This Mr. Xie is different from the other three gentlemen.
Mr. Ming is serious and unsmiling, Mr. Chen is serious and strict, and often has a straight face, which makes people look intimidating. Mr. Yi is much more easy-going, always smiling, but he only teaches them to read poetry.
Only Mr. Xie made them feel like a big friend. He was gentle, polite, and courteous. He could also tell stories and tell them what stories were written in the poems. He also asked them to draw pictures. He...
Not long after Mr. Xie left, a very well-dressed female gentleman wearing men's Confucian clothes walked into the Taiping Primary School.
As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I heard loud noises coming from the school, and my beautiful eyebrows immediately knitted together. What's going on? It's usually very quiet, so why is it so noisy today.
The female teacher walked into the school, and the young students were still chattering among each other, unaware of the female teacher's arrival.
"Your painting is not good-looking, but my husband said that my painting is good-looking."
"My husband said I can paint however I want."
Chen Qinglan was surprised and glanced at it, only to see that each student had a piece of paper in his hand. At a young age, painting, reading poetry and literacy are the basics. Learning needs to be done step by step.
The friends Yi Hang knew were probably as wild and uninhibited as Yi Hang. Wouldn't it be misleading to teach by such a person?
She has always taught the children to be strict with themselves, but look what these children are like now. They are about to go to class, and they are making a lot of noise and have no rules.
Chen Qinglan suddenly felt that all her hard work had been wasted by this gentleman she had never met.
Yi Hang was going to leave Suzhou for a while and asked a friend to come and teach him. Yi Hang had already said hello to him.
Painting with paper is quite luxurious. Is this the only way for these gentlemen to show off their financial resources? Teaching on your behalf is a joke. You have bad conduct yourself, so how can you be a role model for others?
"The teacher said that the scene is in the heart, and poetry can only be found in the mind."
When Chen Qinglan heard this, his expression was surprised, his eyes lit up, and he said, "The scene is in the heart, and the poetry is in the mind." It seems that he is not an unlearned person.
A primary school student suddenly noticed Chen Qinglan standing at the door and reminded him in a low voice: "Mr. Chen is here."
All the students were startled and hurriedly hid the paintings on the table. They sat upright and could hear the needle drop in silence for a moment.
Chen Qinglan walked to the center of the podium with a cold face, and the primary school students could already feel the calm before the storm.
"Hello, sir."
Chen Qinglan did not motion for them to sit down, but said coldly: "Those who spoke out just now should come up and receive a ruler of their own accord!"
A primary school boy who was closest to Chen Qinglan took the initiative to walk up to Chen Qinglan and stretched out his little hand.
Chen Qinglan held the ruler in hand and struck hard without any mercy. With a "pop" sound, a red mark immediately appeared on the palm of his hand.
The little boy was in pain but he suppressed the humming. He knew that if he screamed or cried, Mr. Chen would definitely punish him again.
Chen Qinglan said coldly: "Next one!"
Everyone comes forward in an orderly manner and accepts punishment.
After the punishment, Chen Qinglan said coldly: "From now on, you are not allowed to draw anymore. When you are older, the teacher will naturally teach you to draw. Now hand over all the paper."
But no one responded, and no one took any action. Mr. Xie had just led them to open a beautiful world, and how could he be willing to be killed by Mr. Chen so soon?
When Chen Qinglan saw this, the expression on his face became even colder, and he said coldly: "You don't want to, do you?"
"Okay, whoever doesn't want to, come forward and claim the three rulers first!"
Although they were unwilling, they were so afraid of Chen Qinglan that they came forward honestly and handed over the paper they had already drawn on. Half of them were actually willing to admit their mistakes.
Chen Qinglan was even more angry. It was okay. She would rather accept the punishment than hand over the paper. She was afraid that she would go further and further down this crooked road. She walked quickly. Who didn't want to?
down, and then forcefully take back the paper.
After one student accepted the punishment three times, when he saw that Chen Qinglan wanted to take back the paper, but was unwilling, he actually took the paper back and said weakly: "Sir, let me take this painting back, okay?"
He has no master! He disobeyed his order! Chen Qinglan was immediately furious. He was like this at a young age, but he would be fine in the future. He stretched out his hand to snatch the paper back and tore it up on the spot, ending his thoughts.
The young boy suddenly shed tears of grievance, "My home...my home..."
Chen Qinglan pointed at the door angrily, "Go and stand at the door and reflect on yourself!"
It seemed that she needed to work hard to bring order to the chaos. After Chen Qinglan adjusted her mood and collected her emotions, she went to class.
After teaching them how to read poetry, Chen Qinglan asked them to practice calligraphy on their own. Then he focused on the drawings on the paper and took a piece of paper. He saw that the drawings were like ghost talismans, very childish, and sneered,
I can't write a few words well, so I just want to paint. It's so whimsical.
Suddenly, he showed a look of surprise, but found that the paper had been patched, just like patches on clothes, with obvious overlaps at the joints.
What is the reason? Chen Qinglan couldn't understand it for a while, and looked at other papers. Every piece of paper had been patched, and some even had two or three places patched. The good paper was not used, so why did it need to be cut and patched again?
Go up.
Chen Qinglan was puzzled and couldn't figure out why this gentleman he had never met before would do this. So he looked for a student and asked: "What's going on with this paper? Why are there traces of mending on it?"
The young boy said weakly: "I don't know either, Mr. Xie didn't say anything."
"Forget it." Chen Qinglan gave up asking. Anyway, she felt it was necessary to meet Mr. Xie and have a good conversation about teaching issues.
When the first class time came, the primary school students started to pack up their pens, inks, papers and inkstones and prepared to go home. However, Chen Qinglan said: "Don't rush home yet. Sir, he brought some food for you today."
As he spoke, he walked towards the door, brought a basket in, opened the cloth on it, and found some small cakes inside, which he distributed to everyone in turn.
These things are rare for ordinary children to taste. After receiving them, they started to taste them greedily.
"Thank you sir."
"Sir, it's delicious."
Chen Qinglan's face was stern throughout the whole room. It was rare for him to smile at this moment. He suddenly thought of something and walked towards the door with the basket in hand.
Looking at the upright little boy squatting down gently in front of him, the little man suddenly saw Chen Qinglan, was frightened, and said weakly: "Mr."
Chen Qinglan stretched out her hand, gently wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, and said with a smile: "Why are you crying as a man? Isn't it a shame? Have you forgotten your teacher's teachings? As a man, he would rather bleed and behead his head than shed tears easily."
The young man said weakly: "Sir, I know I was wrong, but is Mr. Xie also wrong?"
"This..." Chen Qinglan didn't know how to answer for a while. After a while, she said, "I will have a good talk with Mr. Xie about this matter." She then stuffed a piece of pastry into his hand.
***The author has something to say***
This is just a foreshadowing, there won't be much writing, and the subsequent plot will focus on Tantai Heqing and Lan Ning.
