When Father Wei and Mother Wei came over, they found that the two children were standing obediently waiting for them at the door of the bookstore. They did not run around or move around. Looking from a distance, they were really so well-behaved that it made them feel distressed.
"How's it going? Did you buy a suitable book? Do you have enough money? My parents don't have enough." Wei's mother stepped forward and wanted to hold their hands to see if they were cold.
Wei Cheyu subconsciously dodged away. Wei's mother was stunned for a moment when her hands were grabbed at the same time before she could think of anything, and her thoughts were interrupted.
"Mom, your hands are so cold. Are you feeling cold?"
It was Wei Zhenzhen. She held Wei Mu's hand tightly and rubbed it from time to time, as if she was worried that Wei Mu was cold.
What a considerate little cotton-padded jacket.
Mother Wei smiled broadly, feeling warmed by Wei Zhenzhen. She shook the round and chubby little hand on the palm. It was fleshy, warm, and soft like the quilt at home. It felt so good.
She thought to herself that if Zhen Zhen couldn't lose weight in the future, she would rely on her voluptuousness to attract people. She must be careful not to let Zhen Zhen tan in the future and not let her do rough work to avoid damaging her skin.
Wei's mother used to be very worried about Wei Zhenzhen's future because Wei Zhenzhen was really a little fat, although she was much better than when she first came to her house.
I don’t know if it’s a diet problem, but although I’m still fat, the fat that made people feel greasy has gradually turned into a cute little fat.
But because of her terrifying strength, Wei's mother was really worried that no one would want her when she grew up.
I want to cruelly make her lose weight, but I can't bear her to starve. I think if it doesn't work, I'll make do with Brother Yu, but I'm afraid of hurting her.
Now that she felt the comfortable fleshy feeling on her palm, Wei's mother suddenly felt full of confidence in Wei Zhenzhen's future.
It was already evening when the family returned to the village, so no one in the village noticed their outing.
The next day, Wei's father continued to go hunting, and Wei's mother went with him.
After the autumn harvest, word came from the school that classes would continue to be suspended and classes would resume when the weather got warmer, so Wei Cheyu and Wei Zhenzhen stayed at home and did not go out.
Only this time, Wei Zhenzhen did not wisely leave private space for Wei Cheyu, but stayed in the room with him.
There was a neat piece of white paper spread out on the clean wooden table. While Wei Zhenzhen was studying the ink, she stared at the person writing on the paper very carefully, as if she wanted to penetrate his hand. .
In the end, Wei Cheyu couldn't help but stop writing, handed the brush over and asked, "How about... you try it first?"
Wei Zhenzhen refused sternly: "No, Brother Yuzi, you write, and I will watch you write. I will try again when I understand it. Don't waste paper."
"..."
In fact, Wei Cheyu had never seen Wei Zhenzhen write with a brush, and she didn't talk about it in school. When she went home to practice calligraphy, most of the time Wei Zhenzhen would write silently on the board or the ground with a charcoal pen. He once asked her to write with a brush, but she didn't. Maybe it was because she knew pen, ink and paper cost money, so even though he said it, she didn't use it after hearing it, and still wrote with charcoal pen.
Wei Cheyu was not a considerate or considerate person, and he would not force her even if she didn't listen.
He had already persuaded her to try, but she still refused. Wei Cheyu stopped persuading, took a deep breath, and tried to ignore her and focus on his own world of copying books.
One person is writing attentively, and the other is reading attentively. The atmosphere is very harmonious.
When it was lunch time, no one needed to bring it up. Wei Cheyu automatically stopped writing, and then went to the stove with Wei Zhenzhen to warm up the steamed buns and eat them. After eating, they went back to the room to continue copying.
Although the two of them did not communicate during the whole process, the atmosphere was quiet but not awkward. The relationship between the two was as natural and harmonious as the left hand and the right hand.
After three days of this kind of life, Wei Cheyu also got used to Wei Zhenzhen's burning eyes.
When Wei Cheyu started to write after lunch, Wei Zhenzhen asked cautiously: "Can I try it?"
Wei Cheyu was startled, a little surprised by her request. He thought she would keep watching.
"Of course," he handed the pen over and said softly, "Here you go."
Wei Zhenzhen waved her hand and refused: "I can just hold another pen myself, but can you see how I hold the pen? If it's not correct, can you help correct it?"
"Of course," Wei Cheyu was a little unaccustomed to Wei Zhenzhen taking the initiative to talk to him so much in private, and said with some caution that even he himself didn't know, "Just write it, I'll watch it here."
"Thank you, Brother Yuko, I won't take up too long of your time."
"It doesn't matter, I need to rest too, otherwise my wrist will be damaged if I keep writing."
Wei Zhenzhen nodded, solemnly picked up another brush placed on the table, and then carefully drew the first stroke on another piece of white paper, and then wrote the second stroke.
