is not a small matter to me.”

You Huang said with a serious face, "From a nutritional point of view, a substandard diet will affect my physical growth; from a learning point of view, if I don't have enough food, I won't be able to concentrate on studying, which will affect my learning results."

"Is it that serious?" Yan Nur asked with a smile.

"I don't believe you can concentrate on teaching students when you are hungry?" Youhuang muttered softly.

Yan Rong smiled and said, "You are right. We cannot let students go to school hungry, but solving the problem will take time. Whether there is corruption in the dining room remains to be verified."

"I don't care whether there is corruption in the dining room, but I am unhappy with her attitude towards female students."

Thinking of the old lady asking her to give the meat to the male student behind her, You Huang was disgusted and said angrily: "I came here first, but you want me to leave the meat for the male student behind me, why?"

Yan Rong understood the source of the problem and comforted You Huang, saying, "I will report your problem to the dean and ensure that you can eat meat tomorrow. But let's stop here for today. If we continue to make trouble, it will affect the afternoon class."

"You haven't eaten yet, so dine with us and order whatever you want."

"Is there enough meat?" You Huang asked.

"Enough."

Yan Rong personally led the two of them to pick up their meals.

Shen Huaiyue didn't expect such a pleasant surprise, and hurriedly pulled Youhuang to bow and express his gratitude.

Youhuang greeted her perfunctorily, took the tray, ordered the dishes calmly, sat down opposite Yanrong, and ate and drank as if no one was around, without any woman's reserve.

To be honest, Yan Rong was shocked by Youhuang's appetite.

The tray was piled high with food, and from his angle he could only see the bow on the back of her head swaying.

Perhaps it was because they rarely saw a little girl with such a good appetite. Looking at the tray piled with food and then seeing Youhuang eating in an unrestrained yet elegant and calm manner, the gentlemen present suddenly found it very interesting and couldn't help wanting to tease her.

A woman's voice came from the left: "Chu Youhuang, have you been eating so much meat since you returned to the Marquis' Mansion?"

You Huang swallowed the food and said, "No, I have loved eating meat since I was a child, because I found that I would have more strength after eating meat, and only with more strength can I defeat Chu Youyou."

"Is it Chu Youyou from the junior class three?" the woman continued to ask. You Huang was stunned for a moment before answering: "I don't know which class Chu Youyou is in. She is my cousin who is a few months older than me. When I was a child, she always bullied me when my parents were not at home."

"So you eat more meat just to fight back?" Yan Rong knew something about Youhuang's life experience from Chu Yi.

"I know hitting people is wrong, but you can't just let anyone bully you." You Huang said disapprovingly, "There's a saying that goes 'one punch is enough to prevent a hundred punches from coming', which means that if someone hits you for the first time and you endure it without fighting back or resisting, then they will think you are easy to bully, and everyone will bully you in the future."

"One strike is better than a hundred strikes." Yan Rong repeated this sentence and said with a smile, "You understand great principles at such a young age. No wonder Chu Yi praised you for your intelligence."

"I learned this from the book that my fourth uncle taught me." Youhuang finished speaking and buried his head in his food. Before he had taken a few bites, someone asked, "Chu Youhuang, what were the characteristics of your painting when you took the entrance qualification test yesterday?"

You Huang swallowed his food before answering: "The characteristic of ink painting is that it saves pigment and time."

Yan Rong was stunned for a moment when he heard the answer. It was obviously not what he wanted to hear. Then he heard the man continue to ask: "Who did you learn painting from outside?"

"I haven't learned from anyone specifically. I've only seen other people painting a few times at the South Market." You Huang made up an excuse and said, "You can see a lot of interesting things at the South Market."

"So you saw your lyre in the South Market as well?"

"The seven-stringed zither was taught to me by the old Taoist nun who adopted me. She plays it very well, but..."

"But what?" Hearing Youhuang's turn of events, Yan Rong couldn't help but ask curiously.

“The best musician in the South Market is not an old Taoist nun, but an unknown musician with a disfigured face, a lame leg, and three broken fingers on his right hand.”

You Huang paused to think about it and said, "The songs he wrote can attract birds and make people unable to extricate themselves after listening to them. He also invented a musical instrument that can imitate various sounds. It can play the most cheerful and heroic sounds, but it can also play out the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and the infatuated men and resentful women."

"Can you hum a song for us?" Shen Huaiyue finally couldn't help but speak.

"There are quite a few songs that can be sung. I will sing a couple of verses that I guessed and guessed for you to hear."

You Huang did not refuse, and after thinking for a while, he sang with grace: [I am still grateful to you in this life, I wish I could turn into spring mud in the next life. The wild geese pass by without leaving a trace, but the wind is affectionate, and we forget life and death in the rivers and lakes.]

Before everyone could catch up, Youhuang started to sing another song: [The moonlight is cold, I pity the bluestone slabs of someone's house... Fenghua Temple, Xueyue Nunnery, look at the pavilions and terraces, how many times have they turned and how many springs have come... The wind is silent, blowing away so many years of glory, looking back with a smile... Fenghua Temple, Xueyue Nunnery...]

"It should be Xueyuan Temple, right?"

Shen Huaiyue found that the lyrics did not match reality, and after listening to them, he could not help but remind Youhuang in a low voice.

Youhuang was speechless. She couldn't say that this was a song from the world where she lived in her previous life. The Xueyue Temple in the original lyrics had nothing to do with Xueyuan Temple.

He said the reason he had thought of long ago: "The unknown musician must have been persecuted. His throat was injured and he could hardly speak clearly, let alone sing. I could only guess a small part of the lyrics."

"Is that unknown musician still in the South Market?"

Yan Rong asked Youhuang seriously while savoring the song, and Shen Huaiyue also looked delighted, as the song was really beautiful.

You Huang shook his head and said, "The nameless musician died of illness a few years ago. No one believed that a man with a broken finger, deaf and dumb could write such a beautiful piece of music. If the music could not be sold, he would have no livelihood. He died of a serious illness."

"It's a pity that he died."

Shen Huaiyue felt deeply sorry when she thought of that man's talent.

You Huang buried his head in eating a few bites of food, then suddenly looked up and said, "I think this should be a relief for him."

The song was her memory from her previous life, but the nameless musician was real. After his death, Captain Lin refused to collect his body, so he was buried in a mass grave. She would still go to see him every Qingming Festival.

"Are there any plum blossoms in your house?"

Murong Xuan suddenly spoke, causing everyone to look at him sideways.