Meng Xinghe was sitting in the temporarily arranged wing. He stared blankly at the seven or eight-year-old girl opposite. He didn't know how a little eight-year-old girl could understand the "Analects of Confucius" in her hand. But Yu girl's expression when reading is more serious than the children studying in private school. It must be because Old Yu has strict discipline on her. He has wanted to train her to become a talented and learned woman since she was a child. This is in line with the appearance of a well-educated lady.
Seeing that it was getting dark outside, Meng Xinghe gave the order to expel the guests and said, "Why don't you leave? You've been staying here all afternoon. Aren't you hungry? You didn't even eat dinner."
Yu Yatou read a passage from the Analects of Confucius and learned it over time. She said: "My grandfather asked me to come to you. I won't leave tonight. Even if I sleep, I will sleep on your bed." Yu Yatou is not afraid of the person in front of her who is older than her. There are many people who pretend to be helpless but refuse to leave. It is probably something inherited from the Yu family and they are born with it.
Come on. I'm scared of you little Bodhisattva. Meng Xinghe is a good man and doesn't fight with women. He lies on the bed alone first, lest the only sleeping place will be occupied by this little guy later.
"Stingy." There was a hint of disdain in Yu Yatou's eyes. She continued to read her book. It was hard to imagine that an eight-year-old girl could have such strong self-control. Women in ancient times matured precociously. It seems that this statement is true.
Meng Xinghe didn't bother or interfere with Yu Yatou's study from time to time. He guessed in his mind that Old Yu sent the girl to his room. It was just when her aunt came to see her tonight. He helped Old Yu out. Coming up with an idea to reunite their father and daughter is not a very clever move. It would be strange if Meng Xinghe couldn't see it.
Time passed slowly while Yu Yatou was reading and literacy. After a while, when dusk fell, a maid brought in a box of snacks. Yu Yatou, who was already hungry, picked up a piece of cake politely and asked Meng Xinghe if he wanted to eat. Then he stuffed it into his mouth without waiting for his answer.
Being teased by a little girl, Meng Xinghe was not ready to retaliate.
He had not fallen asleep and jumped up from the bed. He picked up the pastries on the table and started to fill his stomach.
Yu Yatou, who has a small appetite but will eat when she is hungry, after enjoying a piece of pastry, looked at the man in front of her who was many years older than her with eyes as bright as autumn water. She said curiously: "My grandpa said you He is the number one scholar in this year's imperial examination."
Meng Xinghe nodded without reply. It was an answer to this little girl with pure eyes. Who knew that his seemingly low-key answer made Yu Yatou raise her eyebrows as thin as a willow in disdain. She looked disbelieving Meng. Xinghe's strength. He said: "With your appearance, you will also be the number one scholar. Then I will take part in the imperial examination and I can also be the number one scholar."
Meng Xinghe didn't say that women couldn't take part in the imperial examination, but he still kept his words in his mouth. Yu Yatou, who had stopped eating cakes, suddenly stuffed a pen into Meng Xinghe's hand: "I'm sorry to deceive a child like me. Here you go. Pen. If you can write a sentence that can move even a little girl like me, I will obey you."
Anyway, there is nothing wrong with being idle. As a result of Meng Xinghe's high profile, Yu Yatou took the brush in her hand and took the Analects of Confucius that she had read earlier. She opened it on the blank space of the first page and wrote a row of cursive fonts on it.
Yu Yatou took it and looked at it for a long time. She didn't understand it. Finally, she had to ask for an explanation and said: "What kind of ghostly symbols are written on it? Does it look like Chinese characters?" Yu Yatou said she didn't understand, but she still admired these things in her heart. The font was similar to before, grand and beautiful. It was more majestic than her grandfather's wild cursive font. However, her literacy was limited and she could not understand what Meng Xinghe wrote. Otherwise, she would not belittle him.
In fact, Meng Xinghe was not trying to be mysterious. He just wrote a poem "Butterfly Loves Flowers" by Liu Yong in modern simplified Chinese characters. He had read a Chinese classics master said about the three realms of reading. Now he wrote it in Yu Yatou's "The Analects of Confucius" Above. In addition to reminding her to study hard, he also used a preface to commemorate the ladies in Chang'an.
The seven or eight-year-old Yu Yatou couldn't understand the anxiety in Meng Xinghe's eyes that only showed when there was no one around. She had already filled her stomach with a piece of pastry. She took another piece and took a bite, unwilling to sit down and read. But in the end It was humming inside. He must be complaining that Meng Xinghe was too stingy and didn't explain what he wrote.
Just as Yu Yatou continued to flip through the book "The Analects of Confucius" in her hand.
The whistle sounded outside the door, with a hint of sadness.
Although dusk had fallen, Meng Xinghe still saw a graceful woman sitting on the wall of the courtyard. She was wearing a black night clothes and a black cloak covering her entire face. She was dressed a bit like she had seen martial arts movies before. The chivalrous woman in.
"Auntie." Yu Yatou was familiar with the sound of the flute. She happily jumped down from her seat and immediately rushed out of Meng Xinghe's small house.
Hearing Yu Yatou's voice, the chivalrous girl holding a bamboo flute in both hands immediately inserted the bamboo flute diagonally around her waist and jumped down from the wall very lightly.
"Yaoyao." The voice was very soft, just like a mother's.
Meng Xinghe leaned against the door, watching such a warm and touching scene, and then coughed twice in a very unpleasant way.
"Would you like to come in and sit for a while?" Meng Xinghe was so polite for the first time. He also had that kind of harmless smile on his face. You wouldn't hate it even if you saw it a hundred times.
Hearing a man's voice, the woman who was busy getting close to Yu Yatou raised her head and saw Meng Xinghe standing in front. Even through a layer of black gauze, Meng Xinghe could clearly feel the woman's sharp gaze. He I even vaguely feel that although I have never seen this person before, I always feel that I have met him somewhere. Otherwise, I would not have such a strong sense of déjà vu.
Even if there are ups and downs in his heart, Meng Xinghe can remain calm.
"If the girl thinks that me, a stranger here, will hinder the atmosphere of your meeting, then I will go out for a walk first and come back later." Meng Xinghe politely gave up his treasure house. He thought he still had He is not charming enough to be attracted to a woman with a weird personality who does not even recognize her own father as soon as they meet. She chooses to retreat. It is just to give others some private space. But Meng Xinghe is not the kind of person with a big belly who can tolerate everything in the world. The saint added another sentence: "I hope I won't be turned away when I come back to sleep later."
The woman directly rejected Meng Xinghe's kindness and said: "No need. It's the same with or without you. Anyway, in the eyes of this girl, men are just garbage." She didn't give Meng Xinghe any chance to bear the pain. The woman had already led Yu Yatou from Meng Xinghe walked in beside her. It seemed like what she said was true: men are like dirt.
Meng Xinghe was not to be outdone. When the woman passed by him, he sniffed it vigorously. It smelled so good. Gouache is also the most famous in Dongdu. Then he didn't feel blushing. He said: "They overestimate me. In fact, I