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When you get closer, you can see a small figure squatting in the corridor through the bushes in the courtyard. There is a candlestick next to it. The girl is holding a water glass in one hand and writing something seriously on the ground with a brush in the other.Looking carefully in the direction of the light, the floor of the entire corridor was covered with handwriting.

"Are you writing?"

Jing Shu got up suddenly, as if because of squatting all the way, the darkness in front of her eyes came one after another, and she didn't see where Ye Yingren was after a long time, she shook her head, blinked her big black eyes hard, and saw the warm yellow The young man who looked at her under the lantern said, "Hi, Young Master."

Ye Ying looked down at the fat or thin handwriting under her feet, and asked, "Why do you write on the ground?"

The girl replied without thinking, "It's convenient."

Ye Ying shook her head, "Clear water is thin. When it comes to calligraphy, you have to learn to observe the changes in ink color, brushwork, brush meaning, strokes, rhyme, etc., and the wooden board is slippery, so it is difficult to practice brushwork. If you practice calligraphy, it is best Or write in ink on paper."

The small mouth was slightly pursed, and Jing Shu looked at the words twisted into a ball in the corridor and hummed softly.

The next day, because she met Jing Shu squatting on the ground and writing last night, Ye Ying glanced at the corridor in the back room before returning to the bedroom, but found that the small candle that moved a few steps was still there.It happened that Gu Xinlan brought someone back after tidying up the bedroom, so he stopped her, "Aunt Lan, has Jingshu been writing like that lately?"

Gu Xinlan looked towards the door of her room, but she couldn't help but said, "Yes, the servant saw her squatting on the ground every day and asked her if she wanted to buy some paper and ink back, but she said no, and told the servant not to worry."

Thinking of Benben flying into the study room a few days ago to ask for the Four Treasures of the Study, he guessed that it was Jingshu who wanted to write, but now that Gu Xinlan said that, he still didn't understand why she insisted on not buying paper and ink.

On the third day, Jingshu came back from the school, and before dinner, she ran to the study to read as usual. She stepped over the threshold and greeted Ye Ying with her calf. She was about to find out the half-read book yesterday and read it again, but she was called by Ye Ying. Living.

"If you want to practice calligraphy in the future, you can borrow my study room." Ye Ying rubbed her head. It happened that Clumsy had finished having fun in the courtyard and flew into the house to find its little master, but it landed on Ye Ying. On the shoulder, he chirped at her.

He stared blankly at the young man in front of him, his dark eyes widened, and after a while he said, "Is this not good?"

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm... I'm already disturbing the Young Master when I read in the study." Before Ye Yingzhun she was reading in the study, Gu Xinlan said it all, and repeatedly warned her to stay in the corner and not disturb Ye Ying's reading. .If she practiced calligraphy in the study again and occupied Ye Ying's desk, she would definitely be taught by Gu Xinlan behind closed doors when she returned home.

"It's okay, I don't have to use pen and ink all day long." Ye Ying signaled her to rest assured, "If you think it will disturb you, you can take some paper and ink and go back to your room to practice on your own."

Jing Shu pursed her lips and shook her head, "Not good."

Crouching down, he looked at the little girl, "Why is that?"

Biting her lip, "...I can't."

His eyes were slightly dazed, a series of birds chirping exploded next to him, the wind from his wings stirred the hair hanging down his cheeks, and he was about to peck that stubborn head clumsily, but was rushed away by Jingshu's little hand. side.

Ye Ying sighed in her heart, thought for a while, and said: "Jingshu, since I sent you to the school, I naturally want you to study and practice calligraphy. If you can't write well, wouldn't it be a failure of my original intention?"

"My...mother's monthly money is only one tael of silver. They say that a writing brush costs more than a dozen taels of silver, an inkstone is more expensive, and rice paper is cheaper but it's less expensive to use. I can't afford so many things. "When I mentioned this, my head drooped, and my little face also collapsed.

It turned out that she was worried about money.

Ye Ying doesn't have a big concept of money. Hidden Sword Villa has always chosen the best and the best, and the gap with ordinary people's households is unknown. "In this case, I gave you your lunch box. What do you need?" Just come to the study to get it, and these will be recorded in the daily expenses of Luomeiju."

