Piano

Of course, this will not affect my memory of its expulsion.

I cursed in my heart, and suddenly remembered that there was a record in the history books that Cai Yong (sound, "yong") was "a man with different appearances, and there were a lot of people watching each line (he looked different from ordinary people, and every time he went up There are a bunch of onlookers in the street)", and subconsciously glanced at the uncle in robes——

Hmm...that's hard to comment on.

I frowned and pondered, trying to get a hand out of the body of the jade pendant, and rubbing my non-existent chin.

——How should I put it, in fact, Wen Ji looks so cute and beautiful, and as her own father, Cai Yong will naturally not look ugly.

But...he may not meet people's aesthetic needs for "beautiful men" in the Han Dynasty, and he is also not very good at poking me.

So, not ugly, not ordinary, but I can't boast that he is handsome.

Cough, forget it, why don't we just watch Niu'er.

My eyes drifted away, so I turned my eyes back to Wen Ji's face again. Should I say it or not, this four or five-year-old girl's white, soft and waxy appearance is really beautiful, especially this little dumpling. An obedient, sensible, intelligent and talented person will look even better.

I showed my aunt's smile, and unconsciously raised the corners of my lips. Cai Bojie (Cai Yong's word Bojie, pronounced "Jie") over there bent down and picked up the thin silk rope tied to my head. , carefully tied me to Wenji's neck.

"Actually, this jade pendant should be put on a silk sash, tied with a net, and hung around Wen Ji's waist." The man smiled with eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "but Wen Ji is only four years old this year—children are not waist, father can only hang this pendant on Wen Ji's neck—"

"Wen Ji, when you grow up in the future, Dad will give you a beautiful silk ribbon, okay?"

The little girl thought about it quite seriously after hearing this.

"No." I saw the little girl shook her head solemnly, "Father, even if Wen Ji grows up in the future, my daughter should not hang the pendant around her waist."

"Just hang it around your neck, hide it in your clothes—"

Cai Bozhe was amused by her and laughed repeatedly: "Why? Little Wenji."

"Because—" the little girl held me tightly, looked up at her father, pointed to her chest, "it's good to hang around my neck."

"Father, this is the closest place to the centrifuge entrance."

"Bring it here, Wen Ji will be able to put daddy in her heart—"

Woohoo, damn Jingxuhuajing, who lied to me to raise a daughter all day long.

I was so moved by Wen Ji's words that my eyes and nose turned sour, and Cai Yong on the other end was also quite moved when he heard this.

So I saw him lower his body and soften his brows, raised his hand to touch his daughter's little face: "Good boy."

"Okay, Wen Ji, do you still want to read with Dad today?"

"Yes! My daughter wants to hear my father tell stories!" The little girl clapped her hands and cheered, then followed the man obediently to the study.

Being hung around Wen Ji's neck, I was forced to listen to Cai Bochi read almost forty pages of "Historical Records" biographies.

... You tell me this thing, is this the "story" of you scholars?
Here I was drowsy from listening to the history books, but the little girl sitting on the side of the small table became more and more energetic as I listened to the movies. Big clear question.

For example, why would Han Xin, Marquis of Huaiyin, be willing to get under the crotch of that frivolous rogue?Why does he have the confidence to say that "the more the merrier" is his order of troops?
Why did Xiao He assist Empress Lu to behead him in the Changle Bell Chamber after helping him to make great achievements?

Another example, why did the Huns invade the Central Plains from time to time since the pre-Qin period——

In short, new questions are popping up in her little head all the time, and after each question, she will first take the initiative to think deeply about those questions (for her).

After her father gave her concise answers a few times, I watched this little girl learn to infer other things from one example, and at that moment, there was only one thought in my mind——

Family members, admit it, being a talented woman requires talent.

The real talented woman handed down from generation to generation, aha, she is different from us mortals!one!Sample!of!

Tsk, I'm tired of listening and want to sleep.

Being a jade pendant for the first time, I was physically and mentally exhausted, and in the blink of an eye, I closed my eyes and dreamed of meeting Duke Zhou amidst the sound of the father and daughter reading.

In the next few years, I stayed with Wen Ji personally, watched her learn poetry and rhythm, watched her and Cai Bojie debating the piano and Wen Shu, watched her appear and fall gracefully day after day, See her radiant, see her famous.

The smart and precocious kid's childhood was not quite the same as that of ordinary kids, but I could tell that the little girl really liked those things.

——When reading books and practicing calligraphy, she doesn't feel that the imitation is boring;

Seeing her devotion and enjoyment, I unexpectedly remembered the time when I was following my grandfather and ran all over the mountain after being tortured by the piano. The shame in my heart existed for a moment, and disappeared in a flash. .

After all, I am neither a child prodigy nor a talented woman.

How can you not go crazy when you learn something?Back then, that was nothing more than an expression of the true feelings of a normal person.

That's right, that's it.

If I made an excuse for myself indiscriminately, then I hung on Cai Yan with peace of mind and made a big mess.

*
My bad attitude came to an abrupt end one afternoon when Wen Ji was 16 years old.

That day, I accompanied the little girl to study in the study as usual, and as soon as I entered the room, I noticed the atmosphere in the room today, which made Yu feel very uncomfortable.

In the past, the old inkstone brother who was too lazy to come up with a word after being studied for most of the day, today his mouth is like Gatling, and he keeps tapping the pen mountain beside him; usually the most social fear The knife Zuo Bozhi is also a rare incarnation of a "social terrorist".

The point... I couldn't hear what they were talking about through Wen Ji's clothes! !
"Brothers—don't rush to talk hard, who can tell me first, what happened at home today!"

There are melons in front of my face but I can't eat them. I'm really impatient——

Jijijijiji, I am the king of Jiji!
I was so anxious that I let out a deafening roar, and the pens, inks, papers and inkstones in the room were stunned for a moment, as if they thought they heard ghosts.

"Huh? Did you hear any strange movement just now? I seem to be hallucinating." Gatlin Yantai scratched his head.

"It's not just you, Brother Yan, I seem to have heard that movement just now." Zuo Bozhi echoed and widened his eyes.

"Me too, me too—so what was that just now?" The passive input type pen mountain carefully raised his head.

I'm exhausted by them.

"It's me, my dear friends!" I shook my body vigorously, trying to get out of Wen Ji's neckline along the skirt of my clothes, but the middle road collapsed before halfway through my business.

"I'm the one on Wenji's neck—"

(Note: Regarding Cai Wenji’s age, I chose to be born around 174. According to the sixteenth marriage, this age is more in line with the marriage customs of the Han Dynasty. Of course, I definitely don’t know the specific age. After all, there is no historical record of Cai Yan’s birth and death years. )
In addition, Cai Yong was about 60 years old when he belched. Wenji was taken away by the Huns before and after he belched. He should be in his twenties when he was taken away, that is to say, Cai Yong was at least Wen Ji when he was 30 or eight years old, so when Wen Ji was four years old, he was at the level of "uncle" in Lan Lan's eyes.

This paragraph also seems to be a bit long in the main text, and it is mainly about Wen Ji's story, so I moved Cai Yong to make a speech. If you can't see it through the channel, you can't see it.