Zhao Rong changed the teaching method according to the previous plan.
Let all the students of Suixingtang stay in the school to practice calligraphy, and he will tutor them in class.
Zhao Rong had previously discovered that few people seemed to read and correct the comments he had worked so hard to write after receiving them.
Then we have to supervise it under our noses.
at this time.
The Suixing Hall was extremely quiet, with no human voice.
There was only the sound of grinding ink and the sound of the brush rubbing against the rough rice paper.
All the students huddled at their desks.
Zhao Rong walked back and forth between the seats with his hands behind his back.
He looked around.
The morning sunlight fell from the skylight at the top of the school and shone on Zhao Rong who passed by from time to time.
At a certain moment, Zhao Rong suddenly stopped at a desk and stood behind the student who was bending over the desk.
The student had a slender figure. At this moment, as the footsteps of Zhao Rong disappeared suddenly behind her, her shoulders shook slightly and her wrists slanted.
The dark ink smudged the white rice paper, giving it a strange beauty, but it also ruined the calligraphy.
Seeing Li Xueyou acting like a frightened deer, Zhao Rong's lips twitched slightly.
Why are you so nervous? I don’t want to eat you.
Facing the painted words.
Li Xueyou's shoulders shrank, her little hand holding the brush also shrank into her arms, and then she hurriedly packed it away.
Zhao Rong saw the little girl with dimples in front of him getting busier and busier. He smiled and shook his head, walked to her desk and helped her put it away.
Li Xueyou grabbed the brush, lowered her eyebrows, glanced at him, and whispered as if she had made a mistake: "Mr. Zhao."
Zhao Rong did not turn to look at her, but raised his head and said softly to the students who were watching curiously: "Nothing, just continue writing."
The school returned to its quiet state just now.
Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and continued to help Li Xueyou clean up the desk, "See if it got on him."
Li Xueyou glanced at his focused side face.
Then he put down the brush and lowered his head to check.
The little girl with dimples lowered her voice and said, "No, thank you Mr. Zhao."
Zhao Rong shook his head, "It's my fault. I didn't expect you to react so strongly. But, Miss Li, why are you so shy? We are all familiar classmates."
Li Xueyou lowered his head with a shy expression, but then raised his head again and mustered up the courage to say:
"It's not because you all like to come from behind. In class, the teacher stops behind you and doesn't move away. We students will be very nervous, okay?"
Zhao Rong stopped and glanced at her with a slightly strange look. However, seeing the serious and innocent look on the little girl's face, he secretly said a few words of guilt.
It turns out something is wrong with me...
Zhao Rong nodded solemnly, "That's right. Miss Li is so young, but she didn't expect to have so much experience. She is really beautiful and smart."
Being praised by him, Li Xue's young face turned red, her lips and teeth slightly parted: "What's there to praise?"
Zhao Rong smiled, helped her clear the desk, clapped his hands, and prepared to leave.
Li Xueyou suddenly said: "Mr. Zhao, yes, I'm sorry."
Zhao Rong was curious, "What are you sorry for?"
Li Xueyou raised her head and looked at him.
"I'm apologizing for Brother Youyi. His temperament is just like this. He is a bit cold and should not be approached by strangers. It was a bit rude to barge in this morning, but he did this because he cared about me. Mr. Zhao, actually Youyi
Brother is very nice."
Zhao Rong patiently listened to this shy little girl, thought for a while, and nodded.
He smiled freely and said, "It's okay, I can understand. If the person I like may be bullied, I might go even further than him..."
While Zhao Rong was talking eloquently, Li Xueyou's expression froze after he uttered a certain sentence.
She opened her eyes wide and hurriedly interrupted: "Wait a minute, Mr. Zhao, who is the person you like being bullied?"
Zhao Rong paused.
Li Xueyou didn't wait for his answer and rushed to speak again, her tone a bit dumbfounding.
