Enter the Room

Song Jixue's eyes were as bright as the stars in the morning, and she asked Yuan Yunzhong: "Can my eldest sister also count?"

Yuan Yunzhong coughed softly, avoided the topic, and returned to the topic: "It shows that it is also important to learn arithmetic well, right?"

Song Jiuxue was immediately diverted by Yuan Yunzhong and nodded.

Yuan Yunzhong said again: "But whatever we learn, we don't necessarily have to do it to be useful, right?"

Song Jiuxue was puzzled.

Yuan Yunzhong helped her straighten the beaded flowers on her waist, and said in a gentle voice, "Besides arithmetic, what else do you like?"

Song Jixue thought for a moment and said, "I like my mother, my sister, and my father. Does this count?"

"Forget it!" Yuan Yunzhong smiled, "Is there anything else?"

Song Jiuxue thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "No more."

"In the summer, I like to lie on the bed and watch the stars." Yuan Yunzhong said, taking her off the big desk, holding her hand, sitting on the Arhat couch in the hall, and picked up the fruit bowl on the couch. Orange, began to peel oranges for her, "As soon as people around me heard that I like to watch stars, they thought that I should learn stargazing. Not only can I know the changes in the seasons, but I can also peek into the magic."

"But I like to watch stars, just because they are beautiful. They are twinkling and bright, like fireflies twinkling in the night.

“Some people say I’m wasting my time.

“But why can’t I waste my time?

"When I look at the stars, I feel happy, that's fine.

“It doesn’t necessarily have to be useful when looking at the stars.

"Just like if you like arithmetic and want to learn arithmetic, it can make you happy, right? What makes you happy is something useful! It is the best thing!"

"Is it okay if I'm happy?" Song Jiuxue murmured.

Yuan Yunzhong did not disturb her thinking, but handed her the peeled orange.

Song Jiuxue ate the orange slowly, digesting Yuan Yunzhong's words.

After a while, she suddenly looked at Yuan Yunzhong with bright eyes and said loudly: "Brother-in-law, then I want to learn arithmetic well. I want to defeat Song Tianbao and Song Tiancong!"

What does this have to do with Song Tianbao and Song Tiancong?

Yuan Yunzhong couldn't understand, he smiled and rubbed her head, and said: "No, you don't care about them, they are too stupid, they are not as good as two or three tenths of our snow. In the future, you have to fight with those capable men." Children than."

People like them don't have to worry about food or clothing. If they have some hobbies and sustenance, it's easier to hone their character. If you have a stable mind, you will be able to overcome difficulties easily.

This is the most important.

Yuan Yunzhong made an agreement with her: "From now on, you will come to my place for an hour every afternoon, and I will tell you to learn arithmetic. When you learn a little bit, I will take you to visit an arithmetic master, and you can follow me in the future." He studies arithmetic."

Song Jiuxue pursed her lips and smiled.

Yuan Yunzhong took a small basket of Fujian persimmons sent by Magistrate Jiang and sent her back.

On the way, they met Song Jiyu who came to find Song Jixue.

She stood shyly on the side of the road and thanked Yuan Yunzhong in an embarrassed voice.

Seeing that she was timid, Yuan Yunzhong nodded and handed the persimmon cake and Song Jiuxue to her.

She carried the persimmons and led Song Jiuxue away.

However, after Song Jiuxue walked out of the shooting place, she turned back and shouted at Yuan Yunzhong: "Brother-in-law, don't forget that this afternoon is not correct!"

Yuan Yunzhong smiled and waved to her.

*

In the main hall of Zeng's courtyard, the brazier was burning brightly, which reflected Zeng's gloomy face.

Mrs. Li was crying while applying medicine to her son: "Damn it! They are all a bunch of shrews! Look how hard they beat my son. If we had known that Yuan was such a virtuous man, we should have given Song Jixue's little hoof directly. After beating him up, why don't you ask Mr. Qian for any reason!"

