When Ding Wenruo heard what his father said, he turned his head curiously and looked at He An and Fan Dazhi with a slight smile on his face.
He An sat upright and thought to himself.
When Fan Dazhi heard Ding Feiyong's question, it felt like there was a nail under his buttocks. He sat there and swayed. He felt the teacher's eyes on him, and stood up with a shiver in his heart. He clapped his hands and praised loudly: "Okay!"
However, the applause was sparse and no one echoed it. The three people's eyes were staring at him at the same time. Fan Dazhi suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and he lowered his head and sat down again.
Ding Wenruo couldn't help laughing, covered his lips with his sleeves and smiled softly.
"Where is the best place? Tell me in detail!"
Ding Feiyong picked up the tea cup tepidly and took a sip.
"Well... the students think that the sound is beautiful and really wonderful... that... the sage once said that when you listen to Shao music for three months, you will not know the taste of meat. If I could hear such music every day, I would rather not eat meat for three months. !”
Fan Dazhi pinched his cheek, thought for a moment, and said it firmly.
"You're such a naughty guy, you're the most lazy!"
Ding Feiyong spit out a piece of tea, pointed at Fan Dazhi and couldn't help laughing and cursing.
He turned around and asked He An: "Can you tell me what's wrong? Don't just praise and point out the shortcomings, only then can people make progress!"
He An couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He pondered for a moment, bowed helplessly and said: "The teacher insisted that I point out the shortcomings. The student thinks... the succession of Bian Gong, Bian Zheng and Shangyin is a little slow and a little high-pitched... other than that Other than that, Wen Ruo’s playing is flawless!”
As soon as He An said this, Ding Feiyong laughed loudly while stroking his beard and said, "Wen Ruo, what are you talking about? Let's see the details in detail, right?"
Regardless of any musical instrument, the pronunciations are: Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu, Bian Gong, and Bian Zheng, which are called "seven tones".
Bianzheng and Biangong are the "two changes" in the ancient musical scale. Bianzheng is the musical sound between the horn sound and the Zhengyin, and Biangong is the musical sound between the Yuyin and the Gongyin.
"Bian" means "low" in music. To put it simply, "Bian Zheng" and "Bian Gong" are sounds half a tone lower than "Zheng" and "Gong".
Although He An also understands music, he is still a little short of mastery. However, after his cultivation reached the "Refining Realm", his ears and eyes are more sensitive than ordinary people. He just walked through the courtyard and listened to the music of the piano, and he easily captured this. A slight change.
Forced to tell the truth at this time, he secretly glanced at Ding Wenruo, feeling a little uneasy.
Ding Wenruo's cheeks were slightly red, but he was not unhappy at all. He whispered softly: "Wen Ruo has been practicing this piece for a short time, but it actually made the two senior brothers laugh!"
After saying that, he glared at Ding Feiyong coquettishly, and when he looked at He An, there was a glint in his eyes.
Ding Feiyong laughed, his eyes fell on the long box in He An's arms, and he couldn't help but be a little confused.
"The teacher has always cared for the students, and often asked Wen Ruo to bring rare books for us to observe and study. Dazhi and I are deeply grateful and have nothing to repay, so we gave the teacher a pen to express our gratitude!"
He An stood up, holding the box in both hands, walked up to Ding Feiyong with Fan Dazhi, and bowed deeply.
"Because I love you so much, I don't hesitate to impart all my treasures to you... You two actually learn how to give gifts? It's so cliché!"
Ding Feiyong showed displeasure and glanced at the exquisite box in He An's hand. His face became increasingly angry: "Buying such an exquisite gift costs a lot of money! You don't put your studies first, but you imitate extravagant and exaggerated behavior. It's really... …It disappoints me!”
Despite Ding Feiyong's heartbreaking reprimand, He An's heart was filled with gratitude and warmth. The teacher's character was truly admirable.
"We found the materials ourselves, the pens were made by both of us, and this box was a gift from the owner of Bao Mo Xuan. The students are short of money and cannot afford it!"
Fan Dazhi never expected that giving a gift would make the teacher unhappy. He explained a little aggrievedly, and then he touched his stomach, which made a few unsatisfactory gurgling sounds.
"I see, it's rare that you have worked so hard... But in the future, you can't be like this... If you have any difficulties in life or studies, please feel free to come to me at any time!"
Ding Feiyong's face softened, knowing that he had wrongly blamed the two students, he reached out to take the box and put it on the table, and asked Ding Wenruo to order the servants to prepare the meals.
"I'm so happy today, you two have to drink a few drinks with me!"
Seeing He An and the others getting up to say goodbye, Ding Feiyong feigned anger, holding a tea cup in his hand, and was about to say something when a "Meow~oo..." suddenly sounded in the room.
When Ding Wenruo reached the door, he stopped and looked around with his wonderful eyes.
"Meow~woo"
Another short meow came from Fan Dazhi. His chest and abdomen were slightly bulging, and his head poked out from his collar.
"I met a little kitten on the road. It followed me and refused to leave...it looked so pitiful!"
Fan Dazhi was a little embarrassed. He reached out and pulled out the little black cat and put it on the ground.
"What a cute cat!"
Ding Wenruo looked at the little black cat with blue eyes, rolling around on the ground like a fur ball, his eyes full of love, but for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"It's just a little dirty. I'll have someone boil some hot water and give it a good bath!"
