The little man on the apex

Putting on a robe, Yuan Xi leaned over to look at Yan Heyi for a long time, and he was relieved when he confirmed that he was fast asleep.

He gently pulled out the booklet that was pressed by Yan Heyi from a corner, and picked up a few blank books next to him, and placed them on the opposite side of the desk, studied the ink and unfolded the scroll, rolled up his sleeves and picked up the pen.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, put down the pen in his hand again, walked lightly to the side of the bed, carried Yan Heyi's quilt over him, and covered him.

Yan Heyi must have been extremely tired, so she just let out a muffled snort, moved her arms, then turned her head and continued to sleep.

Yuan Xi picked up the brush, and continued to write in Yan Heyi's booklet.

He wrote very seriously, at first he was a little slow, but then he seemed to be proficient, and then he picked up quickly.

Two candles were burning on the desk, and the candlelight cast their shadows on the wall.

Yuan Xi wrote for a while, put down the pen and rubbed his wrists, and when he turned his head, he saw the shadows of himself and Yan Heyi on the wall.

He was closer to the candle, so the shadow was extraordinarily large, against which Yan Heyi's shadow shrank into a small ball.

Yuan Xi raised his arm and approached Yan Heyi, and his shadow on the wall touched Yan Heyi's head. The corners of Yuan Xi's mouth rose slightly, feeling that his body was particularly stalwart.

The booklets were all things Yuan Xi knew by heart, and he worked harder as he wrote, and finished nearly four booklets in one go.

There are currently fourteen students in the private school. Together, the two of them have finished writing seven books, and they will probably be able to finish all of them tomorrow.

It was not so dark anymore, Yuan Xi gently rubbed his red eyes, calculated the time, and felt that it was almost Yin time, so he put down the pen in his hand, and then turned the tip of the pen back to its original position.

He flipped through the four books he had written, nodded with satisfaction, and placed them neatly on top of the three books written by Yan Heyi.

After that, he felt that it was not appropriate, so he mixed these booklets together.

After finishing this, he wrapped Yan Heyi in a quilt again, and got into bed.

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The sun was up, and a ray of light came in through the crack of the window, casting on Yan Heyi's trembling eyelashes, it was warm.

Yan Heyi raised her brows, slowly opened her eyes, and was immediately stunned by the sunlight a few times.

The arm resting on his head was already numb, he reacted in a daze for a moment, and then realized that he slept on his face on the desk last night, and his body was wrapped in a thick quilt.

"Why did you fall asleep here?"

He said something to himself, then turned his head to look at the bed, only to see that the quilt was folded up rarely, but Yuan Xi was not there.

"Little ancestor got up so early, won't there be any trouble?"

He was about to get up to look for it, when he accidentally glanced at the desk, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Did I write seven books last night?"

"No, I don't seem to have finished writing."

Yan Heyi flipped through the seven books stacked neatly on the desk, with a look of disbelief.

""After being safe, you can worry about it, and after you worry about it, you can gain...", I probably didn't even finish copying the selected chapters of "The Analects" last night. How could I even write so much about "The Great Learning"? "

"This comment... is really well done!"

Yan Heyi rubbed her eyes and fell into infinite self-doubt.

He clearly remembered that he had been writing the annotations of "The Analects of Confucius" last night. According to his previous experience of copying books, he could finish four books at most by midnight, seven...impossible.

Yan Heyi counted several times, there is no doubt that there are seven books, and the handwriting is also her own.

Haunted?

Just when he was extremely puzzled, he suddenly smelled a burning smell, and there seemed to be some smoke floating over.

Yan Heyi thought someone's house had caught fire, and ran out in a hurry, only to find that it was her own kitchen that was smoking.

Not good, Yuanxi!

He ran over quickly, raised his foot and kicked open the half-closed door, grabbed the hand of the man next to the stove and ran into the yard.

Yuan Xi held a spatula in his hand, with several black finger marks on his cheeks, and looked at Yan Heyi in astonishment.

"Aren't you hurt?"

Yan Heyi raised Yuanxi's two arms, checked him from head to toe, and was relieved to see that there was no injury on his body.

"Stay here, I'll put out the fire, don't go in."

After finishing speaking, Yan Heyi took the bucket to fetch water from the well.

In a hurry, he inadvertently touched the wound on his right hand, and couldn't help frowning.

Yuan Xi seemed to be particularly concerned about the injury, snatched the bucket from Yan Heyi's hand, and dragged him into the house.

"Extinguish the fire first, cough cough cough."

Yuan Xi looked puzzled: "Whose house is on fire?"

Yan Heyi pressed Yuan Xi's shoulder: "Our family!"

After he finished speaking, he rushed into the kitchen with a bucket in his hand, walked around, and found nowhere else was the fire except under the stove.

Yuan Xi also followed in, and asked cautiously: "Isn't it right to light a fire under the stove?"

Yan Heyi choked for a moment, there was nothing wrong with it.

He bent down and saw that the hole under the stove was full of firewood, and several strands of black smoke kept gushing out from the gap.

"Cough cough cough-"

Yan Heyi was choked to the point of tears, and holding her breath, she took out some of the thick firewood and dipped them into the bucket in the yard.

Then he ran back to the kitchen, took out the remaining unburned ones, and threw them into the water to extinguish them.

The firewood was removed from under the stove, the ventilation became much smoother, and the black smoke gradually disappeared.

