MTL - Man Man Qing Luo-Chapter 2

Chapter 2 (this chapter is free)

Cheng Yan looked up. I saw a man in a brown robe around forty years old sitting in the middle of the main seat, and the Chinese character's face was unpretentious. Sitting next to it was a middle-aged woman in a light-colored, short silver-violet long dress.

If you sort by age, your name is Aluo. Cheng Ye looked at this strange dad carefully. This dad looked the same as his own dad. He was strict and orthodox. The elder lady's face was a little blessed, and she looked kind and round, but her eyes showed The stock is savvy.

The upper middle-aged man said slowly, "Are you come here!"

Cheng Ye watched the ten-year-old girl smell the sound, walked to the middle of the hall, looked calm, but a pair of hands caged in long sleeves could faintly see the fists. Cheng Ye wanted to laugh, and lowered his head to hide the smile that was about to overflow from her mouth. She thought, really thought that Lei was not afraid. In the end they are still children.

The middle-aged man Shen Sheng asked: "Are, what's the best you've learned this March?"

Alei answered quietly, "Back to Dad, it's Qin Yi."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and some of his servants set up a few stools and put down the piano.

Alei sat down next to the piano, calmly flicked the two strings, and said, "Alei is going to play" Plum Blossom Three. "

Immediately the sound of the piano rose, freshness continued around the hall. Triangularly, Ling Ling hits the stream like ice. Cheng Yan yelled well. She has heard the Guqin song of Plum Blossom Three Lanes in modern times, which is quite different from this. Just listening to live performance, this is the first time. She reexamined Lei, ten years old, with a calm complexion, and a beautiful face of melon seeds faintly showing a kind of grandeur. Cheng Ye wanted to be so superb at the age of ten, it was amazing.

She remembered that when she was a child, her parents taught her to learn to play the piano. She couldn't resist it. Now it has changed. It is better to ask to learn the guqin, zither, flute and flute. There are always useful skills! Thinking of the inexplicable crossing now, Cheng Ye was upset again. Unconsciously, he raised his fists.

Madam Seven noticed, patted her gently with her hands, and her talking eyes told her that it wouldn't matter, nothing.

Cheng Ye suddenly felt that Mrs. Qi was really nice to this daughter, and a rush of thoughts filled her heart. It became like this, the first person she met treated her so well. Can be considered lucky.

An epilogue floated at this moment. When the sound was over, Alei stopped, raised her face and looked at the middle-aged man.

The dad nodded with a smile: "Are, why did you choose this song?"

There was a glimmer of pride in Ale's eyes, and she replied, "Are seeing the plum blossoms scattered in the yard. Although it was already early spring and February, she recalled the white fragrance when it bloomed in winter, and especially liked its proud nature.

The middle-aged man stroked the beard under his forehead and said, "Okay, my daughter should have plum-like character! Go on, Dad came to the plum garden tonight to admire the plum!"

As soon as this remark came out, Cheng Ye saw a lady on the left. It should be a glimmer of contentment on Alei's mother's face, and she answered softly with a low eyebrow: "Alei is still young, his skills are unfamiliar, and his master is well known Now. "

Cheng Yan's eyes circled in the hall. Except for her mother-in-law's expressionlessness, the ladies in the hall showed more or less jealousy. Cheng Ye thought that the ancient women always wanted to have fun, as the girls competed for their husbands. Probably there is nothing to play with, so I fight with people, and they have a lot of fun.

Alei retreated to her mother's side and stood up. Affi was out. She had a goose egg face and a pair of dark and big eyes blinked smartly. She didn't tremble, and said loudly, "Dad, Affi has some snacks in the past few months."

So the servants brought up another low table and put the pen and ink on them. A girl came forward to gather sleeves for Affi. Affi for a moment, she suddenly opened her hands and wrote a couplet with a bow and arrow. I put it down in one go, put down my pen, and said crisply, "Please correct me."

Cheng Ye saw the ink dripping on the paper, so he did it well! Regardless of Xuanyuan, right and left, remembering his own dog's plan, he was ashamed.

The middle-aged man looked at it for a long time and said to Affi: "Feier's handwriting has indeed made great progress, and his age is still inadequate. With time, it will become a great tool!"

He heard Affi's eyebrows grinning, and turned around and smiled at his mother-in-law. She looks so cute and cute, Cheng Cheng thought, Affi is so small, I don't know how many people will be lost when I grow up!

Being obsessed with his own observation, he suddenly heard the middle-aged man shouting, "Aluo, come here!"

Cheng froze for a moment, Mrs. Qi gave her a worried look and said softly, "Saner, your father calls you!"

