Wei Jingwei smiled lightly and said nothing. She passed him directly and picked up the copybook on the desk. Then she looked at the fine rice paper placed on the desk, but there was no trace of use.
"Why is this copybook here with you?" she said, pretending to be confused.
Brother Cheng squeezed his hand and said, "My son also wants to practice calligraphy. I saw that Xia Ning's copybook was good, so I brought it."
Wei Jingwei held the copybook and said thoughtfully, "Oh? I didn't know that Brother Cheng has the habit of practicing calligraphy now. I happen to know a little bit, why don't you give me the calligraphy you practice on weekdays? Take a look, maybe I can talk to you."
As soon as these words came out, Brother Cheng's face turned pale.
After muttering for a long time, he finally said, "My son, it's been cold these days and I haven't practiced calligraphy."
Wei Jingwei continued: "The one from before."
"lost."
Seeing the eloquent look of brother Cheng opposite, Wei Jingwei finally said with a hint of real anger in her tone, "Lost it? You, the majestic young master of the Mei family, who dares to throw away the calligraphy you practiced? Is it the boy next to you?" Then you can’t have this kind of servant, why don’t you let me help you with a few more people.”
When he heard that his usual servant was about to be replaced, Brother Cheng frowned and finally said unwillingly: "No, mother, actually... I haven't practiced calligraphy at all these days."
After getting the answer, Wei Jingwei found a chair and sat down, gently placed the copybook on the small table at hand, and said calmly: "Then why did you take the copybook away."
Brother Cheng stood there and looked at his toes, absent-mindedly, "Because Xia Ning is a servant, my son thinks he doesn't deserve to use such a good copybook. He doesn't deserve to use his mother's things."
He felt a little aggrieved. His mother finally came here once, but the one she talked about the most was Xia Ning.
Talking about Xia Ning and Xia Ning, who is her son?
He bit his lip, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Wei Jingwei looked at Brother Cheng in front of her. She didn't realize that she had done something wrong, and instead blamed others.
If you open your mouth and shut up, you are unworthy, and you are a subordinate. The human heart is full of flesh, and there is no trace of the most basic compassion. If such a person really climbs to a high position, it will be the beginning of the suffering of the people below.
The more Wei Jingwei thought about it, the more horrified she felt. She died early in her last life, and she didn't know what happened to her later.
But thinking about it, with Mei Yuanqing's ability and power at the time, and with Brother Cheng still in high school, his future must be unlimited.
He is the only one in the Mei family, so they must fully support him.
After he takes office, with this kind of temperament, how miserable the people below him will be.
You can't think deeply about this matter. The more you think about it, Wei Jingwei's heart surges like waves.
To study and educate people, you must first cultivate your mind. Otherwise, what is the use of just being able to read?
"You still don't know where you went wrong, right?"
Hearing Wei Jingwei's question, Brother Cheng raised his head, his pink face showing both grievance and stubbornness.
"My son doesn't know. My son only knows that my mother doesn't like me, so she blames me for being a servant." As he spoke, he shed tears.
He opened his mouth and burst into tears.
The boys at the door immediately ran in. Most of them were older than Brother Cheng, and they came forward to coax and comfort him. After coaxing him for a long time, he still couldn't be coaxed.
While he was crying, he kept his peripheral vision at Wei Jingwei standing beside him. Seeing that she was standing there unmoved, he immediately cried louder.
But there were clearly no tears anymore, it was just thunder and rain.
Wei Jingwei saw it clearly and felt even more disgusted in her heart.
I wanted to let him fend for himself in this life, but he didn't expect that Brother Cheng would grow crooked without her doing anything. Now it seems that this is quite crooked, plus he is about to be seven years old now. As the saying goes, when you see old age at the age of three, it is probably very embarrassing to break up.
She frowned and said impatiently: "How long are you going to cry? You only cry when something happens. This is what you learned from your husband when you were studying."
Brother Cheng saw that she did not take care of him and comfort him as much as before, but instead scolded him. He suddenly stood up and pointed at Wei Jingwei and said angrily: "You actually treat me like this. I don't have a mother like you. I want to tell my father, I don’t want you to be my mother!”
After saying that, he ran out and ran out. The sky was getting dark now, and there was even the slightest drizzle in the winter. Although it wouldn't make anyone get wet and sick, the road was extremely difficult to walk.
In addition, the small courtyard outside Wutong Garden is paved with small stones, so it becomes extremely slippery after being wet by rain. On weekdays, you have to be careful when walking on it after it rains, let alone running.
So not long after, I heard several boys exclaiming from outside, "Master!"
"Master, be careful!"
"Is the young master okay? Go and call the doctor quickly, the young master broke his mouth!"
"Go! Go!"
The shouts of several people echoed one after another, and then there was a loud cry and howl.
Soon what happened here alarmed Ci'antang and Mei Yuanqing.
It was late at night, and Mei's mother was supported by her maid, and she rushed towards Wutong Garden without even combing her hair.
After all, she was old, and she had lived a pampered life since coming to Beijing. She was already out of breath from exhaustion when she walked into the inner room.
"Cheng... where is Brother Cheng...er!"
She panted heavily and asked while being served by the maid and sitting down.
Wei Jingwei walked out and said, "Mom, the doctor is here, cleaning his wounds."
When Mei's mother heard that there was a wound, her heart tightened even more, and she quickly asked: "Is the injury serious? Is everything okay? If you need good medicinal materials, I still have some in the warehouse. What is going on? It's so late, how could I run and fall and get injured?"
Mei's mother kept looking inside as she spoke.
Although she thought that she would be blamed, Wei Jingwei still said quietly: "This matter is also related to me. I came to Wutong Garden to visit brother Cheng today because I said a few words to him about some things. I never thought that he would be angry. It was my fault that he ran out, I didn't stop him, and the road outside was slippery, so he fell."
As expected, Mei's mother frowned, her mouth tightened downwards, and her face looked very ugly.
She said in a sharp voice: "Are you crazy, Mrs. Wei? You only have a son like this! You have to know! In our Mei family, we only have a single Miaomiao like Brother Cheng. You don't have a good rest at night and you come to him to go crazy." ! I think you don’t want to live a good life!"
As she spoke, she banged her hands on the table angrily.
Mei Yuanqing and Zhang Ruoruo also walked in closely.
Seeing Wei Jingwei standing in front of Mei's mother without saying a word, Mei's mother was furious. He said in confusion: "Mom, what's wrong? Even if Mrs. Wei has done something wrong, you have to take care of yourself."
This is somewhat suspicious of what Wei Jingwei said. Zhang Ruoruo stood aside with a dark look in his eyes.