Ding Wenruo said and walked out of the study.
Ding Feiyong looked at his daughter dotingly and chatted with He An about the "six rhythms", "eight styles" and "nine songs" related to the "seven tones".
Seeing that the teacher didn't care at all that he was carrying a cat, Fan Dazhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, teasing the little black cat on the ground, and occasionally answering a few questions from the teacher.
Not long after, Ding Wenruo led a few old women into the room carrying wooden basins and buckets, and everyone got busy.
The basin was filled with steaming water. Ding Wenruo put his hand in, tested the water temperature, mixed some cold water, and called Fan Dazhi to bring the kitten over.
The warm water soaked the little black cat's hair. The little guy seemed to be enjoying himself and closed his blue pupils. He stood motionless in the water basin and allowed Ding Wenruo to gently rub it with soap and soap.
The "Six Temperaments" involve musical instruments, and the "Eight Winds" correspond to the "Book of Changes". He An didn't understand the obscure parts in it, so he humbly asked Ding Feiyong for advice.
The two of them were asking and answering questions. One was teaching intently and the other was listening intently. Unknowingly, it was already dark outside.
"I can't tell... He is not only well-read, but also very knowledgeable about music. He can actually hear the subtle changes in the music I play! I humbly ask for advice when I don't understand something, but he is not like those who pretend to be elegant and don't understand. Officials who understand..."
Ding Wenruo squatted next to bathe the little black cat, listening from time to time, thinking to himself that the kitten in the basin sneezed, trembling, and the water droplets splashed on her face.
Ding Wenruo covered her face with her long sleeves and let out a sweet cry, and quickly ordered the old lady beside her to wipe the kitten clean, wrap it in a cotton mattress, and put it beside the fire pot.
After all this was done, the old ladies packed their things and left. For some reason, Ding Wenruo suddenly felt that today was the happiest day for her in recent times.
The little black cat was washed clean, dried its hair by the fire pot, and ran around on the ground energetically. Its hair was black and shiny, faintly glowing purple under the lamp, and it stared at a pair of bright blue eyes. He tilted his head and looked at everyone.
"Cats have the shortest body, big round eyes, and slender tail, and a tiger-like face with a loud and majestic voice..."
Ding Feiyong looked at the little black cat on the ground, stroked his beard and said leisurely.
"Pure yellow coat color is the top grade, followed by pure white, pure black next, and pure civet color. If it is a tabby cat, the top grade is the one with dark clouds and snow, followed by tortoiseshell spots, and if it is a variegated tabby cat, it is the top grade. It’s inferior!”
Ding Wenruo said happily: "Father, it turns out you understand cats! I didn't expect cats to have so many words. Then what kind of grade does this kitten have in my father's opinion?"
"You have forgotten that there were many cats in our house back then. Your grandfather liked raising cats the most, but...since his old man was in poor health, he has never kept one at home!"
Ding Feiyong was very knowledgeable and talked about these treasures, but at the end, he looked a little sad.
Seeing that He An and Fan Dazhi were listening with great interest, he stood up, walked to the bookshelf, paused briefly, and pulled out a yellowed book.
"The one with a pure white body and only black feet is named "Snowy Night Fighter". The cat Dazhi is just the opposite, named "Walking in the Snow to Seek Plum Blossoms"! It is also a rare masterpiece. If you two are interested, this book Take the book and read it.”
Ding Feiyong said, handing over the yellowed book in his hand.
"It's okay for you to raise a cat, but... don't lose your mind by playing with things and delay your studies!"
Fan Dazhi took it respectfully with both hands, but it was a copy of "The Book of Cats".
"I heard from Wen Ruo that you won the martial arts competition in the ring a few days ago? It surprised me a little, but this kid Wen Ruo had already firmly believed that you would win... Haha, now you have become famous in Zhixingyuan, even in In Honglu Temple, I also heard some people talking about you and saying a lot of nice things about you!"
Ding Feiyong changed the topic, stroked his beard and smiled at He An.
"The students were forced to accept the challenge head-on, but they were lucky enough to win two moves... which made the teacher worried. As for those false praises, the teacher does not need to believe them. They are just a few friends touting them and others adding fuel to the flames. .”
He An leaned forward uneasily, looking apologetic.
Ding Feiyong saw that there was no trace of arrogance and pride on his face. Instead, his brows were furrowed and his face looked worried. He couldn't help but secretly praise in his heart: This boy is not arrogant in victory or discouraged in defeat. He is determined and can become a great weapon.
"I often talk to Wen Ruo about the way saints forgive, but there are people in this world who are unforgivable. Even the Buddhist sect that emphasizes compassion and compassion. Look at his temple. There are Bodhisattvas with low eyebrows and compassion in the six realms. With the angry eyes of Vajra, you can only kill but not cross! You did a good job!"
Ding Wenruo stroked the satin-smooth fur of the little black cat under the lamp. The lamp shone on her body. She was dressed in white clothes that did not disturb the dust. She was quiet and elegant, like a silent orchid blooming.
The fluffy cat stuck out its pink tongue and licked Ding Wenruo's palm. It was tickling and she leaned over to pick up the kitten.
The cat smelled the orchid-musk scent on her body, sneezed, broke away from her arms, jumped to the ground, and ran to Fan Dazhi's feet.