Cheng Min was panicked and almost forgot that Aluo would also take part in the ten-year test. I do n’t know how to play the piano or calligraphy. I don't even know what dynasty this is. Cheng Yan stiffly went to the center of the hall and stood.

The dad asked her: "One of your two sisters is good at piano, and good at writing. A Luo, you ca n’t do your homework three months ago. You know how to do things, what did you learn in March? "

Cheng Yi thinks there is no way, only the ancient poems learned back to back, I'm afraid that people here are familiar. If she says plagiarism, she just likes it. If she doesn't know it, it's an exclusive skill. Raising his head and whispering, "Learned poetry, can you listen to one?"

The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide and stared at Cheng Yan with disbelief. Madam Qi frowned secretly. The old man laughed and said, "Okay, okay, the three young ladies in our family actually read poems and read them. "

Don laughed lowly. Cheng Yan turned his head to see Mrs. Qi's face pale. He sighed and said, "In February, the sun and the wind in the solitary court, the cold spring is not yet afraid of the garden man. Begonia does not hesitate to rouge, and is in the drizzle of independence."

This is Spring Poem by Song Yuyi, a poet in the Song Dynasty. Cheng Yi changed the word and finished it with her immature voice, and when she saw the crowd in the hall, she was surprised and jealous. I thought to myself, I was surprised to hear such a child's voice and read such a poem. I'm really not used to it, the sound is not my own, and it is clear that it comes out of my mouth, but it sounds like someone is talking.

The middle-aged man paused for a while, glanced deeply at Mrs. Qi, Cheng Cheng turned back, and tears appeared in Mrs. Qi's eyes, tender and tender.

Cheng Yi was relieved, this is not the Song Dynasty. It seems that I have never heard such a verse.

The dad grinned: "Okay, Allo can get such a verse at the age of six, and your mother is attentive. The board is free. Dad will come to Tangyuan to listen to your poems!"

As the words came out, countless sharp gazes shot from the hall. Cheng Yan lowered his head and thought about the sentence that Dad said very seriously. Your mother took care of it and thought, I'm afraid you thought that Madam Seven taught me, but, fortunately, I could n’t finish my homework one or three months ago and almost got stuck. Anyone suddenly writes such a poem, no one is surprised. Madam Seven doesn't say that Aaluo doesn't like to learn poetry well enough. Cheng Hui returned to Mrs. Qi and stood quietly, thinking. Mrs. Qi did not teach her daughter to write this poem. After returning, I had to find an opportunity to dispel Madame Seven's doubts.

The father said, "We are also called Ningguo Gaomen, the scholarly family. After that, we must be more diligent and not make people laugh!" At this point, the voice had turned harsh.

The crowd was busy and agreed. Slowly dispersed, returning to their respective residences.

Mrs. Qi held Cheng Ye's hand to let other ladies go first, and finally went out of the hall to Tangyuan. Cheng Min felt that Madam Qi was very excited now, holding her hand more vigorously than when she came, and her walking pace was significantly faster. It seemed that the poem had unintentionally revealed her state of mind. Combining what Mrs. Qi said to her and the judgment she saw just now, Mrs. Cheng must not be favored.

Cheng Yan looked at the antique cloister pavilions as he walked, thinking, Ning Guo? Unknown world? Hostile ladies who were hostile to Mrs. Seven, the one who looked at it was the father of an old fox. Two splendid but well-talented elder sisters, another big-hearted grudge! What should I do? After reading many passages, can I just dance like a lot of people inside and play with the world? Will he die at a young age? Will he wake up tomorrow and go back again?

Cheng Yi thought, before this A Luo was afraid of being introverted, and he didn't say a word. Introversion is introverted. He happened to be more calm and calm. He didn't yell, otherwise he would be gone, six Still starve to death? The starvation is small and the festival is big. What has it done to get into the green house, and you can't find yourself dead?

Cheng Ye looked up at Mrs. Qi, her face had returned to normal, and she didn't seem to notice that Aluo was wrong. Cheng Yi thought, since Mo Mingqi has brought himself here, he has a will in heaven. Aluo is only six years old. If it is bigger, will it be true that she will pretend to have amnesia?

On the way back, Cheng Yan began to look around slowly. This family must be a big family and the site is quite large. The father must be very strict in his family. The servants he met met Mrs. Qi and her and saluted her eyes. Is it better to join the rich or the poor? Cheng Yi thought, let ’s still have money. People in ancient times did n’t know how to die, and they did n’t have enough to eat or wear clothes, and donated miscellaneous taxes. They must meet a bully landlord or a famine year. The cuttings were sold. Although rich people have conspiracies and struggles, anyway, they also have a pair of parents who are officials, and they have heard official battles in the open and hidden, and the interpersonal communication has become more complicated. It is estimated that those dynasties are similar. The fight is human.

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