Yuan Xi stretched out his dirty hands, dragged Yan Heyi into the room, pushed him on the chair, opened the cabinet, took out the small medicine box, took out gauze, medicine powder and so on and set it on the table.

He squatted gently in front of Yan Heyi, grabbed his hand, and began to loosen the blood-stained gauze little by little.

Yuan Xi's movements were extraordinarily gentle, but the blood coagulated on the gauze and stuck to the wound, and when he pulled it, the wound would inevitably break again.

Yan Heyi couldn't hold back the pain, and let out a low cry.

Yuan Xi raised his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Yan Heyi shook her head: "It's okay."

Yuan Xi's movements became lighter, and every time he uncovered an inch, he pouted his mouth and blew a few breaths;

It's chilly, and it doesn't seem to hurt that much.

Seeing Yuan Xi's cautious appearance, Yan Heyi couldn't restrain the curvature of her mouth.

He let out another low cry in his throat, and continued, "It hurts."

The movements of Yuan Xi's hands stopped immediately, and he frowned slightly: "It's stuck, I have to tear it apart, I'll be gentler, brother, bear with it."

"Hoo hoo, Pain Feifei, hoo hoo."

Yan Heyi was amused by him, her heart softened beyond measure: "Are you coaxing children?"

Yuan Xi said in a muffled voice: "When I was hurt, Aniang recited it like this. Every time I recite it, the pain will stop."

He raised his head and asked, "Brother, is it better?"

Yan Heyi replied in a similar manner: "Well, it is indeed better."

When applying the medicine, Yan Heyi was stung by the medicine powder, and exaggeratedly screamed a few times, tricking Yuanxi into "hoo hoo".

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Yuan Xi's exposed wrist, which seemed to have some ink on it.

Yan Heyi had an unreasonable but only possible thought in an instant. He suppressed the shock in his heart and asked casually, "When did I fall asleep last night?"

Yuan Xi didn't raise his head, and wrapped himself in gauze, he said, "Last night... It was probably very late. I saw my brother was copying books, so I fell asleep first."

Yan Heyi sighed softly: "Oh, why did you fall asleep? There are still many books to copy."

Yuan Xi tilted his head and asked, "Isn't it fourteen copies? I thought it was almost finished."

Yan Heyi's tone was a little heavy: "The fourteen volumes are only the things in the Four Books, and there are still a few selected chapters from the Five Classics to copy, at least the first few chapters of the Book of Songs must be copied."

Yuan Xi opened his mouth wide, and asked with an expression of disbelief: "Doesn't that mean that there are [-] more new copies to be copied?"

Yan Heyi shook her head heavily: "No, besides the seven unfinished copies, there are 28 more. It seems that I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Yuan Xi's hand holding the gauze trembled slightly, and said in surprise, "Ah? Brother...you've worked too hard"

Yan Heyi whispered: "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, his injured hand shook deliberately, Yuan Xi hastily loosened the gauze in his hand, and bandaged it with more gentle movements.

"What were you doing in the kitchen?"

Yuan Xi tied a bow on Yan Heyi's gauze, and said with some confusion: "I cooked some porridge in the pot. I don't know why, but I filled a lot of firewood into it, but the fire is not strong, and black smoke is still coming out."

Yan Heyi asked again: "Did you take the firewood from the corner of the yard?"

"Correct."

Yan Heyi spoke earnestly: "The firewood was rained yesterday, and it was a little wet. When it burned, there would be black smoke. You stuffed so much and blocked the stove, so the fire wouldn't burn well."

Yuan Xi raised his head half-understanding, stared into Yan Heyi's eyes and said, "Sorry, brother."

Yan Heyi stretched out her hand, wiped the dusty fingerprints on his cheeks, and said softly, "Don't say sorry, Yuan Xi."

Yuan Xi nodded obediently, and then said: "It's bandaged, I'm going to serve the porridge."

Two bowls of clear porridge came to the table, one bowl was yellowish, it belonged to Yan Heyi, the other bowl was very dark in color, with some black dots floating on it, it belonged to Yuanxi.

"It's a bit mushy, but...but it should still be edible."

Having learned the lesson from last time, Yan Heyi took a small mouthful with a spoon, put it into her mouth, and savored it carefully.

Unexpectedly, this slightly mushy porridge is surprisingly delicious. The fragrance of rice and the taste of crispy rice are several times more delicious than ordinary white rice porridge.

Yan Heyi said to Yuan Xi with a look of surprise, "It's delicious!"

When Yuan Xi heard this, his embarrassed face returned to normal, and he lowered his head and tasted a spoonful.

He gave Yan Heyi all the porridge that looked okay in the pot, and gave himself the porridge that was so badly mushy that it even stuck to the pot.

Therefore, this bowl of his is genuine porridge, and when he spoons it down, his mouth is full of bitterness.

"Brother, don't comfort me. This porridge is too bad to drink. Throw it away."

Yan Heyi pushed her bowl in front of Yuan Xi: "Taste it."

Yuan Xi tasted a spoonful in doubt: "Really! I'm so good?"

Yan Heyi let out a "puchi" laugh, and raised her hand to scratch the bridge of his nose: "This porridge is hard to find in the sky, unparalleled on the earth, and a unique delicacy."

Yuan Xi smiled embarrassedly, then suddenly thought of something, and said in surprise: "Brother, wait a minute, there are still delicious things."

After speaking, he got up and ran into the kitchen.

Yan Heyi instantly regretted it, feeling that she had just exaggerated, and silently worried about the safety of the kitchen.