When He Yan was young, she wasn't as smart as she was now. If she were to look at her past self with her current eyes, she would feel that she was too slow.
At that time, she wasn't very good at both civil and martial arts. She was about the same as Cheng Li Su now. She could also be considered a "good-for-nothing young master." However, unlike Cheng Li Su, who had a powerful uncle to protect her, the He Family wasn't considered much in the Xian Chang Dojo. Therefore, she wasn't as likable as Cheng Li Su.
Moreover, when she was young, she always wore a mask all day long. She always looked out of place with everyone else. Because she had a guilty conscience, she never dared to hang out with the other youths to avoid giving herself away. After a while, she was ostracized by the other students of the Xian Chang Dojo.
The rejection of the youths came very directly. At first, they just didn't play with her. When they played cuju, they didn't call her. Later, it became even worse. As for the reason, it wasn't a big deal. It was actually because she worked too hard.
When He Yan was young, he had a one-track mind. He grasped the principle of "the clumsy bird flies first." He really started from being a clumsy bird. The worse the civil and martial sciences, the more he wanted to study. He studied more seriously than anyone else. Even though the teachers of the Xian Chang Dojo felt that this child really wasn't suited for studying and practicing martial arts, they were often moved by He Yan's persistence in studying. Therefore, they often praised He Yan in class.
"Studying diligently is like a sprout in spring. It doesn't seem to grow, but it grows day by day. You all look at He Rufei. You should learn from him! "
They were all fourteen or fifteen years old youths. They had always loved to compete and win. It was fine if they learned from others, but why should they learn from He Yan? Why should they learn from him, who was always last place even though he worked hard every day? Was there something wrong with his brain?
However, the teachers seemed to like He Yan very much.
Anger rose from the hearts of the youths. Jealousy and disdain mixed together. They found the masked boy more and more unpleasing to the eye. Every three to five days, they would give He Yan some trouble.
Today, they deliberately cut He Yan's clothes during the knife competition. Tomorrow, they would feed sneeze grass to her horse during horse training. Sometimes, they would deliberately poke holes in her boots. When she accidentally fell to the ground, they would let the stones cut her soles. He Yan crawled up from the ground in a sorry state. The teenagers hid together and laughed at her.
He Yan was stupid when he was a teenager, so he couldn't complain to the teachers. The teachers didn't know what the students did in private. He Yan had a difficult time.
One day, it was winter and the weather was very cold. When the young men were practicing their swordsmanship in the academy, someone splashed a basin of water on the ground. The water quickly froze on the ground. They urged He Yan outside, "He Rufei, hurry up, hurry up, the teacher is calling for you!"
He Yan ran out in a hurry, slipped, and fell flat on his face.
That fall was very heavy. She only felt that she was seeing stars and couldn't get up for a long time. The few youths who were hiding in the corner laughed and said, "He really fell for it!"
He Yan sat in the same place for a long time before she stood up. She pursed her lips and didn't say anything. The students of the Xian Chang Dojo returned home once a month. The clothes she brought this month were not clean. She was teased every few days. Even immortals didn't have so many clothes. In this weather, the sun hadn't been seen for a long time, so it was hard to dry them.
He Yan spent the whole day wearing half-wet clothes. At night, she crawled out of bed. She didn't go to practice her swordsmanship. Instead, she ran to the main hall of the academy.
Even a clay figurine had three points of temper. Moreover, she was the eldest young master of the He family, so she had a bit of temper. However, she still knew how to judge the situation. Those youths were tall and strong, and their skills were much better than hers. She couldn't beat them. Could it be that she had to let it go? Absolutely impossible.
How could she vent her anger?
The fourteen-year-old He Yan thought for a long time and finally came up with a solution.
It snowed at night. She wore clothes that were still wet and braved the wind and snow to fetch a bucket of water from the well in the backyard. She carried the bucket of water and ran to the main hall.
She remembered where the group of youths sat during the day. She found their copybooks under their tables. This month, the teacher's homework was to copy the 《Character Training》 five times. Tomorrow was the end of the month when the homework was handed in.
He Yan splashed the entire bucket of water on it.
The water instantly soaked the handwriting, turning it into a large blurred piece. He Yan let out a sigh of relief. Her heart suddenly felt happy. After the happiness, a trace of nervousness floated up.
She hurriedly stuffed the copybook back to its original position. She carried the empty bucket and hurriedly ran out. However, this was the first time she did this kind of thing. It was inevitable that she was nervous. At night, she didn't dare to turn on the light. When she walked to the door, she didn't look at the threshold under her feet. With a "pa" sound, she fell solidly.
She was in so much pain that she sucked in a breath of cold air. She fell twice in one day and this time was even worse. Her elbow hit the wooden splinter on the threshold and a cut was made. Blood flowed out. He Yan struggled to sit up. She raised her arm and thought to herself, "Is this what they mean by evil is doomed to destruction?"
She had only done it once, alright? The heavens were too harsh on her!
No matter what, she had to quickly return the bucket. Bucket, that's right, where was her bucket? She just remembered that she had fallen so hard. When the bucket fell to the ground, it should have made a loud noise and awakened everyone. Why was it still so quiet?
He Yan looked up in confusion. She stood up and walked two steps forward. She didn't know when someone was standing outside the door. He was lazily leaning against the wooden door with his back facing He Yan. He was holding an iron bucket in his hand.
It was actually Xiao Jue.
For a moment, He Yan was so nervous that she didn't dare to speak.
He saw it? He didn't see it, right? Impossible, he must have seen it. He was still holding the bucket in his hand. But if he didn't see it, how could she explain it? Watering the flowers in the middle of the night?
He Yan's imagination ran wild. The young man saw her standing there in a daze. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you feel pain?"
He Yan, "Ah?"
His gaze fell on He Yan's elbow. Because she had to draw water, she had rolled up her sleeves. On her white and tender elbow, there was a bloodstain that looked like an ugly embroidery. It was particularly obvious under the weak light of the lantern.
He Yan subconsciously wanted to hide her hand behind her back.
The young man looked at her impatiently and said coldly, "Follow me."
He Yan didn't know why she listened to him. She was probably scared silly and followed him in a daze.
Xiao Jue first put the iron bucket back by the well. He turned around and saw that she was still in a daze with her arm raised. He sneered and looked at her meaningfully, "You're so timid and you're still doing bad things."
He Yan clenched her fists and didn't speak. She was very nervous. Usually, Xiao Jue only hung out with a few of his close friends. He wasn't close to the other boys in the school. He Yan didn't know what this person was thinking. If he reported her …
A cold pot was thrown into her arms.
He Yan looked down. It seemed to be a mandarin duck pot. The pot was exquisite and carved with complicated patterns.
She heard her own voice, which was as soft as a mosquito, "What is this?"
"You don't know how to use it?" The young man turned around and said lazily, "Medicine."
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