After pursing her small mouth, Jing Shu still spit out two words: "...no way."

Cautiously looking at Ye Ying's calm eyes, she lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Mother will tell me."

For such a small person, he thinks a lot.

Ye Ying rubbed her head again, "I'll tell Aunt Lan for you, and let her not scold you."

The curled eyelashes fluttered, and the big black eyes flickered like stars in the sky, "Really?"

Nodding his head, he said: "But you have to promise me to practice calligraphy well."

Immediately, her head clicked like a chicken pecking rice, and her eyes turned into happy crescents, as if all the haze had been swept away, Jing Shu jumped forward excitedly, "Young Zhuangzhu is the best!"

The thin lips were pursed into a thin straight line, and the soft little face rubbed against his neck. He didn't know how to react to such an intimate coquettish, and his stiff body didn't relax for a long time.

Jing Shu rubbed her hands and let go, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Young Master!"

"Mmmmmmmm." Ye Ying stood up, withdrew the unnatural expression on her face, looked at the girl who had just grown to her waist, and felt that it was too early to discuss the difference between men and women with such a young child.

The handwriting written by Jingshu is indeed a bit ugly, and it is more thoroughly exposed after changing the paper and ink.Ye Ying persuaded Gu Xinlan to let her practice calligraphy with peace of mind, and she was not lazy, and would practice in her room for an hour after dinner every day.

The little girl who came back from school didn't have much interest in reading, her eyes turned to the boy in front of the case, her fingers were slender and strong with well-defined knuckles, and the weight and slowness of the pen tip were just right. Handwriting, small facial features suddenly wrinkled together.

"Jingshu, come here."

He heard Ye Ying calling her during the fugue, blinked, put down the book and passed.

The boy dipped the ink on the nib and handed it to the girl, "Write a few words for me to see."

Jing Shu's heart skipped a beat, she looked at Ye Ying's serious expression and then at the writing brush in front of her, resignedly took it and sat down before the case.

Ye Ying stood behind her hands behind her back and watched her slender fingers clasp the pen holder, her handsome eyebrows were slightly raised, her clear eyes stared at the ink marks left by the girl's pen, and she sighed slightly in her heart.

Heaven and earth are dark yellow, the universe is prehistoric.

After writing the first eight characters of "A Thousand Characters Essay", Jing Shu couldn't bear to look directly at her, and didn't continue to write with a bitter face. The teenagers behind her suddenly sat down next to each other, and their generous palms covered her writing hand. , "If you can write well, you can use it freely."

Ye Ying moved the position of her fingers, the slightly curled knuckles were soft and boneless, her hands... so small.I don't know if Jingshu is born with a deficiency. At the age of six, she looks much smaller than her peers, and she doesn't seem to have opened at all. "Five fingers are too wide to use force, four fingers are close together, and the thumb is tight, and the tension is moderate." , the palm is empty, and the palm should be as vertical as possible."

Jing Shu pursed her lips, watching Ye Ying take her hand to write on the paper, which was many times more beautiful than what she wrote herself, and then looked at the small hand wrapped by his big hand, "Is my hand too small? Suitable for writing?"

Seeing her looking straight at her hand, he said lightly, "I practiced calligraphy when I was four years old, and my palm is about the same size as yours."

Bowing her head and thinking about what she was doing when she was four years old, Jing Shu kept silent, and gently caressed the palm of her head, "You are still young now, and you can grow up in the future, and you will gradually adapt."

With a soft oh, Jing Shu squeezed the brush in her hand, and continued to write in an upright manner. The thickness of the pen and ink was uneven, but she had worked hard to control it.

Ye Ying watched her writing, and the two of them sat until Gu Xinlan brought the maid to present the dinner. Gu Xinlan entered the door and saw her daughter sitting in front of the desk practicing calligraphy, she was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice anyone else, she couldn't help coughing One sound.