Song Tiancong turned away with a hiss and pushed Li in dissatisfaction: "Mom, please be gentle! You hurt me!"

Mrs. Li hurriedly said: "My dear, it's not your mother's fault!"

Song Sanliang, who was sitting silently, suddenly stood up irritably and shouted displeasedly: "Okay, if you don't want to take the medicine, don't do it! You are a boy, but you can't beat a girl. You still have the nerve to be here." Hurt."

Song Tiancong was not afraid and said to his father: "You are incompetent and you still blame us for not being able to defeat Song Jiuxue! Even if we beat Song Jiuxue, what will happen? Do you dare to fight against Song Jiuxue's brother-in-law?"

He could see it clearly just now.

When Song Jixue's brother-in-law was unhappy, his father didn't dare to say a word.

"I'll beat you little bastard to death!" Song Sanliang raised his hand and was about to slap his son.

Mrs. Li quickly stopped Song Sanliang.

Mrs. Zeng also said in a deep voice: "Stop it!"

Song Sanliang lowered his arm sternly.

Zeng glanced at Li and said to Song Sanliang, "Come with me!"

He went to the inner room first.

Song Sanliang and Mrs. Li looked at each other and hurriedly followed their mother into the inner room.

In the inner room, Mrs. Zeng took out a red lacquered and gold box from the secret compartment of her carved four-poster black lacquered bed.

She opened the box.

The jewels, gold and silver sparkled, almost blinding Song Sanliang.

"Mom! What are you..." He had a guess, but he was afraid that he would be wrong, so he suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

Zeng sighed and said, "This is my coffin book. Take it and take care of the elders of the Song family. Qian has given birth to a daughter, and Song Jiyun is not at home. This is our only chance."

Song Sanliang gingerly took the box and assured Mrs. Zeng: "Mom, don't worry. I will not disappoint your expectations."

Zeng nodded solemnly.

*

When Qian saw the injuries on Song Jiuxue's face, she blamed herself very much.

Song Jiuxue used to be the youngest in the family and was loved by her family. Now she and Song Jiyu only focus on taking care of Xiaosi. Not only do they ignore Song Jiuxue's feelings, they don't even know that she is being bullied.

She hugged Song Jiuxue and said to Aunt Zheng with some fear: "Thanks to Mr. Yuan, otherwise..."

She is absolutely to blame for her death.

Song Jiuxue felt that her brother-in-law was helping her out. She was not sad at all. Instead, she was a little lucky. If it weren't for those two idiots Song Tiancong and Song Tianhui, she would not have had the chance to learn arithmetic from her brother-in-law.

"Mom, I'm fine!" She comforted Mr. Qian with a smile, told Mr. Qian about her agreement with Yuan Yunzhong, and said happily, "Brother-in-law said, it's okay if I'm happy. Being happy is the best thing. Being happy is the best thing. It’s just something useful.”

That cheerful look was as if Song Youliang was still alive.

Qian's eyes were filled with tears.

She stroked her daughter's crotch and said softly: "Then let's Jiuxue give our sister a name?"

"Really?" Song Jiuxue looked at her mother in surprise, "You want me to choose a name?"

Qian nodded.

Song Jixue hurriedly said: "Then let's call her Xiaoxue. She was born when it snowed. Or call her Xiaofei. It's snowing heavily."

Everyone laughed.

Song Jiyu reminded her: "Your name is Xiaoxue, is your sister also called Xiaoxue?"

Song Jiuxue smiled sheepishly and said loudly: "Then, let's let my brother-in-law give my sister a name! My brother-in-law is awesome, he will definitely be able to give my sister a nice name."

Qian and Aunt Zheng exchanged a look, and Qian smiled and said: "That's fine! This is what our accumulation of snow means. Your brother-in-law cares about you both very much. It is also a rare fate for him to give your sister a name." !”

Song Jiuxue couldn't wait until tomorrow, so she ran to Yin Yu Tang again.

I heard her voice from far away: "Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! I'm coming!"