imperial psychologist

Chapter 445

"Orphanage?"

Both Bai Yi and Bo Ling stopped in their tracks. In this way, Bai Shijun is...

"Yes," Bo Nong'an nodded and said, "I told you about the old man who studied water conservancy. Remember, Qian Sang is very famous in the local area. His surname is Bo, and his name is Bo Zhen. Everyone calls him Bo Dashan.

"In the early days, he didn't know where he made a lot of money. Later, when he was middle-aged, he settled down in Qiansang and opened the Keats Church. The old man spent money outside to invite many masters to teach us skills. He himself All the skills of the whole body were also written in books, and they stayed in the hall.

"We start enlightenment when we are six years old. Sometimes there are seven or eight-year-old children in the class. There are seven or eight people in a class, and there are three or four classes in a grade—grade, do you know the grade? Grade is—"

"I know." Bo Ling nodded.

"You know?" Bernong'an was a little surprised, "...what grade do you mean?"

"It is a level divided according to the years of study of the students."

"Yeah? You're really right." Bonong'an smiled, "There are four compulsory courses in the morning and three elective courses in the afternoon. I took the old man's engineering course, and Bai Shijun studied medicine.

"I also went to listen to a few episodes, but I don't know how Mr. Bai invited the doctors. They were all famous doctors from nearby, but they came to give lectures to them regardless of the weather.

"In this way, at the age of 16, you will officially graduate. The rules in Keats Hall are like this. When you reach [-], you have to leave and go to your own house. When you leave, you must go to the government accompanied by the master of Keats Hall. Change of nationality, to show that there is no relationship between them from now on—we can usually change the name once at this time.”

"Uncle, was it changed to 'Bernon'an' at that time?"

"That's right," Bo Nong'an replied, "At that time, I felt that in the future we would be the material for growing crops. If the farming is safe, I will be safe. As for the surname 'Bo', all the children who went out of Keats Hall I like the surname Bai, because the old man's surname is Bai."

Bai Ling lowered his eyes slightly.

"Did my father come up with his own name?"

"Yes," Bo Nong'an nodded, and he gestured with his hand, "Jun, Tao Jun, do you know?"

Bai Ling and Bai Yi shook their heads at the same time.

"It's the wheel used to make pottery. People put mud on it first, and then let the wheel spin." Bernongan drew circles in the air with his hand, "Have you ever seen someone burn pottery? ?”

Bai Ling had never seen it before, she asked, "But why 'Tao Jun'?"

"Then you have to go back and ask him yourself." Bernong'an spread his hands, "I don't know about that either."

……

When the three of them came back from the outside, it was already dark.

At night, it began to snow again outside, and Bo Nong'an looked cheerful, after all, the auspicious snow heralds a good year.

Bo Ling and Bai Yi stayed overnight at the uncle's house tonight. Although Bo Ling managed to extract the information about Keats Hall from Bo Nong'an without any effort in the afternoon-but as to why he had such a big fight with Bai Shijun, the brothers and sisters still couldn't figure it out. Find out.

Perhaps, as Bernongan said in the afternoon, he had no intention of hiding it from Keats Hall.

After washing up, Bai Ling returned to an empty bedroom in the inner room. This room was divided into two rooms by a curtain. Usually, the two children slept in the small bed inside, and Bai Nong'an's daughter-in-law slept in the big bed outside.

The Bernong'an couple vacated this room tonight and left it to Bai Ling and Bai Yi, who slept in the master bedroom with their children.

Bai Ling was lying on the bed, thinking about things in silence, the candle outside was extinguished after a while, and after a burst of noise, she heard Bai Yi lying down outside too.

Usually they don't go to bed so early when they are at home, but they have nothing else to do tonight.

After turning off the lights, Bo Ling closed his eyes in the darkness.

For some reason, Bernong'an's words kept circling in her mind this afternoon.

To his father Bai Shijun, Bo Ling felt strangers day by day, but became more familiar with him day by day.

She couldn't understand many strange things that happened to her father in the past, but now she can understand a little bit.

Those paying regardless of rewards and persistence regardless of cost may be a kind of imitation, a kind of repayment, or a kind of inheritance.

Bai Ling still remembers that Bo Nong'an said that when he and Bai Shijun left Qian Sang and parted ways, old man Bai Zhen was falling into a serious illness and his time was running out.He and Bai Shijun once insisted on staying and taking care of him, but the old man insisted that they leave Qiansang according to the original plan and find a place where they wanted to live.

"Go to a distant place—go to a distant place, go...to live a good life." Bai Zhen urged them like this.

Thinking of this, Bo Ling turned over on the bed.

Over the years, how many students has Bo Zhen taught in Keats Hall?
Berlin didn't know.

These children who came out of Keats Hall were scattered in every corner of the land like dandelions, doing what they were good at in obscurity.

Bai Ling felt his eye sockets heat up.

She and Bai Yi are not the only ones in this time and space.

Someone has been there, seen it, and lived his life here.

Although before today, Berlin had never heard of this name, and never even knew that Qian Sang had a Keats Hall.

But Bo Ling knew that facing such an old civilization, that person must have experienced similar doubts and struggles, but in the end he blazed his own path and left a strong mark in this world.

Whenever she thought of this, Bo Ling felt great courage surge in her heart, making her clenched her fists in the dark.

"Bo Yi, are you asleep?" Bai Ling asked softly.

"No," Bai Yi's voice came, "I'm still thinking about the afternoon."

"...I really want to visit Qiansang now." She said softly.

"I understand," Bai Yi replied, "I want to too."

In the darkness, the two sighed softly at the same time.

Just then there was a knock on the door outside.

At first, Bai Ling and Bai Yi thought they heard it wrong, until a burst of footsteps came from Bonongan's master bedroom to the living room, and Bonongan's voice came from outside, "It's so late, who is it?"

"In the palace." The voice outside replied lightly.

"Who?"

"I'm looking for Bai Siyao, Bai Ling." The voice said, "Open the door, old man."

Bai Ling had already put on her clothes and walked to the door, she looked at the door solemnly.

Bo Nong'an removed the door panels one by one. After removing two pieces, Han Chong stepped into the farmhouse under the wind and snow.

"Master Han," Bai Ling had recognized his voice, "what are you doing here?"

"Duke Ming ordered me to deliver something." Han Chong replied in a low voice, and as he spoke, he took out a book from his arms and handed it to Bo Ling.

Bai Ling didn't pick it up, she looked at Han Chong, "What is it?"

"A chess record." Han Chong replied.

　== No more manuscripts saved.

　　Just now my family was disconnected from the internet again, oh my God, I blocked Twitter today... If I disconnected on the same day because I was disconnected from the Internet again, I will live in the editor's blacklist for the rest of my life! !
　　After coding this chapter, don't wait, I will post it first.If the network is not stable today, go to the nearby Starbucks to catch the Internet...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)