The tip of the pen trembled slightly, Jing Shu blinked, turned her head and saw Gu Xinlan shrinking her fingers, and looked at Ye Ying who picked up a book at some point and was flipping through it, the latter nodded slightly, she quickly put down the pen and left.

After the girl ran away without a trace, Gu Xinlan went to Ye Ying to bless her body, "My servant, I would like to thank the young master for his great love for Jingshu."

Looking away from the rice paper full of words, Ye Ying shook her head slightly, "Aunt Lan, you are welcome, Jing Shu is also a child you raised by yourself, I should take care of her as a younger sister."

Gu Xinlan was worried about the disparity in their identities, Jing Shu stuck to Ye Ying's side, and Ye Ying indulged her in every possible way, and it was inevitable that some gossip would spread to the ears of outsiders.Although Jing Shu is obedient, she is still a child after all, and she doesn't know the consequences of many things. As a mother, she thinks a lot.

Seeing that she was very hesitant, Ye Ying said, "Don't worry, Aunt Lan, Luomeiju is my residence, so I don't need to have too many scruples."

Gu Xinlan sighed, Jingshu has such a backer, I don't know if it is good or not.That's all, if something happens in the future, send her out of the village.

After the winter exam in the school, Wu Yun came to Luomeiju with a feeling of uneasiness. Meeting Ye Ying's suspicious eyes, he first saluted, and then said politely: "Master Shao, the small one is for the little girl beside you. here."

His eyes flickered slightly, Ye Ying signaled Wu Yun to continue.

"That child is really smart. In just a few months, she has already learned all the textbooks Zhuangzhong requires her disciples to study, and she has even compared all other disciples in this winter exam." Wu Yun secretly wiped off his sweat, "little one I came here specially to ask the Young Master for instructions, if so, do you want to teach me anything else?"

Ye Ying coughed lightly, he thought it was Jing Shu who caused trouble in the school, but he didn't think it was the little girl's cleverness that frightened the husband, after he was relieved, he called into the study: "Jing Shu. "

The people inside didn't respond.

Ye Ying raised her eyebrows, seemingly a little helpless, turned around and entered the room, and walked towards the girl by the window. On days when she didn't have to go to school, Jing Shu could stay in the study all day, and she would habitually lie on her back when reading. On the window sill, and once she calms down, no one will pay attention to her, even the wind, rain, lightning, thunder, and thunder can't make her move.

After winter, Gu Xinlan changed her into a warm padded jacket. The thick cloth wrapped the girl into a pink cotton ball, revealing only a rosy white face, big piercing eyes reaching to the leaves. Ying raised it slightly as he approached, "Huh?"

The shout at the door finally reached her ears after a short distance of several feet, Ye Ying motioned her to look at Wu Yun who entered the door, the little girl blinked and immediately stood up, "Sir, why are you here? "

Wu Yun saw that Jing Shu was actually staying in Ye Ying's study, holding a thick copy of "Mencius" in her hand, and she was excited to read it, her face collapsed like a mountain collapsed in front of her.

If he continues to teach, he is afraid that he will not be able to afford that sir, Wu Yun has a bitter face, looking at this appearance, the little girl has already learned beyond the textbooks stipulated by the villa.What's more, the owner of Shaozhuang's study has a rich collection of books, and there are many rare books that have been handed down in the world. If Jingshu can read it, she will turn out to be a little girl full of knowledge.

It's just this treatment... Wu Yun looked worried at Jing Shu who was standing next to Ye Ying. He also knows how to watch the scene. Naturally, he could see that Ye Ying treated Jing Shu differently, and he was afraid that he might say something wrong at this moment. , A mouth that has said thousands of characters and hundreds of surnames has not opened for a long time.

Jing Shu blinked, "Sir?"

"Jingshu, you have finished studying the textbooks in the school, and you can recognize almost the same characters. Do you want to go to the school in the future or..." The sentence paused, and boldly added the second half of the sentence, "Stay here with Master Shaozhuang. Reading?"

Her dark eyes rolled around, and Jingshu raised her head to look at Ye Ying beside her. She felt that she had nothing to say about this matter, but she wanted to stay and read by herself. If she didn't understand, she would just ask Mr. .