Peerless luthier

After talking about the past that time, I became inexplicably closer to Bai Jinyu.

Yan Hui seems to like Bai Jinyu to come to play with Zhong Yi, and plans to stay in Bai Jinyu for dinner in the evening, but it happens that someone from the Bai family came to pick Bai Jinyu back home.

Bai Jinyu stood at the door and blinked playfully to bid farewell to Zhong Yi, then lifted her flowing red dress and got into the carriage.

After watching the ornately decorated Baijia carriage leave, Zhong Yi entered the door.

After dinner, Zhong Yi supported his head and watched the fallen leaves outside the window being swept away by the wind. He suddenly felt that the forgotten memory was actually a little cute.

But why did Ah Li say that Bai Jinyu had bullied him?

Zhong Yi switched hands to support her head.

Ali's words have always been well-founded.

Now that the weather has turned cold so quickly, I don't know how Ah Li is doing now...

Sighing, he turned around and touched the flower field that was sleeping on the couch, and went to practice in the piano room.

This method replaces the usual post-dinner exercise—it's better than just watching Ah Li play handsome and sword dance, Zhong Yi laughed softly twice.

The sound of the piano slowly and smoothly spread from the Zhongfu to the homes of the surrounding people, but the faint melody hides a deep nostalgia...

Wang San entered the bedroom after wiping his hair. When passing by the study, he saw Zhu Wen's thin figure sitting upright in front of the desk writing something.

"What are you writing?"

Wang Sanyin's cold voice sounded behind him.

Zhu Wen didn't raise his head, and wrote earnestly with a brush, and replied: "I'm writing a proposal, Zhong Yi will take a short composition test recently, I'll think about how to improve his level."

"..."

Wang San's eyes sank, the corners of his mouth slightly turned down, and he put down his hand wiping his wet hair.

Zhu Wen said self-consciously: "Now the questions are getting more and more difficult... It is right to tutor them. I also owed my master's teaching back then. I still don't have the ability to rely on my own comprehension."

After speaking, he smiled softly, with a gentle and pleasant voice.

The voice of Wang Sanyin sitting on the soft chair came from behind, and the towel for wiping hair was casually placed on the mahogany armrest. Zhu Wen looked back and was immediately dissatisfied: "Your hair is still wet, why don't you dry it?"

Wang San didn't look at him, his face was expressionless, and he looked at the study door to himself, as if he didn't hear him.

Zhu Wen walked over, picked up a towel and wiped his hair for him, and his movements were surprisingly skillful.

Zhu Wen's gentle voice sounded beside him: "You, it's cold, I'm worried about catching a cold."

His movements were gentle, Wang Sanyin turned around and let him wait on him, poured a cup of tea from the ceramic pot on the coffee table, it was boiling hot, and it was very comfortable to hold in his hand.

Wang San blew on the tea leaves gracefully, drank a sip of hot tea, and squinted his eyes to see the light yellow light in the study reflecting the silhouette of two people cuddling together, squinting his eyes comfortably.

After eating and drinking, Xuehua came to the study on catwalks without seeing his master.

"Meow--"

The master was wiping the hair of the cousin who moved in with lowered and slender eyebrows. Xuehua liked the cold fragrance of the cousin's body, so he rubbed Wang Sanyin's calf affectionately.

Wang San noticed it, opened his eyes, saw Xuehua, and followed him.

Zhu Wen smiled and said: "Xuehua has grown up a lot. When I first brought him back, he was still a thin and small white cat. Now, the fur is very fluffy, which is actually pretty."

Wang Sanyin narrowed his eyes and said, "It's also because you took good care of it."

Zhu Wen chuckled: "You live with me, and I will take good care of you."

The corners of Wang Sanyin's lips raised slightly: "Tonight's boiled fish fillets are good."

Zhu Wen tilted his head, thought for a while and said, "Don't you like light food? Why, you also like spicy food?"

Wang Sanyin slightly opened his eyes and said, "Yes."

Zhu Wen thought for a while and said, "Why don't you get green pepper beef tomorrow night? I saw it at the vegetable market in the morning. Do you want to eat it?"

Wang Sanyin said: "Let's make lunch, and braised pork in brown sauce at night."

Zhu Wen was puzzled: "...Why do you like meat?"

"..."

Seeing that he didn't talk to him, Zhu Wen continued to wipe the end of his hair on his own: "Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you want." Wang Sanyin frowned after hearing this.

His eyes hidden under the black bangs opened, shining like stars.

Zhu Wen, who was wiping his hair for him, couldn't see his expression, thinking about how to make beef with green pepper.

The next day, after leaving breakfast for San Yin, Zhu Wen went to Zhiqin Building's study room early to start writing about Zhong Yi's short song creation and improvement plan. Last night, she wiped San Yin's hair, chatted for a while, and then went to After taking a bath, San Yin called him to play chess... After a few games, it was too late.

I planned to go back to the study and stay up all night, but found that my brain was not enough.

Zhu Wen shook his head and sighed that he was not good at chess, he only won a few occasions over the years, or because he gave up a few chess pieces.

I brewed a cup of green tea and smoked it in the curling white smoke. The tea was light and fragrant, which was refreshing.

Zhu Wen picked up the brush and continued writing yesterday.

Slowly, the sun rose in the thick mist, but it came out and retracted into the clouds all at once.

Zhong Yi didn't like the gloomy weather, so she said goodbye to Uncle Ma and walked quickly to the academy.

When meeting Chen Cheng, the two bowed their heads as a greeting, and then went their separate ways.The academy in the morning is really chilly, even though the holly trees are green, there is no feeling of vitality at all.

