As soon as it was a holiday, Gai Jun brought the hunting animals from Shouyang Mountain as a tribute to Ma Rixi, and started his first Confucian classics class. Ma Rixi knew that he didn't like the complicated scriptures, so he just picked up some principles from the scriptures and gave them to him.
During the explanation, ancient deeds and characters were interspersed with comments. Gai Jun listened with great interest and secretly praised Ma Rixi for being a famous Confucian scholar in Kansai and that he spoke much better than his father.
After class, Gai Jun went to the Cai Mansion again. Unfortunately, Cai Yong was invited by the Yuan family's children to go out of the city for an outing. He hesitated for a moment, handed the horse to the care of the doorman, and entered the gate.
The servant held the horse and stood still. Although Cai Yong had ordered him to come and go without reporting, the master was not at home now. If he bumped into the female family members...
Seeing his figure walking further and further away, the doorman opened his mouth, but did not stop him in the end.
Gai Jun didn't know why he was so reckless. Was it because of the thin girl who was tortured by the disease? As a guest, he could only enter and exit the study. A girl who had been sick for a long time was more likely to be in the boudoir?
Stepping into the study, he suddenly saw Cai Wanku sitting under the window, resting his forehead with his hands, thinking deeply, with a trace of sadness on his beautiful face. Gai Jun's long-sealed heart suddenly cracked, and he admitted,
He was moved.
"Uncle Shi."
Gai Jun suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, raised the hare in his hand, and said with a smile: "Yesterday I went to Shouyang Mountain to hunt some game, so I brought it over. It's not a big gift -" After a pause, he said again: "You and I
We are close in age, so there is no need to meet anyone, so you can call me Ziying."
"..."
It seems... Cai Wan doesn't seem to agree. Of course she won't agree.
Gai Jun was a little embarrassed and nervous. He couldn't understand how he could say such mindless words. In today's era, even wives rarely call their husbands by their first names, let alone a girl who has nothing to do with him.
.
Cai Wan's eyes flashed with shrewdness, and he pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Are you really the wise and courageous Gai Ying known to the world?"
"..." Gai Jun realized that he was being teased by a little girl, and asked in embarrassment: "When will your respected father come back?"
"Maybe it's sunset, maybe it's evening."
Does it mean that Cai Yong has not returned all day? It means that you are waiting here in vain, it means...
In other words, an eviction order?
"In that case, um..." Gai Jun's eyes accidentally fell on the guqin on the table, coughed and said: "Have you memorized the first paragraph of "The Wild Geese Falling on the Sand"? Play a section and listen."
"Okay." Cai Wan responded briskly, not surprised at all by Gai Jun's request, and seemed to have completely forgotten the eviction order. He walked to the case and sat down, rolled up his sleeves, revealing a pair of frosty wrists, light and bright.
The ethereal sound of the piano flows along the white fingertips.
Gai Jun ignored being teased again, closed his eyes and listened, secretly sighing that she was indeed a talented woman, her skill level was as good as Cai Yong's, and was much better than him.
The first section of "Goose Falling on the Flat Sand" is not long. Cai Wan played it three times before he stopped. Thinking that he was suffering from an incurable disease, his pale face was filled with poignant sadness: "This piece is so beautiful. In my lifetime,
If you can learn this song, you will die without regrets."
Gai Jun's heart suddenly tightened and he consoled him: "There are as many wonderful people in the world as there are stars. There must be a master doctor who can cure your disease."
Cai Wan's beautiful eyes stared at him for a moment. Even though Gai Jun was a bit unbearable, he just didn't want to look away.
"Thank you, Mr. Gai Lang." Cai Wan was the first to be unable to support him and lowered his head to thank him. "Does Mr. Gai Lang have any brothers or sisters?"
"I have a sister, she is eleven years old this year, her name is Liao, and her nickname is He'er." Mentioning my sister, a bright smile appeared on Gai Jun's face.
"Liao Zhe Cheng Ye, she must like to pester you very much?"
"She is so naughty..."
Gai Jun shared the joys of his brother and sister with Cai Wan while falling into memories. Those were his happiest days.
"What an enviable brother-sister relationship! I am suffering from an incurable disease. My eldest brother is five years old and my sister is a hundred years old. Although I love them deeply, I only dare to look at them from a distance and have never hugged them." Cai Wan looked on.
Sad, and then with a look of longing in his eyes: "I really want to hug their soft bodies!"
Gai Jun's expression froze. The infant mortality rate in the Han Dynasty was so horribly high that even the emperor's family could not be saved. This was due to their poor resistance. Cai Wan had been sick all year round. Even if her parents allowed her to get close to her younger siblings, she herself might not be able to survive.
Will hide far away.
"I was so moved by the love between Gai Langjun and his sister that I said these words. Don't blame me."
"It doesn't matter." Gai Jun nodded understandingly.
"I have mastered the first section, please teach me another section."
"good."
Gai Jun came to the desk and sat down on his knees. The last time he taught piano, there was nothing wrong with Cai Yong between the two of them. But this time it was different. Looking at the girl who was only one foot away from him, his breathing became a little rapid, and he couldn't help but
He laughed at himself that his thoughts were not like those of a modern person, so he hurriedly calmed down and began to teach attentively. In his previous life, he was also very fast at learning the piano. Compared with Cai Wan, there was a world of difference. By the time the sun went down, she had memorized less than half of the music.
Gai Jun looked up at the sky, knowing how inconvenient it would be to stay any longer, so he said, "It's getting late, and your father hasn't returned yet. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you today. There will be too much trouble, so I'll say goodbye."
Cai Wan walked him to the door of the study, frowned and said, "If he hadn't been ill, he would have been sent far away."
"Farewell."
Gai Jun cupped his hands and turned around and left.
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As mid-July passes, the daytime temperature is still hot and there is no coolness at all.
Gai Jun has been in Beijing for a month. He seldom goes to the classroom to listen to the doctor's lectures on weekdays. This is not his ambition. Most of the time he gathers with friends, goes hunting in the mountains, or has banquets. If he comes to Yaxing, he will stay outside the room.
Playing the piano under the bamboo forest, the music he played was astonishing even to Cai Yong, let alone others. At this time, he would be surrounded by dozens or hundreds of students, and his reputation became more and more popular. Eventually, even Confucian scholars and officials came to admire his reputation.
There is a special pride hidden deep in his bones. No matter how famous the person is, he will never rush over to get acquainted with him unless the other person speaks first.
Generally speaking, my days at Taixue were leisurely and comfortable. However, I could avoid the doctoral courses, but I could not avoid the teacher Ma Rixi. Fortunately, there were not many courses, and I had Cai Yong as a shield. Cai Yong took a bath every five days, which was very good.
We rarely see each other, but he is not interested in drinking. He thinks Cai Yong is fake, but Cai Wan is real. The two of them compete in piano skills and calligraphy, and occasionally bury their heads in books and talk passionately. Their feelings for each other are growing day by day.
It is not yet love between a man and a woman, but no one can guarantee whether it will change in the future.
At the same time, he received his first letter from home since he entered Taixue University. Looking at his mother's elegant and beautiful handwriting, he felt sad. The letter was very long, with thousands of words in it. The first part was mostly about trivial matters at home. The second half of the letter suddenly changed, and the handwriting changed.
It was neat and well-ordered. It was my father's handwriting. It mainly wrote about official affairs and policies. I scanned the page and was disappointed to see that I didn't see A-mei's handwriting. After reading it carefully, I learned that A-mei was still angry with him.
It seems that he really hurt her by leaving without saying goodbye.);.