The next morning.
The sky had opened up, and the sun was slowly climbing over the top of the mountain. The orange rays of light were slowly moving through the mountain forest, sprinkling down on Jinjiang City, dispelling the cold air that had been lingering for the past few days. Finally, there was a trace of warmth in the city.
At the breakfast table in the early morning, several people were sitting neatly.
Only Wei Yi was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Wei Yi?" Ji Yunshu asked the servants of the Wei Mansion.
Someone answered, "Young Master went to the study with Uncle Fu early in the morning. I heard them reciting poems when I came over."
"Reciting poems?"
"Yes." The servant girl nodded and teased, "And it's Young Master reciting poems. That's rare. In the past, Young Master couldn't even read a few words, let alone reciting poems."
Are you praising me? Or belittling me?
"What poem was he reciting?"
"I think … it's something like 'friends from afar'. Yes, that's it. Young Master seems to have changed into a different person this time. Whether it's the way he speaks or the way he does things, he looks much more energetic than before." The servant girl grinned from ear to ear.
Hearing this, Mo Ruo smiled and said, "That silly boy actually learned to recite poems? Interesting, interesting. It's the same as the sun rising from the west. "
Tang Si glanced at him disdainfully, "You guys are allowed to show off, but he's not allowed to study?"
"Oh, Miss Tang, when did you start speaking up for him?"
"Wei Yi is a great hero. He risked his life to save my Ah Ji's life. Of course I have to speak up for him. If it wasn't for him, with my Ah Ji's body, wouldn't she have died?"
Pfft!
Ji Yunshu's forehead beaded with sweat.
Mo Ruo snorted, tapping his chopsticks on the wine cup a few times. He raised his eyelids, "If that's the case, why don't you devote yourself to him? Marrying Young Master Wei is a good way to repay him for your Ah Ji. "
Just as he finished speaking …
There was a loud bang.
Tang Si raised her leg and kicked his knee under the table, causing the table to shake and the wine jug on it to spill.
Mo Ruo clutched his knee, frowning in pain as he clicked his tongue several times.
He glared at her angrily. "Don't you know that a person's knee also has an Achilles' heel? What if you hit it?"
"You deserve it. Who told you to spout nonsense? Besides, I saved your life. If you die, it's a life for me."
"Young lady, it's fine if your mouth is unforgiving, but how can your heart be so vicious? No wonder nobody wants it! "
"Who said that?" She raised her proud gaze and leaned towards Ji Yunshu intimately. She hooked her arm, bit her lip, and said, "Ah Ji only needs me, right?"
She leaned her face forward.
But …
"Something's not right."
Ji Yunshu faintly replied with two words and withdrew her arm.
Hence —
This caused Mo Ruo to burst into laughter. He almost slammed the table.
He didn't forget to say sarcastically, "Some people will misunderstand and smash their own feet with a rock."
Tang Si was so angry that she glared at him.
The two of them were bickering at the dining table early in the morning. They were simply a pair of clowns.
She didn't even notice the cold air around Jing Rong.
Wei Yi saved Ji Yunshu? What misunderstand? It was as if they were talking to him.
Old Tie, it hurts.
He frowned and didn't say a word throughout the meal.
Ji Yunshu felt that it was too noisy, so she left for the study in the backyard.
Just as she reached the door, she heard Wei Yi reciting a poem. She retracted her foot that had already stepped forward and quietly hid outside.
Wei Yi held the Analects of Confucius in one hand. As he read, he asked Uncle Fu about the words he didn't recognize.
After Uncle Fu taught him once, he wrote all the words on a piece of paper. As he wrote, he began to recite.
"Isn't it better to learn and practice from time to time? Isn't it a joy to have a friend come from afar? Isn't it a gentleman to be unperturbed when others don't know it … "
He shook his head and acted like a gentleman.
He recited the entire Analects of Confucius without making a single mistake!
Ji Yunshu's eyes darkened. Her hands clenched under her sleeves.
How could an illiterate person learn the Analects of Confucius?
"Young Master, you're so smart. You've memorized it in less than four hours. You even know how to write these words. I think that Master and Madame must be watching over you from heaven, blessing you to become smarter and smarter." Uncle Fu was so happy that tears welled up in his eyes.
He lifted his sleeves to wipe them.
Wei Yi's lips curled into a gentle smile. He put down the brush in his hand and looked at his crooked handwriting. He then looked at Uncle Fu's handwriting and felt a little disappointed. He scratched his head.
"But Uncle Fu, my handwriting isn't as good as yours."
"There's no rush. Take your time. Young Master's handwriting will be better than mine one day."
"Really?"
"Of course. Our young master is so smart. Nothing can stump you."
He nodded with a smile and put more effort into his writing.
Uncle Fu was very pleased.
He wanted to pour a cup of water for Wei Yi, but when he turned, he saw Ji Yunshu standing at the door.
"Teacher Ji, when did you arrive?"
Wei Yi heard her voice and looked up. He was delighted. "Shu 'er, you're here."
She nodded and entered.
"Why aren't you eating?"
She shook her head.
"What if I'm hungry?"
He shook his head again. "Shu 'er, I'm not hungry. Look, I'm writing. Uncle Fu taught me."
He picked up the words he had written on the paper and showed them off to her.
Ji Yunshu reached out to take it. Even though his handwriting was crooked, every word was correct.
Was this still the Wei Yi who would even omit the 'Yi' in his name?
"You wrote this?"
She nodded.
"Uncle Fu taught me."
"You can read the words now?"
"I can read them all."
"What about 'The Analects of Confucius'? Can you recite them all? "
"Every word!"
At that moment, Ji Yunshu's deep eyes deepened. She had an unfathomable feeling.
She tilted her head and said to Uncle Fu, "Uncle Fu, I have something to say to Wei Yi in private."
"Then I'll go get some snacks for young master."
Uncle Fu went out.
Wei Yi put down his brush and walked over from behind the table. He looked at her in confusion.
"Shu 'er, what do you want to say to me?"
Her fingertips gently caressed the crooked words on the paper. She was originally hesitating whether to bring Wei Yi to Yufu. Now, she no longer had to think about it.
She made up her mind the moment she came in.
She met his gaze and said, "Wei Yi, can you promise me one thing?"
"Shu 'er, tell me. I'll promise you anything." She was straightforward.
"Stay."
Two words!
At that moment, Wei Yi was stunned for a moment. It took him a while to understand. His hands hung by his side, and his face, which had been full of smiles, slowly stiffened.
His brows were tightly knitted, and his tone was bitter.
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