"Brother Duyi doesn't like me anymore. Well, I do the same. I just treat him as an elder brother. Brother Duyi... he likes my sister!"
"Huh?" Zhao Rong blinked.
Li Xueyou raised her head.
The two stared at each other.
Zhao Rong thought for a moment and nodded slowly, "That's it."
He coughed lightly, "So, you are my sister-in-law?"
"Yeah." Li Xueyou raised her chin, her tone unprecedentedly filled with pride.
"If you want to marry my sister, you have to pass my test. My words are more effective than my father's. My sister doesn't listen to him, only mine."
Zhao Rong thought for a while, took a breath of cold air, and suddenly said:
"It turns out I like your sister... you are my sister-in-law... isn't this even better!"
Li Xueyou: "???"
In front of the table, the little girl with dimples was stunned.
Zhao Rong frowned, "I mean, with Miss Li's talent and appearance, she can find another scholar to be her husband. In this way, with two scholars by her side, they can walk sideways in the academy in the future. Uh, what do you think?
Where has it gone?"
"…………"
Li Xueyou calmed down, quickly turned her eyes away, and looked away...
After a while, Zhao Rong left with a smile.
The little girl with dimples lowered her head and whispered softly.
"I...I'm just a mortal. Where can I find such a good husband?"
But no one heard it.
When she was silent, the woman in purple, whose temperament was like March's cold weather in early spring, and whose smile was like April's day in the world, was gone.
She went to find her husband.
This woman in purple clothes makes people forget about the world. Her husband is named Zhao Ziyu, who is mumbling, with shadows in her eyes, and worried eyes.
On the lakeside promenade at this moment.
Yang Wuwei and Sima turned aside and stood quietly on both sides of the corridor, looking back at the leaving figure of the cold-tempered woman in purple.
She went in the direction they had just come from.
Sima Duyi was stunned and speechless.
Yang Wuwei had a smile on his face, closed his eyes slightly, and looked appreciative.
"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent, who can captivate a city with one smile, and captivate a country with another smile."
As soon as he finished speaking, he sighed and shook his head.
"Junior Brother Ziyu is so lucky. My wife is such a beautiful woman. I am overwhelmed, overwhelmed... Oh no, if I were Junior Brother Ziyu, why would I be willing to do those backbreaking jobs in the East Pavilion on the seventh floor of the library? It's thankless and thankless.
They are all old-fashioned and won’t go to Youlan Mansion even if they beg me to go..."
"It's just a pity, no."
Yang Wuwei was talking to himself, and when he finished speaking, he smiled casually and flicked the romantic scarf behind his head.
Sima Duyi seemed not to have heard what this elegant young man said.
Immersed in his own world, staring at the dazzling purple clothes, silent.
Yang Wuwei was not upset, his face was as usual, and he was still talking to himself.
"However, this Miss Zhao, it seems that there may be some minor problems in her practice. Well, I have heard about it before. It is indeed correct. I am right. I just don't know whether it is the heart lake or the dantian. The former seems to be more troublesome... Hey,
It just so happens that you can use it.”
Suddenly, his eyes brightened slightly, as if he had thought of some way to deal with it, and the smile on his face grew wider, and he glanced in the direction of Suixingtang where Zhao Rong was.
The elegant young man's expression seemed to have made up his mind.
Sima Duyi ignored this companion, but slowly lowered his head and took out a purple Confucian classic from his sleeve.
The cold-eyed young man flipped through a few pages and suddenly stopped.
He looked at the new verses on the page and smiled softly.
Who said love is hard to write into a book, it’s just that it’s not deep yet.
He also has a "book" sent to her.
At this time, on the waterside promenade.
An elegant young man who talks to himself incessantly like a talkative man.
A silent young man with cold eyes turned the page quietly like a deaf-mute.
Two Linlu Academy reading seeds with different painting styles stand together, a strange combination, but they look surprisingly matched, without any contradiction...