Walking in front of him, Chen Cheng suddenly turned around and said, "Hey, Zhong Yi, can you lend me the appreciation of ancient prose you taught last time?"

Zhong Yi listened, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give it to you at the school."

Satisfied, Chen Cheng slowed down his pace.

The building of the academy is still contemplating in the mist, hazy.

The academy was quiet, so Zhong Yi couldn't help breaking the silence and asked, "What time do you get up every day?"

Chen Cheng turned his head, gave him a wary look, and said, "What's the matter?"

Zhong Yi was embarrassed by his look: "Uh...it's nothing, I think when I meet you occasionally, you always arrive early."

Chen Cheng turned around: "My family lives far away, unlike your young masters who live in the city."

After finishing speaking, he strode away coldly.

Zhong Yi stared blankly at his back, puzzled.

When we arrived at the school, Chen Cheng was the only one sitting on the seat reading a book.

Feeling inexplicably apologetic, Zhong Yi quickly sat down, rummaged through the desk, and handed Chen Cheng her appreciation of ancient prose.

Zhong Yi smiled and said, "Chen Cheng, here I am, an appreciation of ancient prose."

Chen Cheng shook his head without raising his eyebrows.

Zhong Yi tilted her head: "Is there no need?"

Chen Cheng raised his eyes to look at him, raised his chin high, and pursed his lips tightly.

He looked at Zhong Yi's expression, and after a few seconds, he reached out and took it quickly.

Seeing Chen Cheng put his appreciation of ancient prose on the desk and continue reading the book, he felt that his behavior just now was a bit like Ah Li.

Thinking of this, he felt that Chen Cheng suddenly became much more pleasing to the eye.

Classes started soon, and Zhong Yi was studying "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic", marveling at the magic of mathematical algorithms. Of course, his grades in this area were only mediocre... It took him a lot of effort to get to the top three or four in the class, but luckily For the piano class, this result is not important.

Even so, he still studied listening seriously.

Even so, there were still [-] questions and three wrong questions in the workbook I sent out last time.

Seeing the wrong question, Zhong Yi scratched her head.

Liu Fu beside him flaunted that he was right, and Chen Cheng, who was a little low-key, also frequently glanced at Zhong Yi's workbook.

Zhong Yi was left speechless by them, he just raised his head and met Chen Cheng's gaze.

Zhong Yi smiled wryly and said, "I made three mistakes."

Chen Cheng pretended to be indifferent: "Oh."

Zhong Yi bowed his head.

Chen Cheng coughed a few times, pretending to mention it inadvertently: "Oh, I made a mistake. Such a simple question... Sigh."

Zhong Yi: "..."

He picked up a pen and corrected it himself.

After finishing the correction, there was a movement behind him. It turned out that He Shao who was sitting behind him patted him on the shoulder.

He Shao is a tall, dark-skinned boy with a loud voice. When he speaks, the whole class can hear him: "Zhong Yi, give me your workbook."

Li Mu, who was beside him, came over and said with a smile: "I also want to see, there are many mistakes, this question is too difficult."

Zhong Yi nodded and handed them the ordered workbook.

At this moment, Liu Fu and Chen Cheng looked at each other, their nostrils turned to the sky, and they looked down upon the three of them.

There are a total of nine Qinzis in the Zhongyi Academy, and those who are a little familiar with Zhongyi are the first two rows, and the back row has been very quiet.

Occasionally, Zhong Yi turned around to teach Li Mu and He Shao some of her own learning experience, always feeling that someone was watching her, and when she looked up, there was no one.

At this time, He Shao would knock on the table to signal Zhong Yi to continue.

When school was over, Zhong Yi watched Qin Zi, who was a year ahead of them, come down the stairs, and consciously let them go first.

Master Zhu's gentle voice came from behind: "Zhong Yi, come to my study."

Zhong Yi turned her head and saw Zhu Wen in surprise.

Arriving at Zhu Wen's study room, Zhong Yi said: "Master Zhu, don't you have no class today? Why did you come to the academy?"

Zhu Wen smiled, and picked up a neat stack of papers from the desk: "Look, my results all morning."

Zhong Yi took it, and found out that it was actually a plan to improve her short song creation.

Zhong Yi was surprised: "Master Zhu, you..."

Zhu Wen smiled: "You have to understand it carefully. What I wrote may not be able to help you completely. You have to think more about it."

Thanks again and again, Zhong Yi was moved when he came out of Zhu Wen's study.

It was a tear-filled expression that met the tall purple figure with a cold expression.

"..."

"..."

One froze, the other frowned slightly.

Zhong Yi hurriedly greeted with a smile: "Brother Sanyin, are you here to see Mrs. Zhu?"

Wang Sanyin remained expressionless: "Yes."

Zhong Yi continued to smile: "Master Zhu is inside."

Wang Sanyin said: "I know."

Zhong Yi: "Uh...then I'll go first."

Wang Sanyin nodded.

When Zhong Yi left, she heard Wang Sanyin's voice pushing the door open, and there was another sentence.

"Zhuwen, where's my green pepper beef."

……

Zhong Yi went downstairs in doubt, and when she reached the hall, she found that her father had just arrived with a book in her arms.

Zhong Han smiled and said, "Let's go home and have dinner."

Zhong Yi nodded and asked Zhong Han: "Father, does brother Sanyin live at Master Zhu's house?"

Zhong Han was taken aback, and said: "Yes, I forgot if you didn't tell me, how about we go see your brother Sanyin some other day?"

Zhong Yi smiled and said, "Okay."