Wei Cheyu carefully observed the way she held the pen. The strength of the strokes surprised him. The way she held the pen was very correct. He could not tell that she was writing with a brush for the first time.
However, even if the pen was held correctly, as someone who had never written with a brush, the strength of the strokes was uneven. Wei Cheyu waited until she finished writing and finally recognized that the character was Wei - their family's surname.
“Actually, you can start by writing simpler words with fewer strokes,” he suggested.
"Okay, is there any problem with my pen-holding posture?"
"No, it's very correct," Wei Cheyu praised without hesitation, "You can't tell it's the first time you hold a pen. You are very powerful and talented."
"Then how long do you think it will take for me to write in a handwriting that can be used to copy books?"
"...You can't rush this," Wei Cheyu explained tactfully, "Many people have to practice for two hours every day, and it takes ten years to be recognized by everyone, so you just keep practicing, don't be impatient."
"oh."
Wei Zhenzhen was a little disappointed when she heard this. She thought that she could help the family quickly and earn money for her parents so that they would not have to work so hard. She did not expect that this method of making money would be far away.
However, Wei Zhenzhen has no intention of giving up, because this method of making money is currently the easiest and most profitable way she has found.
"Then Brother Yuko, you don't have to worry about me. I'll ask you if there's anything else."
Wei Cheyu nodded: "Okay."
The two of them returned to how they used to be, doing their own things without disturbing each other.
She didn't ask why he didn't need ten years. He also knew that he didn't need to explain, let alone cover up, and both parties tacitly ignored this issue.
The days passed slowly like this.
The earth begins to recover, the sun melts the white snow, and the footsteps of spring are closer.
Wei Cheyu and Wei Zhenzhen finally received the news from the school and classes were restarted.
So the activity of copying books every day stopped, and the school life of leaving early and coming back late resumed.
This time when classes started, Wei Cheyu had no intention of hiding himself anymore, and gradually exposed his reading ability in front of his master, because he wanted to take the imperial examination as soon as possible and accumulate strength and connections.
He originally thought that his behavior would shock his wife, so he had already thought of an excuse.
did not expect……
"Oh my God, you two are so smart."
"As expected of two brothers, brothers."
"Come on, come on, memorize this section again."
"That's right, that's right."
…
…
Master Hong was holding his beard and was very excited. He looked at Wei Cheyu and Wei Zhenzhen for a while, feeling proud and regretful at the same time.
Wei Cheyu knew what Master Hong regretted.
He turned around and looked at the people next to him, unaware of how earth-shattering his performance was.
Wei Cheyu recited a passage, and Master Hong was excited. Later, he found that Wei Zhenzhen could also recite it. The more times he recited it, Master Hong suddenly came up with an idea. He read the new text aloud and asked Wei Cheyu and Wei Zhenzhen to recite it to see how much they could recite. .
Wei Cheyu had already known these articles very well in his previous life, and in order to spread his reputation as a child prodigy as soon as possible so that people would not be surprised that he took the imperial examination at such a young age, he recited them without any concealment.
Then it was Wei Zhenzhen's turn. Under the master's shining eyes, she recited it smoothly.
Not to mention Master Hong was surprised, even Wei Cheyu was surprised. He had always known that she was a very good judge of people, but he thought this was related to her childhood life experience. She was afraid of being abandoned again, so she learned to watch people's words, so This didn't surprise him.
But he never knew that her memory was so good, nor that she was so talented at reading.
Especially when he saw the words she silently wrote in front of the Master, his sigh became even deeper.
After returning to school this time to study, Wei Cheyu took out the pen, ink and paper, so instead of writing with charcoal pens, they wrote with brushes.
In front of Master Hong, Wei Cheyu restrained his handwriting and tried to write like a child, but it was better than ordinary children. It made people admire his talent but not surprising.
Reciting can rely on memory, but writing really depends on talent and diligence.
Although Wei Cheyu had been staying in the room with Wei Zhenzhen writing before, because she had never asked him for advice except for the first time, he had not paid attention to the progress of her writing.
He knew there would be progress, but he never imagined it would be so great.
"You are all child prodigies! I must ask your parents how they gave birth to you? Is it because your parents are smart?"
No, actually they are not related by blood.
She is the prodigy, not him.
Listening to Master Hong's high praise for them, and looking at the words on the paper that although the structure and organization are still somewhat lacking, the writing skills are no longer problematic, Wei Cheyu silently reflected on himself, whether he had thought a little too much before, what worries? His parents will think he is strange and worry about arousing suspicion from others. Are these worries unnecessary?
He looked at Wei Zhenzhen and then at himself.
Once again, he expressed his feelings toward Wei Zhenzhen——
Complex and difficult to describe.
