Jiang Yue was originally in high spirits and could only think about going to school. When Nie Zhao mentioned her stuttering, she seemed to have been completely doused with cold water, and she became visibly lonely.
"Then, how about I don't go..." After she finished speaking, her eyes turned red for a moment, "Would I, embarrass, embarrass my third brother?" Although she really wanted to Go, but she stutters, which is not appropriate. She cannot communicate well with her classmates and teachers. Moreover, if she eats too much, she will only embarrass the third brother. People will gossip about him and say that he has a bad child at home. He was illiterate, not good-looking, and stammered after eating too much.
Nie Zhao could now figure out what she was thinking, as long as he thought about the worst in everything.
He asked: "Really don't want to go?"
Jiang Yue nodded, and big tears rolled down her cheeks instantly: "I'm not going, I'm going." She stuttered on the four words, and when she thought about it, her tears rolled faster, like jade beads.
Although if she didn't go, Nie Zhao would be relieved a lot, which was a good thing for him, but he just sighed softly and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face with the back of his hand. The more he wiped away, the more he wiped away. After a few handfuls, he held her face with both hands and said sternly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why don't you go? I have already lost all my people, how can you embarrass me? What's wrong with your stuttering? Just practice slowly. Now, let’s see who dares to criticize you. Do you want to be illiterate if you don’t know how to read? I won’t teach you.”
His palms almost cupped her face and head. In this cold day, Jiang Yue could only feel the roughness and heat of his palms. The warmth spread along the palms into her heart. She knew that Nie Zhao was her. Her husband's brother was an elder, and it seemed inappropriate for him to touch her cheek, but she still loved the warmth and couldn't help but choked and called him: "Third Brother."
Nie Zhao rubbed her face: "Okay, wipe away the tears, she will become an ugly girl again."
Jiang Yue burst into tears and laughed, then covered her mouth and lowered her head.
According to her situation, it is most appropriate to recite the Three-Character Sutra first, three characters for one meal, and when there is no lag at all, then switch to the Thousand-Character Sutra, four characters for one meal.
"Mother Meng, she chose a place next to her." Nie Zhao took her to read.
"Xi, Xi Meng Mu... Xi, Xi Xi Meng Mu..." The more nervous she became, trying to memorize it well, the worse she got. After a few words, she stuttered again.
Nie Zhao pinched the center of his brows, and Jiang Yue bit her lips, not daring to stutter any more, repeating silently in her heart: "Xi Meng's mother, choose a neighbor." But she opened her mouth and said again: "Xi, Xi, Xi Meng's mother..." On the contrary, It's more serious than before.
She didn't dare to look at Nie Zhao's disappointed or angry expression, and secretly cursed herself for not living up to expectations.
If he were on the other side, Nie Zhao would probably throw the book at the other person's face and he would stop waiting.
But Jiang Yue was different. Her stuttering problem was originally caused by being frightened by being beaten and scolded. If he loses his temper again and she is frightened, she may become mute in the future.
He could only put on a slightly stiff smile and encourage her with the words his elder brother used to encourage him to practice swordsmanship: "It doesn't matter, the first few sentences are good. If you repeat this sentence again, it will definitely work."
His tolerance and gentleness undoubtedly gave Jiang Yue some encouragement. She took a deep breath and exhaled: "Mother Xi Meng, choose a neighbor."
"Okay, there is progress, very good. Next sentence - If you don't learn, you will lose your chance."
"If you don't learn, you will lose your chance." Overcoming the difficulties in the previous sentence, coupled with Nie Zhao's encouragement, gave Jiang Yue confidence, and she repeated it.
The two of them went back and forth and went through the Three-Character Sutra. The daylight shifted from noon to evening. Jiang Yue could no longer stutter when speaking in three words. Nie Zhao kept deep in his memory the two of them when they were young. My brother and sister-in-law came out with words of encouragement and praise: "Okay, very good, I knew you must have hope, you are very smart..."
He was really not good at complimenting others. After saying a few words, he really couldn't go on, so he changed the topic under the pretense of drinking water, "Now that you can't get stuck on three words, then you can start talking in three words today. When will you be able to talk in four words?" You won’t get stuck on one word anymore, you can speak four words and four words, step by step, don’t be in a hurry.”
Jiang Yue nodded heavily, indicating that she took his words to heart. She was even happier today than the day she heard she could go to school, not because she was happy that she could not stutter when speaking three words or three words, but because her third brother was willing to help her get rid of this problem. This feeling was wonderful, and she felt in her heart It feels warm, as if I am valued by others, and I will have someone to talk to when I encounter problems in the future. It also seems that my feet that have been stepping on the clouds suddenly fell to the ground, and I feel a sense of stability.
But she knew the rules and would never cause trouble to her third brother or make him hate her.
In one winter day, Jiang Yue was able to jump from three words and three words to five words and five words, which was a big gain.
When the first spring rain fell during the Waking of Insects, Jiang Yue was about to be sent to the academy by Nie Zhao as promised.
Thunder rumbled outside the window, lightning split the night sky, and brought forth bursts of rapid wind howling and blowing rain.
As things approached, she felt a sense of panic. This feeling made her dare not rest at night, for fear that as soon as she closed her eyes, she would return to Canzhou again. She was still sitting in her square, high-walled yard, Watching a cloud float by, listening to the roar of gongs and drums outside, the son of the prefect is about to be married off.
The four treasures of the study and the book bag that she had prepared were touched again and again, and they were already moist and shiny. She tried to hold the pen quietly, dipped it in water, and gently left marks without ink marks on the rice paper. Then he looked at them and laughed.
Jiang Yue held them, looking at the clothes that had been washed and worn to school tomorrow from time to time. Only when she was ugly did she gradually fall asleep with a smile on her face.
Qingyun Academy is located in the bustling center of Zhucheng. It means "Qingyun Straight Up". Although it is not big, it is a good place to get quiet in the bustle. It was specially obtained by the prefect for the students. Firstly, it is safer for people to come and go. Secondly, it is safer for people to come and go. Convenient transportation to the central location.
Zhucheng is somewhat more tolerant of children than ordinary people, so no one objects to its location.
The Shuyuan is divided into three levels. The third level is "Qingmiao". There are two classes with a total of 20 people. They teach students in the enlightenment period. The second level is "Qinghe". After passing the Qingmiao assessment, you can enter "Qinghe". There are also twenty people, and the first class is "Qingsui". This type of student is the best among the academy students, and there are only ten of them.
According to Jiang Yue's level, she was placed in Class B of the "Young Miao" class, which was among the students with the lowest level.
Mr. Jiaoyin enrolled her in the school as usual.
"Hometown."
"Wodong Canzhou."
"Name."
"Jiang Yue."
"age."
"twelve……"
Hearing this, Nie Zhao couldn't help being startled: "When did you celebrate your twelfth birthday?"
Jiang Yue hugged her book bag and explained in a low voice: "The twelfth lunar month is twenty-three, but it's not important. It's important." She said in five words.
The husband filled in the information one by one, distributed nameplates and clothes to her, stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to teach."
Nie Zhao patted Jiang Yue's untidy braid and said, "Go ahead, Miao Miao, a classmate of Class B."
